Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 594

Chapter 594: Chapter 594

Although this young girl looked extremely reserved, the very image of a diligent student from high school days.

Yet Yang Fan never forgot her true identity and her reason for coming this time.

No matter what she looked like on the outside, if she was harmful, she needed to be stopped.

However, Yang Fan was surprised by what happened next.

After taking a solid slap, the girl’s figure became significantly fainter, even somewhat translucent. But after she fell from the wall, she didn’t turn into a grotesque figure as Yang Fan had expected, rushing back at him fiercely; instead, she kept sitting there quietly, waiting for Yang Fan to make his move.

It seemed there was no need for doubts now—she was deliberately seeking death!

This situation was quite different from what Yang Fan had anticipated.

Yang Fan stood firm in front of the young girl, "Without getting into anything else, just the fact that you’re not fighting back and seemingly waiting for death makes me think you might not be what I imagined. How about this for a suggestion—I can arrange for someone to help you pass on to the afterlife."

The young girl looked up at Yang Fan, as if to say in an exasperated tone, "You sure talk a lot."

At last, she was willing to speak.

"I’m simply following my heart!" Yang Fan said.

As he spoke, he silently added in his mind, as well as the warning from Mr. Fan’s book.

—Those of us in Cultivation who wrongfully kill the good will surely face divine punishment.

This wrongful killing applies to everything.

Including those Mysterious creatures that are kind, haven’t committed any murderous acts, and possess intelligence.

This phrase, along with a few other rules, was written on the front page of the book in large, red characters.

It was a fundamental rule.

Yang Fan didn’t know how these rules would affect him, but his nature was not that of a reckless killer. He was even less inclined to casually try the consequences of a wrongful killing.

"You might as well kill me; I won’t resist," the young girl said, looking directly at Yang Fan.

"I want to know why," Yang Fan said gravely. "Killing you and sending you to Reincarnation—there’s no difference for you. But the outcome, for me, holds significant implications. I don’t want to inadvertently take on another burden from you."

"You’re strong; a single slap from you would be enough. How could that affect you?" asked the young girl.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Fan said, "Let me put it this way, if you have taken lives, I can meet your request right now. If not, then I have no choice but to forcefully send you into Reincarnation."

The young girl’s expression darkened as she said, "There is!"

The person who worshipped you at your Altar? Yang Fan asked.

In fact, he had many questions, but the young girl was not cooperative at all with his queries. If she wouldn’t answer, he had to remain in the dark without a resolution.

What could he do if she refused to talk?

The young girl nodded.

"I suspect there’s more to it than just killing; it can’t be that simple," Yang Fan shook his head. "Never mind, I won’t waste any more words on this. I’ll just send you straight to Reincarnation."

Yang Fan took out his cell phone, preparing to call Mr. Fan.

To send this young girl into Reincarnation, Mr. Fan would have to be involved; Yang Fan didn’t know how.

Meanwhile, he wanted to understand how exactly to interpret the warning in that book. It wasn’t every time that he could figure out whether the other party was good or evil. What if he made a mistake? What then would the consequences be?

It was then that the little girl suddenly looked up and asked, "How do you judge that influence you spoke of?"

"Good and evil!" Yang Fan said, "Based on my understanding of those things and your behavior at this moment, I think you might not be considered bad. There could be some hidden story here. Otherwise, why do you think I’m wasting my time talking to you? I came here prepared for a fight to the death, not to coddle a child."

"You’ve completely disarmed me. You don’t say a word at first, then you put on the air of someone resigned to their fate. What do you expect me to do?"

If she had even slightly resisted, Yang Fan would have had every reason to send her off to death with a slap.

But the girl sat there, doing nothing, saying nothing.

"Alright, I’ll tell you a story," the little girl thought for a moment and said, "But I want to ask you to kill me outright, to obliterate my soul. Even if after reincarnation I am no longer myself, I still don’t want to make that choice. I don’t want to leave anything related to me in this world."

"I want to leave completely, absolutely clean!"

"Go on," Yang Fan said. "If I can find any reason, I would satisfy your wish."

"Thank you."

She was very polite.

She was undoubtedly the most human-like of all the Mysterious entities Yang Fan had ever encountered.

Or perhaps she had always lived thinking of herself as human.

The little girl’s eyes held a touch of reminiscence as she thought for a while and said, "There was a girl before, a good student, highly valued by her parents. But then one day, she had an accident on the road and was killed by a drunken driver."

"That person had some influence, and later paid Eight hundred thousand in compensation to the girl’s parents and completely suppressed the affair. The girl’s parents were devastated. Her father, one late night armed with a knife, stormed into the man’s home and killed him."

"That drunken driver also had a young daughter. The girl’s father originally planned to wipe out the driver’s entire family, but in the end, he couldn’t go through with it and only left a cut on the daughter’s neck, barely breaking the skin."

"After killing the driver, the girl’s father, braving heavy rain, went to his daughter’s tomb and told her everything that he had done, and then he committed suicide with a smile."

"After the father’s suicide, the girl’s mother, who had been dispirited and seemingly soulless, suddenly became spirited. She sought out a very Mysterious master at a great cost to build an Altar, then dug the ashes of the girl out from the grave and placed them in the Altar."

"In the many years that followed, the girl lived on this wall."

As the girl spoke, her gaze fixed onto the bookcase that occupied the wall before her.

Despite telling the story from a third-person perspective,

Yang Fan knew she was talking about herself.

It was a tragic story.

What Yang Fan heard was all sorrow, unrelated to any concept of good and evil.

This girl’s mother was clearly the initial owner of this house and the girl’s patron.

Yang Fan thought that it must have been a case of the object of the offering not being satisfied with what was provided by the patron and turning against her.

But it seems that wasn’t the case at all.

Yang Fan didn’t rush her, just waiting quietly.

This recollection seemed to be quite difficult for the girl before him; her gaze remained affixed to the wall, motionless. After about ten minutes or so, she finally said, "Actually... I’ve always despised their sacrificial kind of love for me."