Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 718

Chapter 718: Chapter 718

Yang Fan really didn’t see Mr. Fan as the kind of person who, when others are overly enthusiastic, doesn’t know how to refuse.

This old man is not at all polite to him.

Yang Fan thought, he is quite enthusiastic towards Mr. Fan too.

The night wind howled, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

The already somewhat dim moonlight shyly hid behind the clouds, stubbornly refusing to show its enchanting face to the earth, causing the pitch-black ground to seem even darker, almost to the point where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

Under the illumination of a strong flashlight, the two of them slowly ascended the mountain, neither hurried nor slow.

Not long after entering the woods, Yang Fan suddenly stopped, turned his ear and listened, and then asked puzzledly, "Old man, did you hear something just now?"

"No, are you hearing things?" Mr. Fan asked, turning back.

Yang Fan listened carefully again, rubbed his ear and said, "Strange, I seemed to have heard a woman sighing in my ear just now, sighing twice, just like this, ah. Is there really some blind fool who doesn’t take you seriously, Master?"

Mr. Fan fixed his eyes behind Yang Fan and said solemnly, "Turn off the flashlight, Open Heavenly Eye!"

Yang Fan nodded, turned off the flashlight, and activated the Heavenly Eye Technique.

"Ah..."

Almost the moment Yang Fan turned off the flashlight, a woman’s sigh clearly entered his ear.

Yang Fan immediately raised his eyebrows heavily, "There really is someone who doesn’t take you seriously, old man. We can’t let this go, Master. We must teach them a lesson they’ll never forget."

Mr. Fan’s voice rang out in front of Yang Fan, "Look ahead before you speak."

"Is it fierce?" Yang Fan asked, looking around.

At this glance, he was so frightened his scalp went numb, and all the hairs on his body stood up instantly.

"Holy crap... what kind of immortal realm is this, how is it so lively!" Yang Fan exclaimed in shock.

The woods were full of people!

Dense and packed.

Some were hanging like lanterns above, standing stiffly under the trees, and others were restlessly floating around.

It seemed as if they had stumbled into the nest of these things.

Mr. Fan said seriously, "Most of them seem to be strangers."

"Old man, you can even see this?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

"Don’t ask such superficial questions in the future, it embarrasses me. Except for those hanging on the trees, the others mostly don’t have earthy aura on them, which represents their burial ground. Earth is yellow, that’s the dark yellow hue." Mr. Fan said.

Yang Fan looked carefully again and suddenly realized Mr. Fan was talking about divination techniques.

"Master, though this question is truly superficial, you seem to overestimate me a bit. I haven’t yet been able to combine the divination techniques and Heavenly Eye Technique." Yang Fan said.

"I know, you can try more in the future, and you’ll be able to use them flexibly." Mr. Fan said, "These things seem to be summoned by something. What could have such powerful means to gather so many Wandering Souls at once?"

Yang Fan had silently taken out the wooden mace and ruler.

The initial fright had passed, and now he looked at the densely packed figures in the woods, his eyes full of inner energy.

Each of these figures represented a slight increase in inner energy, which couldn’t be wasted.

"Master, can I take action?" Yang Fan asked.

What summoned these things was not something he needed to consider, because even if he thought about it, he wouldn’t figure it out.

His knowledge wasn’t enough to support consideration of such profound questions.

"Don’t move yet, let’s observe the changes first, so as not to alert the other side." Mr. Fan raised a hand to stop Yang Fan.

Yang Fan turned his head and stared intently at the female ghost who had placed her chin on his shoulder, looking at him sideways, and said softly, "But some people are already restlessly thinking of me. If I don’t act, I’m worried she might aim for my vital point."

Mr. Fan turned around to see Yang Fan and the female ghost gazing at each other affectionately, and said speechlessly, "Are you very idle? If something latches onto you, aren’t you planning to kill it and save it for the New Year?"

"Master, one must be reasonable. It’s you who’s speaking contradictorily." Yang Fan shouted, then raised the ruler in his hand at the female ghost gazing at him with her eyeballs white.

Bang!

The golden light of the ruler blossomed, and the female ghost screamed and fell to the ground.

Yang Fan stepped forward and followed with another ruler, "Did your mother not teach you not to scare people from behind? You ugly thing, you even put your chin on my shoulder, do you think you are beautiful?"

Bang!

The golden light shone, and the weak female ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

Yang Fan’s inner energy increased with it.

These ordinary supernatural occurrences no longer posed any threat to him now; dealing with them was simple, just a stick or two with a bit of effort. Even without using any inner energy, just using the ruler and wooden mace themselves, it wouldn’t take more than two or three hits, no more.

"Master, besides them, shall we draw out that thing lurking behind?" Yang Fan asked.

Mr. Fan nodded in the dark.

"Master?" Yang Fan called again.

"I said it can be done."

"When did you say that?"

"I nodded!"

Yang Fan: ...

"Master, do you want to check the lighting in this forest? It’s pitch black, how could I see you nod?"

What the forest looked like in Mr. Fan’s eyes at this time Yang Fan didn’t know, but in his eyes it was purely black, crowded with people, and as for Mr. Fan a few steps away, he could only vaguely see a silhouette.

"It’s because you’re too weak." Mr. Fan said, "This task is yours, I’ll see what’s lurking behind the scenes."

"Thank you very much, Master, for giving me such a nice task." Yang Fan said, "How come I suddenly feel our made-up reason is becoming reality, isn’t it too coincidental?"

"Don’t doubt it, it’s already a fact." Mr. Fan said, "Speak less, get to work."

"Got it."

Yang Fan wielded the wooden mace and ruler in his hands, full of murderous intent as he stepped out.

Although he had a mocking tone earlier, his words actually made sense.

In his eyes, it really was a good task.

So many supernatural beings meant a bonanza of inner energy.

Bang!

The golden light flashed.

Bang!

Lightning flashed.

Yang Fan strode through the deep woods, cutting down those supernatural beings like chopping bamboo, a swift and lethal strike on each one, and a second strike on the more stubborn ones.

He didn’t have the time to bother with those who fled, just dealing with those who presumptuously tried to latch onto him was enough to keep him busy. As each supernatural being dissipated, Yang Fan’s inner energy surged like a health bar charging up in a game, the third strand of inner energy slowly taking shape.

Yang Fan observed the changes in his internal state, a smile blossoming on his face.

Today, though there were some twists and turns, was indeed his lucky day.