Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 775

Chapter 775: Chapter 775

Yang Fan has indeed seen a lot during these two days.

This lesson made him feel like he was dreaming.

In an unguarded moment, he would have a hazy feeling, along with many questions.

"Old man, I have a small question." Yang Fan said, "Why are people selling others in the Alley Market?"

Mr. Fan’s eyelids gently drooped, "Well, how should I tell you this? In the past, it was just some big figures on the Netherworld Road who liked to keep people in captivity, taking them back for use similar to slaves."

"Later, the living also got involved. Some malicious beings would also raise them or make Magic Artifacts. Some would use the Life Souls of others to replace the Souls lost due to certain reasons, save people, or forcibly exchange them, defying fate to change destiny."

Yang Fan looked at Mr. Fan in shock, "Old man, are there really such things?"

He had seen similar rumors on the internet before.

But Yang Fan always thought these were just stories made up by people.

In his belief, a person’s Soul was set in stone, unlike other organs that could be replaced.

Now it seemed he was too naive.

Mr. Fan nodded gravely, "There are only things you can’t imagine in this world, nothing they can’t do."

"This world... is indeed complex." Yang Fan laughed wryly and shook his head.

Before entering this field, he thought he had a fair understanding of the world at his age.

But now it seemed that Level determines perception.

He was never qualified to know these things before.

Mr. Fan gave Yang Fan a deep look and asked with a smile, "Do you suddenly feel very impacted?"

"What’s there to be impacted by? No, I’m just feeling like I have many reasons to become stronger." Yang Fan said seriously. Only by becoming stronger could he have the right to explore the truth of this world and seize his destiny.

Mr. Fan nodded in satisfaction, "It’s a relief that you think this way. My efforts weren’t in vain."

Yang Fan placed the loot he brought from the Alley Market on the ground, "Old man, see if these things are useful?"

Mr. Fan had long noticed the items carried by Yang Fan. He squatted down, glanced briefly, and said, "You can keep these bags of Rebirth Money, as they are hard currency on the Netherworld Road, and quite a lot. As for the other trash, throw them away, useless stuff; these broken knives can’t even cut people properly, no use at all."

Yang Fan nodded, "So they were talking about Rebirth Money, isn’t this made of yellow paper? How come they are more refined than Copper Coin? Could it be that the Rebirth Money we burn here turns into this over there?"

The money was intricately made, gleaming yellow, with a design almost identical to Copper Coin but much larger, engraved with patterns and characters, looking quite valuable.

"You guessed right on this one," Mr. Fan laughed, "It’s the only hard currency on the Netherworld Road, keep it."

Yang Fan looked at the Rebirth Money in his hand in awe, his imagination running wild.

The burned Rebirth Money turned into this on the other side, this seems to have some intriguing potential!

Mr. Fan glanced at Yang Fan, "What are you thinking, kid?"

"I seem to have seen a path to getting rich," Yang Fan muttered softly, and then suddenly said, "No, such a simple path, others should have thought of it too. So, it can’t be just burning them, there must be something else to it?"

"Nonsense!" Mr. Fan chuckled lightly.

"Rebirth Money holds significant purchasing power on that road. It’s not much at all. Although it indeed turns into this after being burned over, it’s related to Soul Weight. You can burn two truckloads here, but if the person’s Soul Weight is only three cents, they can at most receive fifty cents, no more."

Yang Fan was suddenly enlightened, "So that’s how it is. In other words, for every person who dies, the total wealth over there increases a bit?"

Mr. Fan nodded, "You’ve hit the nail on the head again."

"Do you think the world is foolish? How could it possibly allow you to endlessly burn Rebirth Money for yourself? It wouldn’t take long before the world over there explodes due to hyperinflation."

Yang Fan couldn’t help feeling a bit regretful, "I never thought of it that extravagantly, I just thought if it really turned into something over there after being burned, I could attend more funerals and discuss cooperation with them."

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Fan shook his head, "Alright, pack up your things and rest. The rest is up to us old folks; those people have been brought back, you don’t need to go back and forth anymore."

"It’s fine, I think I can still manage a bit more." Yang Fan said.

He wanted to make a few more trips to explore that place thoroughly.

Mr. Fan didn’t persuade him much, "Do as you please."

"... Okay."

After cramming a bunch of knowledge, Yang Fan pocketed the approximately three hundred and some Rebirth Money, tossed the broken knives into the trash can, and began his journey on the muddy yellow road again, candle in hand.

Things went relatively smoothly afterwards.

With Mr. Fan and the other old folks leading the way, Yang Fan only needed to follow them and bring people back.

Before the rooster crowed, they successfully brought everyone back.

This disaster caused by the Old locust tree was finally over under everyone’s concerted efforts.

That damn Tree Demon almost caused a thousand deaths in this thriving small county in an instant.

If Mr. Fan and the others hadn’t acted quickly enough, by tomorrow the whole city would be draped in white banners.

After running back and forth dozens of times on that nameless, yet having numerous names, yellow muddy road, Yang Fan was exhausted. By the time everything was done, he leaned against the big road, not wanting to move at all.

Now he was truly physically and mentally exhausted, covered in wounds, feeling like a harvested rice stalk, ready to collapse at any time.

A fiery red figure suddenly appeared beside Yang Fan.

She blinked twice, saying in surprise, "Big brother, is it... already over?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Fan, who was leaning against the wall with eyes closed, opened his eyes upon hearing this.

"Miss Dong’er?"

Ji Dong’er raised a bell in front of Yang Fan and said in frustration, "I thought I was fast, didn’t expect I’m still late, big brother, nobody died, right?"

"It seems not, I really don’t know the specifics, exhausted, I haven’t had time to ask about other things," Yang Fan said, "What’s that thing you have?"

"I borrowed a Dao Bell!" Ji Dong’er said, "This thing can help those bewitched people wake up, even return souls, but now it seems a bit redundant."