Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 758

Chapter 758: Chapter 758

Behind Yang Fan was a narrow and shadowy alley, and ahead lay the brightly lit main street.

But at this moment, in Yang Fan’s eyes, the two appeared to be reversed.

The back, though pitch-black and dim, seemed open and illuminated.

Conversely, the brightly lit main street ahead now felt suffused with malevolence, like the wide-open mouth of a monster reeking of a strong stench. With every step forward, Yang Fan felt himself drawing closer to the monster’s jaws.

The air grew dense with an amalgamation of bizarre smells, primarily that of grilled skewers, turning thick and sticky—wet and clingy, as if myriad strange tongues were adhering to him.

Yang Fan instinctively held his breath.

This sensation made his entire body uncomfortable, his stomach churning with nausea.

The entrance to the alley slowly drew closer, and that dizzy, consciousness-blurring haze descended upon him once again.

Yang Fan lightly waved the ruler in his hand.

As his inner qi coursed through, the ruler emitted a faint yellow glow, and the overwhelming discomfort suddenly eased significantly. Surprisingly, Yang Fan hadn’t intended to use the ruler on himself, but a casual attempt proved effective.

The attempt brought slight relief to his unsettled heart.

As long as the ruler could counter these forces, he had some degree of self-defense.

Taking a step into the light, the bustling, traffic-filled street reappeared before Yang Fan.

His eyes scanned the crowd vigilantly, landing on the peculiar woman selling skewers.

Under the amber hue of the streetlights, the woman continued to chat cheerfully with her customers.

But her head—nearly twice the size of a normal human’s—had taken on a monstrous form.

What kind of head was that?

It was nothing less than a mass of living meat tumors.

The tumors sprawled across the top of the woman’s head in chaotic layers. Each engorged lump contained a blurry face, pressed together, overlapping as they argued and screamed, seemingly yearning to leap toward the customer before her.

At last, an old-woman-shaped tumor fought its way from the chaos, emerging above all the others, towering upright atop the woman’s head, before lunging at the worker-like customer standing in front of her.

With a swift lunge, it affixed itself firmly onto the worker’s forehead before retreating as quickly as it came.

A ghostly silhouette resembling the worker was dragged out of his body by the entity.

The old woman-shaped tumor let out a piercingly gleeful laugh, then opened its maw wide, swallowing the trembling ghost in just a few quick gulps. Its mass swelled noticeably larger in satisfaction.

The worker standing at the stall, however, appeared utterly unaware of what had transpired, still joking amicably with the female vendor, his eyes blazing with passionate admiration.

"Off you go now, yours are ready," the vendor said with a radiant smile, handing the skewers to him.

A heavily made-up young woman abruptly pushed past the worker impatiently, shoving her way to the front.

"My turn, my turn!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Yang Fan glared as the worker strolled away from the stall leisurely, his brows furrowing heavily.

What the hell is this nonsense?!

The old woman-shaped tumor had just devoured the worker’s soul, yet he seemed completely fine? Could it merely have taken fragments of his soul?

Yang Fan didn’t quite understand these concepts and couldn’t discern the truth clearly.

It was too challenging to tell how much of the worker’s soul was encapsulated in that one ghostly silhouette.

"Should I gamble on this!" Yang Fan asked himself in his mind.

He couldn’t make out exactly what the woman was, nor gauge the extent of her power.

Just then, every single one of the grotesque, tumor-like faces on the woman’s head suddenly turned toward Yang Fan in unison.

"Ah, crap, crap, we’ve been spotted!"

A screeching voice hit Yang Fan’s ears.

"What do we do? We’ve been found; he’ll kill us!"

"Should we flee? No way he’d catch us!"

"But... there are so many, soooo many people here—so deliciously tasty people!"

"Or how about we eat this kid instead? He looks weak."

"Can we eat him?"

"Why not? Of course we can. He’ll be sweeter than the others—his soul must be crisp."

"Then let’s eat him. I’ll go first."

"It’s my turn to go."

"Do you even have the guts to eat him? Useless! Move aside!"

...

The horde of tumor faces descended once again into a cacophony of arguments.

At that moment, Yang Fan finally understood what they were fighting over.

"You want to eat me? Do you disgusting pieces of filth even have teeth strong enough to chew me?" Yang Fan sneered coldly, pulling embroidered shoes out of his pocket. "Shoes, can you manage to kill that bitch?"

The shoes did not answer, but a detached voice echoed within Yang Fan’s mind, "I smell a strong aroma of food. Can you burn an incense stick for me?"

Yang Fan froze for a moment, confused—what did food have to do with lighting incense?

Ahh, she’s a Yin Spirit; her food really should be incense.

"I’ll go get some." Yang Fan said, abruptly turning and squeezing out of the crowd, rushing into a nearby convenience store.

"Boss, give me a box of good incense."

The embroidered shoes had helped him countless times, and he’d likely need her help even more in the future—he had to treat her to something decent.

"Twenty."

The shopkeeper glanced up from his tablet, nonchalantly stated the price, left the counter, and got Yang Fan a box of incense.

Yang Fan paid, left the shop holding the box, and placed the embroidered shoes on a nearby step as he lit the incense.

That was the fourth condition the shoes had revealed so far; now there was one remaining.

Besides "I love you," the other three conditions set by the shoes weren’t suitable for use during battles.

If he had to keep satisfying her like this in combat situations, he’d probably be hacked to death long before finishing.

The incense burned quickly, a stick meant to last thirty minutes consumed in just under two.

Yang Fan couldn’t tell if it was a trick of the eye, but once the incense had burned out, the embroidery on the shoes seemed to shine a little more brilliantly.

"Well-fed and satisfied, time for burning and killing..."

A voice suddenly echoed in Yang Fan’s mind.

Yang Fan: ???

Was that her singing?

In all her previous interactions with Yang Fan, after he had fulfilled her conditions, the embroidered shoes had acted silently, without any response. This time, she was singing as if jubilantly full from her feast. Was she truly just happy after eating?

Yang Fan was baffled; it seemed the embroidered shoes held far more mysteries for him to unearth.

Tap-tap... tap-tap...

The embroidered shoes clicked briskly as they stepped into the noisy crowd.

The scope of influence exerted by the skewer-selling woman appeared to be expanding.

Initially, Yang Fan had noticed only those queueing exuding that intense, dazed fervor. Now, even the onlookers at the edges of her stall seemed agitated, shoving and jostling to join the line.

Tap-tap... tap-tap...

The embroidered shoes forced their way into the crowd, cutting out of line to stand directly in front of the skewer-selling woman.