Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 767

Chapter 767: Chapter 767

"Aren’t you worried about making a mistake?" The surviving Liu Cuicui asked timidly.

Yang Fan had just killed the other Liu Cuicui in a single strike, terrifying this one in the process.

"Impossible to get it wrong." Yang Fan replied calmly.

"But, why are you so sure that I am the real Liu Cuicui?" Liu Cuicui asked.

Yang Fan scrutinized the Liu Cuicui standing before him. "My answer might make you feel uneasy. My standard for judgment is simple: you look more like a human. Secondly, you know your ID card."

"Does a normal person not even know their own ID card? I think that kind of person must be very rare in this world."

"Seems... you’re right," Liu Cuicui said weakly.

"Let’s go. We’re heading back," Yang Fan said.

Liu Cuicui appeared a bit lost. "Heading back where? Didn’t I already die?"

"Don’t be nervous. You’re not fully dead yet. Naturally, I’m taking you back to the land of the living," Yang Fan replied.

Liu Cuicui’s eyebrows immediately rose in joy, her voice trembling slightly. "Really? I thought you were going to take me to Naihe Bridge to drink Mengpo Soup."

"You knew you’d go through that process?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

Liu Cuicui shook her head. "I didn’t know, but isn’t that what the legends always say?"

"Actually... that’s not true," Yang Fan chuckled. "If you were truly dead, you’d know where you should go."

Yang Fan happened to know this.

He couldn’t confirm whether there was a Naihe Bridge, an Underworld, or Mengpo in that realm.

But he did know that once someone died, they’d instinctively understand where to go.

"Follow me closely. I walk one step, you walk one step."

Yang Fan said as he raised the lantern marked with a Blood Palm Print and walked toward the direction of the moon.

One step, two steps... seven steps.

Return to life!

Yang Fan grabbed Liu Cuicui’s shoulder abruptly and blew out the lantern in his hand.

In an instant, the world plunged into pitch-black darkness, followed by a ball of red light gradually enlarging in his vision.

It was the glow of a candle.

Yang Fan opened his eyes and saw Mr. Fan standing before him, a hint of worry on his face.

"How did it go? Smooth process?" Mr. Fan immediately asked when he saw Yang Fan open his eyes.

Yang Fan pursed his lips and clicked his tongue lightly. Feigning nonchalance, he said, "Not exactly an auspicious start. I got caught up in a ’True and False Monkey King’ scene right from the beginning. Something pretended to be the person I was searching for."

Mr. Fan’s brows furrowed slightly. "How did you encounter something like that right at the start? How did you determine the truth?"

"The other creature looked nothing like a human, and besides, it didn’t even know its own ID card," Yang Fan said. "This logic should hold up, right?"

Mr. Fan’s face grew subtly grim. He swiftly turned around, scanned the crowd on the street, and walked briskly toward the freshly awakened Liu Cuicui across the street.

In a few steps, he arrived at her side, making quick hand gestures and muttering something under his breath.

The newly-awakened Liu Cuicui hadn’t yet realized what was happening and suddenly fainted.

Mr. Fan stared at her for a while before relaxing and turning back to Yang Fan.

"This one’s on me. It’s my oversight," Mr. Fan said in a deep voice. "You were lucky this time. What you encountered was probably something relatively ordinary. On that path, there’s a kind of entity that can steal people’s names. Once your name is stolen, that entity can fully transform into you, including your memories. Your current method of judgment won’t work at all."

"I... damn it!" Yang Fan gasped.

"So I really was lucky. If I had gotten it wrong, wouldn’t I have ended up killing someone the moment I opened the door?"

Yang Fan was thoroughly shaken; a human life nearly slipped through his fingers like fine sand.

After all, he was here to rescue people, not to kill them.

"Old man, what should I do if I encounter this kind of situation?" Yang Fan asked.

Mr. Fan furrowed his brows deeply, pondering for quite a while before offering a solution. "Your current resources are quite limited—you can only rely on your shoes. If your Heavenly Eye Technique were perfected, no matter how convincingly that entity disguised itself, you’d see through the truth. But for now, you can’t do that; you need external aids."

Yang Fan looked troubled. "This is easier said than done. Those shoes are hard to control and have major limitations. I couldn’t even get them to work today. If that entity has higher abilities, I might not have a chance to use the shoes at all."

"That won’t be necessary to worry about. That entity isn’t particularly lethal; its main aim is to use you to return to the mortal world," Mr. Fan explained. "However, when you use the shoes, you must conceal your intentions. If the entity senses a threat, you could indeed face significant trouble."

"Its most common trick is the ’dream within a dream.’ It will pull you layer by layer into dreamlike illusions. In the state of Divine Soul Travel, you can’t use forehead blood to break through. Your only option is to rely on Heavenly Eye Technique to find flaws in the dream, locate the slightest yellow trace to get out of the dream, or kill it within the dream."

"Remember, in such dreams, using Heavenly Eye Technique requires you to search for two things: a trace of yellow and its gaze."

Yang Fan looked confused. "Old man, can you make this clearer?"

"A trace of yellow is something yellow? And what do you mean by its gaze?"

Mr. Fan nodded. "A trace of yellow refers to something unusually yellow within the dream. Once you see yellow, dive into it. Its gaze refers to the entity’s sight. Even as it pulls you into the dream, it itself is present within it. This entity is born without eyelids and will always stare at you within the dream."

"As long as you lock onto its gaze, you can pin it down and kill it. And by the way, the entity’s eyes are quite valuable—they’re considered rare treasures and would greatly benefit your Heavenly Eye Technique."

"Old man, such entities must have names, right?" Yang Fan asked.

"That thing is called Chu Jiu," Mr. Fan replied. "Don’t ask me why it’s called Chu Jiu—I don’t know. There’s no record of it in our texts, and I haven’t found any other source explaining its name’s origin."

"Obtaining Chu Jiu’s eyes is simple. Just kill it, and its eyes will naturally fall out. These entities have a habit of collecting eyes; each Chu Jiu eye possesses unique properties."

Yang Fan shivered inwardly. "There are such bizarre creatures in this world. I think my brain cells just leveled up."

"Old man, what exactly did I encounter earlier?"

"It must have been a Faceless Man," Mr. Fan replied.

"These entities are the most common ones wandering that path. They have no faces. If they see someone they fancy, they’ll wear that person’s appearance to confuse newcomers on the path and trick them into giving up certain items. They’re not particularly dangerous—more like petty thieves wandering that route."

"Faceless Man... the name is intimidating enough," Yang Fan smirked.

A newfound fascination for that mysterious path suddenly surged within him.