Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 711

Chapter 711: Chapter 711

Yang Fan stumbled upon success accidentally, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, but it actually worked.

The wooden mace landed squarely on the creature’s forehead. Sparks flew like an electric short circuit, crackling and exploding. The sparks traveled from its skull all the way to its feet, igniting the dry leaves around them into a smoldering blaze.

At that moment, Yang Fan finally got a clear view of what in the hell this thing was.

An outrageously grotesque dry corpse.

The thing was dressed in funeral robes soaked with black grease, its body desiccated and stick-thin. The skin on its face looked like it had been completely dried out, clinging tightly to the bones. Its eye sockets were cavernous, its nostrils gaping, and its black teeth jutted out irregularly and hideously.

The only part of it that seemed remotely intact was its eyes.

The rest of its features looked thoroughly mummified, but its eyes remained normal and could still swivel around actively.

Yang Fan was startled and blurted, "You ugly bastard—damn, you’re hideous!"

Cursing, he quickly backed away.

He was beginning to suspect that this thing might actually be one of the Yun Family’s ancestors.

There couldn’t possibly be two of these freakish creatures in the same place, could there?

As Yang Fan kept his distance from the thing, the embroidered shoes finally launched their attack.

A wild flurry of chaotic kicks.

In just moments, the embroidered shoes had kicked every inch of the dry corpse’s body.

Then, inexplicably, the shoes froze in place, as if suddenly at a loss.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel that the shoes might have failed to find a weak point on the dry corpse and had fallen into a sulk.

The shoes’ hesitation thoroughly enraged the dry corpse, which let out a beastly roar and lunged, grabbing hold of one of the embroidered shoes and beginning to gnaw on it.

But this act also managed to enrage the embroidered shoes.

The two shoes clasped together, twisted sideways with a sharp motion, and wrenched the dry corpse’s mouth open, knocking out several of its teeth in the process.

Seemingly humiliated, the embroidered shoes wrestled themselves out of the corpse’s mouth and began mercilessly targeting its only intact eyes in a frenzied assault.

The pace of the attack was so rapid that even Yang Fan could barely keep up with it.

After assessing the chaotic scene, Yang Fan decided not to rely entirely on the embroidered shoes.

With his wooden mace in his left hand and the ruler in his right, he charged forward.

Taking advantage of the moment, as the dry corpse was caught up by the shoes, he launched a series of relentless attacks.

Both of the items in his hands had strong anti-evil attributes, specifically made to combat these sinister creatures. If Yang Fan had used these objects as ordinary clubs, they wouldn’t have been nearly as effective and might have broken under stress.

But against these Evil Spirits, both the wooden mace and the bamboo ruler came with overwhelming divine perks.

One strike of the wooden mace felt like smashing a steel rod against the enemy.

The blow caused the dry corpse to stagger, its body sparking and crackling with electricity.

"Die already!" Yang Fan roared, stepping forward and landing blow after blow with coordinated strikes from his left and right hands.

The dry corpse let out beastly, feral screams. Suddenly, it ignored the embroidered shoes’ attacks and spun toward Yang Fan, lunging at him with terrifying speed. Caught off guard, Yang Fan found the rotting, foul-smelling maw lunging straight for his face.

Startled, Yang Fan instinctively leaned backward, swinging both weapons in a wide arc to deliver two hard strikes to the corpse’s pelvic area. Not waiting to see if the strikes had any effect, he immediately rolled sideways, escaping with a rolling tumble.

At that instant, the dry corpse vanished from his sight once again.

"Back to this damn trick, huh?!" Yang Fan gritted his teeth and muttered.

He scrambled up from the ground, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The ghastly creature was surely hiding somewhere nearby.

Yang Fan suspected that the reason his Heavenly Eye Technique couldn’t lock onto the dense black aura was the creature’s constant, erratic movement combined with its excessive speed, which made it nearly impossible to track.

Suddenly, a piercing, blood-curdling scream rang out from above.

With a resounding thud, the dry corpse dropped from midair.

After hitting the ground, it didn’t get up but thrashed violently, howling as if in excruciating pain.

Yang Fan cautiously edged closer step by step, his eyes locked onto the squirming creature.

The scene before him became clearer.

It turned out the embroidered shoes had pinned the creature down.

The shoes were something else—it managed to wedge itself into the corpse’s mouth. The left shoe burrowed inside, while the right shoe hammered down on it repeatedly. It looked as if someone were holding the right shoe to drive the left one deeper into the dry corpse’s mouth like a nail.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Yang Fan didn’t hesitate for even a second. Tossing aside the ruler, he gripped the wooden mace with both hands, ran forward, and drove it forcefully into the dry corpse’s left eye.

His aim was slightly off; the mace carved into the bony ridge in the middle of the eye socket, chipping off a few bits of bone.

Minor details.

Yang Fan had succeeded in lodging the mace into its target. At the same time, his Inner Qi surged explosively, flooding into the wooden mace.

The dry corpse convulsed violently, its body trembling as if struck by a lightning storm. Crackling electricity and bursts of sparks erupted all over its body, making sounds like firecrackers going off.

Meanwhile, the embroidered shoes finally achieved their goal.

The left shoe successfully rammed deep into the dry corpse’s mouth, resulting in a grotesque decapitation.

But the separation wasn’t completely clean; the skull remained connected to the body by a portion of the back of the head.

The dry corpse howled in agony and suddenly sprang up from the ground.

The incredible force jarred Yang Fan’s arms, causing him to stumble and fall backward.

But the embroidered shoes anticipated the dry corpse’s move. One shoe leaped into the air and whipped its sole across the corpse’s face, violently twisting its skull several hundred degrees.

Yang Fan saw his chance. He shot up, gripping onto the wooden mace still embedded in the eye socket, and delivered a powerful kick!

Rip!

The wooden mace stayed lodged in the eye socket, unmoving.

But the dry corpse’s entire head separated cleanly from its body.

Even so, the damn thing wasn’t dead!

Its severed head howled next to Yang Fan’s hand, its screeches spine-chilling, while its decapitated body continued to stagger forward. Chills ran down Yang Fan’s back. Could this monster not be killed?

Fortunately, his concern didn’t last long. After stumbling a dozen steps, the corpse collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

All that remained was the disembodied head, still unleashing its diminishing cries, but it was clearly no longer a significant threat.

With its body fallen, a lone head couldn’t do much damage—unless it somehow learned to fly.

Grabbing the head, Yang Fan retrieved the ruler he had dropped.

"Alright, let me teach you what it takes to be an outstanding dry corpse. Do you even know what this thing is called?" Yang Fan jeered, raising the ruler before slamming it down onto the head.

Bang!

A brilliant golden light burst from the ruler’s impact.

"This here’s a ruler—got it? Still have the nerve to scream at me? Go on, scream some more. I’ll wait!"

Bang!

Sparks of golden light erupted again.

Yang Fan continued beating the lifeless head, though exhaustion was clearly setting in. The sensation of draining Inner Qi was absolutely miserable.