Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 676

Chapter 676: Chapter 676

The proprietress, who became even more enchantingly charming when she smiled, thought for a moment and then chose not to look.

"Although I’m really curious, I still want to have a good night’s sleep," she said with a sheepish smile.

Nobody would probably be uncurious about this matter; after all, there had been a lot of hearsay, but no one had ever seen what it actually looked like, so curiosity was inevitable. However, there is also an innate fear of such things, a fear of encountering them.

So, whether to satisfy one’s curiosity or to keep some sanity depends on how brave she is.

"It’s up to you," Yang Fan said indifferently.

For him, this thing was just a minor undertaking.

"Then forget it, my life is more important," the proprietress said with a laugh, "I’ll go next door to talk things over with them. I’ve already placed your order here; you go ahead and enjoy, and once you’re satisfied, we’ll deal with the formalities."

Yang Fan nodded.

The proprietress left, swaying her enchanting figure.

Yang Fan sat in the private room, suddenly feeling puzzled, could it be right here?

It seemed a bit cramped for anything substantial.

The private room was just like those in a teahouse, perfectly normal.

There was a row of chairs on each side, with a table in the middle—nothing more.

The chairs weren’t even wide; it would be difficult to lie down for one person, let alone for two to perform any actions.

Yang Fan looked around and then set his sights on the table.

This could work, but if the play was this simple, it seemed hardly justifiable for the price they charged.

With a price tag of four sixes, it was comparable to that of Zhang Yulan’s establishment.

Just then, a girl dressed in light clothes walked in with a wooden tray in her hands, on which was placed a cup of very elegant, pale green tea and a pot of hot water. The tea was Longjing, all of it young shoots, with a bright, transparent color.

This tea was indeed of good quality.

The girl serving the tea was also pretty, wearing a well-fitted white cheongsam.

It was just slightly translucent, faintly revealing the outline of her undergarments.

"Sir, your tea!"

The girl leaned forward slightly, elegantly placing the tea in front of Yang Fan.

"This is the over six thousand tea I ordered, indeed somewhat extraordinary," Yang Fan said jokingly.

The girl smiled lightly, then suddenly slid open the wooden lattice behind Yang Fan.

Turns out the wall behind could be moved.

Inside was another room, which looked like a small stage.

Two girls in light green fringe dresses with their faces covered by white gauze stood there silently.

"Good evening, honored guest."

Both of them bent towards Yang Fan, sweetly echoing a greeting.

Yang Fan’s eyes lit up; this finally seemed worth the six thousand price.

But as he watched, the brightness in his eyes faded away.

On these two girls, he saw the hazy figures that he didn’t want to see at this moment,

both women had been possessed.

What the hell is there to play with now!

With a heavy sigh, Yang Fan quietly activated his Heavenly Eye Technique.

Behind each of the girls was closely tethered a pale, dull woman’s apparition, puppet-like in expression.

This is exactly the same as what he had seen in the village before; it must be a servant ghost.

Yang Fan took a light sip of the clear tea, pressed the cigarette butt firmly into the ashtray, and pulled out a wooden mace from his sleeve.

He had brought it with him when he set out this time.

He was on guard against this kind of thing, and he also wanted to find a few isolated individuals to gain some experience and increase his Inner Qi, but he did not expect to encounter one so quickly.

The Law of Attraction mentioned in the book given by Mr. Fan is indeed quite surreal.

These events must resonate with that principle, otherwise, how could they be so coincidental?

The so-called Law of Attraction, for Yang Fan, means that since he entered this line of work, the frequency of encountering Mysterious incidents has shot up—a frequency that varies from person to person and region to region.

But Yang Fan feels that the frequency with which he’s been encountering these entities has been excessively high since he started.

And he’s not just encountering any small fry; if it’s not a ghost, it’s a Yin God being worshiped by people.

This rate made Mr. Fan express some emotion last time.

In his whole life, Mr. Fan didn’t encounter many ghosts, but Yang Fan, who had just started this career, kept running into them.

And they were not ordinary ghosts; nearly every one of them was formidable.

For example, like the ghost that was causing trouble in the residential community where Xiang Xue Ting lived, which made even Mr. Fan have to step back.

He also lives in the city but had never noticed anything unusual about that community; the moment Yang Fan arrived, the problem instantly manifested.

And this ghost he’s faced with now, Yang Fan also feels there’s something not quite right about it.

He offered eight thousand; that might have been too low.

"Boss, are you interested in these two little tigers?" the girl who brought the tea asked softly.

Yang Fan held the wooden mace in his right hand, hidden under the table.

"They are a bit far, I can’t see very clearly, bring them closer," said Yang Fan.

The two young ladies came forward somewhat stiffly.

Before Yang Fan could make a move, the scenery around him suddenly changed dramatically, as if the world was spinning.

The place where he sat was no longer the private room of a tea house, but a wooden building with high-hanging red lanterns, the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments mixed with the uproar of voices echoed in his ears; on the left were rooms, and he stood in the corridor.

Yang Fan instantly felt alarm bells ringing in his heart—damn, he had fallen into a trap.

Suddenly, a woman with half-undone garments, wearing a white bellyband, and with a camellia inserted beside her temple walked toward him with an elegant and sensual pace, "When you first came in, I noticed that you were different from the others; I didn’t expect that you truly were different."

She glanced at the wooden mace in Yang Fan’s right hand and said with a faint smile, "After so many years, the Tianji Sect still hasn’t been buried in the sands of time; there are still successors. Young guest, who is the Sect Leader of the Tianji Sect in this generation?"

Yang Fan warily watched the woman in front of him and shook his head, "I don’t know."

"You really shouldn’t know, should you? The wooden mace in your hand is the identity symbol of a Tianji Sect Direct Disciple. Though I’ve gotten older, I am not mistaken in this," said the woman with a light smile.

"Don’t be so tense, I have no intention of harming you. As long as you don’t bother me, I certainly won’t do anything to you."

But how could Yang Fan not be nervous?

This place felt nearly identical to the one from last time where he almost got torn apart by a ghost.

Although he was lucky to survive that encounter, the cost was not small at all.

It’s like seeing a ghost; he’s actually encountered such an exaggerated ghost for the second time.

"Speaking of which, I have quite a profound connection with Tianji Sect." A hint of reminiscence flickered in the woman’s eyes as she chuckled softly, "You might not know, but my achievements today are all thanks to an Immortal Master of the Tianji Sect."

Yang Fan, already on edge, tensed up even more.

That didn’t sound like anything good.

Could it be that she was killed by a Tianji Sect member?

But the key point is that Yang Fan doesn’t even know what Tianji Sect is, Mr. Fan never mentioned it to him either.