Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 595

Chapter 595: Chapter 595

"Although you say you really hate it, based on my brief understanding of you, I don’t think you would kill your mother, your caregiver, for that reason," Yang Fan said, looking intently at the calm girl.

The girl’s face, once composed, now took on a ferocious look, "My father died avenging me, my mother became my caregiver, but she was also ready to become my Blood Meal for the sake of my advancement. If I had really done that, why would I still want to live? I want my parents, not to carry such mountainous pain and barely survive."

"But my mother disagreed; she used a crude secret technique trying to forcibly control me, to make herself my first Blood Meal, to make me achieve some sort of advancement that I utterly despise, so I strangled her."

"They were both stubbornly convinced that they were doing what was best for me. Even if they had to endure torturous pain, even if their departure was agonizing, they thought it was right as long as I could live a good life."

"They never asked what I wanted, even though I repeatedly said, told them over and over, that I didn’t want them to be that way, that I didn’t want them to do these things for me, but they wouldn’t listen."

"I don’t want to become this ghastly figure after death; I would rather have them alive, to live out the days when they have lost me, it would be best if they could have a brother or sister for me in the future!"

"But they just wouldn’t, simply wouldn’t listen..."

At that moment, the normally calm girl suddenly began to flail her arms, crying and screaming hysterically.

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees instantly.

Yang Fan quietly watched.

There’s nothing wrong with love.

Yang Fan would not deny that, but love that brings extreme pain to both parties is not right.

Even if the intention behind the love is good, in Yang Fan’s view, it’s still wrong.

The girl’s departure caused her parents pain.

The departure of the parents left the girl in deep anguish.

They were all people who would sacrifice their lives for each other, a selfless grand love.

Yet even so, Yang Fan still believed this was wrong.

Yang Fan watched quietly until her emotions finally stabilized again, and then he spoke, "If you go through Reincarnation, you might have a chance to meet your parents again and continue this bond. Wouldn’t you want that?"

The girl looked slightly startled, pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, smiled lightly, and nodded, "I think you’ve convinced me. If there really is an afterlife, if I really could meet them again, even if the chance is tiny, even if by then we’ve lost all memories, I would still be willing."

"Maybe, in the next life I can make up for the countless regrets and... pain left in this one."

Yang Fan nodded with a smile.

This was also the result he hoped for.

Having gone through so much pain, even a tiny bit of hope is good.

"Wait for me a moment," Yang Fan said.

He was getting ready to call Mr. Fan.

He could accomplish the killing himself, but for the transition into Reincarnation, he needed a professional.

"Wait," the girl suddenly called out, "After my mother passed away, several different owners have taken over my home. I don’t want to see those people destroy my parents’ belongings, so I scared them away."

"If you happen to meet them, please say sorry for me, I did it on purpose."

Yang Fan nodded, "Although your actions caused them to lose a lot of money, I think if they knew your story, they would choose to forgive you."

How could one hold a grudge against a dead person?

No matter how much they resent, in the end, it’s just seeing them off!

Be it entering Reincarnation or being slain, for those people, the outcome is actually the same.

"Thank you." The young girl bowed earnestly to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan nodded and then walked out of the room.

This story did not make him feel at ease; it felt like there was a lump of air trapped in his chest.

In fact, from the moment he walked into the room and saw the young girl motionless, doing nothing, that feeling had started to build up. Even though he was more powerful, it ended up making Yang Fan passive at every turn.

Yang Fan walked out of the ground floor of the villa, lit a cigarette, and called Mr. Fan.

"What’s troubling you, you rascal? Don’t you know that old folks like me need our rest at night?" As soon as the call connected, Mr. Fan asked bluntly, not needing Yang Fan to say anything, as he had already guessed the purpose of Yang Fan’s call.

"Old man, after death, one must lie in eternal sleep, so why oversleep in life?" Yang Fan said with a smile. "Besides, it’s just past eight o’clock. Do you really go to bed this early every day?"

"You rascal, what do you know? We must follow the changes of the seasons to rest, and that’s how we can live a long life. Living longer like this, if you follow your nonsensical logic, rest assured, you will definitely die young," Mr. Fan scolded irritably.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh: "So you mean to sleep when the sun sets and wake up when the sun rises? Wouldn’t that be too exhausting?"

"You know nothing, kid. If that principle were so simple, everyone would live a long life," Mr. Fan scolded. "Come on, tell me what’s up, don’t keep an old man from his rest."

Yang Fan stopped joking and said solemnly, "Here’s the thing, there’s a Yin God here who was being nurtured by someone. When I went in, she didn’t even fight back, just quietly waited for death. Then, I remembered the red-ink warnings in the book you gave me, and I didn’t go through with it. I’d like you to send her into Reincarnation, for rebirth."

"A Yin God waiting for death? Now you can even fight Yin Gods?" Mr. Fan shouted. "No, what are you saying? There’s something in your words that I don’t quite understand. What warning? What warnings are in the book I gave you?"

Yang Fan: ...

"The ones written on the title page of the book, about not killing indiscriminately," Yang Fan said. "As for the Yin God waiting for death, there’s more to the story. She indeed wanted to die. Maybe because she didn’t fight back, I managed to survive. You could say I barely won, couldn’t you?"

Yang Fan thought about it but decided to temporarily keep the matter about the inner qi in his lower dantian to himself.

He hadn’t yet fully understood the thing himself, so he’d talk about it when he had a better grasp of it.

"Your logic isn’t bad, but is that what you call winning?" Mr. Fan said with a mixture of laughter and irritation. "This just means you were lucky this time. The next time you come across such a thing, remember to stay as far away as possible."

"With the little ability you have now, you want to meddle with those beings? If they just play a little trick on you, it could bring you such bad luck that you’d choke even drinking cold water, dead without knowing how it happened."

"I just remembered what that warning you mentioned is. It’s bullshit, don’t pay any attention to it."

Yang Fan: ???

What the heck!