C20

Riding on the Yellow River which had a broken rearview mirror, Yang Fan swiftly returned to the village. He originally wanted to find a garage to reinstall the rearview mirror, but now he could no longer do so.

With the jade bag in hand, Yang Fan's spirit body entered the space within the jade pendant. Without saying anything further, he headed straight for the thatched cottage, and poured all of the jade pieces onto the ground. He then squatted down to the side, carefully observing how the jade pieces were absorbed by the space.

As time passed, Yang Fan noticed that the jades on the ground gradually sank, as if they had sunk into the silt of a swamp. In the end, all of them lost their tops and sunk into the ground.

He stretched out his hand to feel the ground, but it was still flat and did not loosen up in the slightest. If he did not see it with his own eyes, Yang Fan would not have believed that such a huge pile of jade stones was placed here just a moment ago.

Suddenly, Yang Fan seemed to have thought of something. He rushed out of the thatched cottage and approached the wall of mist directly opposite the thatched cottage. Reaching out his hand, he touched the wall of mist.

As far as the tentacles could reach, the wall of fog was softening at a very slow rate, as if it were baking rubber at the edge of a fire.

Initially, Yang Fan's fingers were unable to poke into the wall of fog, but later, his fingers were able to easily poke a hole through the wall of fog.

After that, the wall of fog became thinner and thinner until, with a bang, the wall of fog exploded into a ball of smoke in front of Yang Fan's eyes, slowly dissipating in the air.

Yang Fan looked at the piece of land that suddenly appeared in front of him in astonishment. He didn't react for a long time, and after the fog wall collapsed, an acre of land connected with the original land, forming a rectangular space.

However, compared to the original space, the new land could be said to be extremely barren. The ground was filled with dry cracks and the desertification was very serious. It was as if the desolate land had not been soaked in rain for hundreds of years, causing people to feel a sense of desolation.

"Such a barren land, can it grow living things?" With a thought, Yang Fan controlled a stream of water and poured it on a piece of barren land.

Once the spring water was absorbed, it was immediately sucked dry into the ground, leaving not even a drop of water behind. Yang Fan then got himself another stream of spring water, which was also quickly sucked dry.

"Forget it, let's go back to Yangshu Valley and use the clear water from Scattered Flower Creek to water the land."

Yang Fan's heart ached for his Spatial Springs. It was only one meter squared, barely sufficient to irrigate the original two acres of land. If he were to pour two acres of it at the same time, it would definitely not be enough, not to mention that one mu of it was a barren wasteland.

Even though he was temporarily unable to grow an extra acre of wasteland, Yang Fan was extremely excited. If he couldn't plant a plant, he could still store it. This was like having a spatial ring, a priceless treasure!

After studying the space of the jade pendant for the entire morning, Yang Fan decided to go for a good lunch to reward himself. Now, with hundreds of thousands of dollars in his possession, he didn't want to eat all the delicacies in the world.

Just as Yang Fan left the rented apartment, the door of a golden van suddenly opened, and four men holding steel pipes and rubber rods jumped out. Yang Fan recognized one of them, he was the one who stole the bag from the flying car the night before.

The boss was a fierce-looking bald man, his hideous head shining in the sunlight. A scar extended from his forehead all the way to the top of his head, making him look like a ferocious centipede, giving people goosebumps.

"Get in the car for laozi. Otherwise, laozi will smash your head right now!" The bald man forcefully knocked the steel pipe against his palm, letting out a "pa pa" sound. He ruthlessly bared his teeth and spoke with a fierce expression.

Yang Fan looked at the steel pipe in the bald man's hand and immediately got into the car.

"Fuck, this brat is a coward!" The bald man scolded as he saw Yang Fan obediently getting on the car without saying a word. He then spat on the ground in disdain.

Although this was a village with no police nearby and most people were used to staying out of danger these days, few would dare to meddle in other people's business. It was not safe to fight in broad daylight, so it was best to find a quiet place.

When Yang Fan got in the car, the thief and another man held him in the middle, both of their eyes were red as they stared at Yang Fan, the corners of their mouths revealed a proud sneer, "30 years, 30 years, this is the beginning of the end, who would have thought, you bastard, we meet again!"

"I didn't expect it. Didn't I ask you to go back the night before yesterday to raise some money?" You've already prepared the money so quickly. Did you come to find me to pay your debt? " Yang Fan looked at the robbing bag and said playfully.

"Motherf * cker, is there a missing string in your head? You still can't see the situation clearly. If I don't teach you a lesson, don't you know why Prince Ma has three eyes?!" The bandit was already full of anger. Seeing Yang Fan still dare to act so arrogantly, he angrily swung the steel pipe in his hand and smashed it towards Yang Fan's head.

"F * ck my ass, mouse, go easy on me. I just washed my car this morning, so don't let it bleed!" The driver was a burly fellow. Looking at the rearview mirror, he saw that the mouse was about to hit Yang Fan with the steel pipe and immediately shouted out.

However, before the driver could finish his sentence, he heard a loud bang. The sound of the steel pipe and the head came into contact, followed by the wailing of a mouse.

In a split-second, the inside of the car suddenly became quiet, only the bloody face of the rat was holding its head and crying out. Everyone was staring at Yang Fan who was holding the steel pipe, looking at him nonchalantly, as if the matter of smashing the rat until its face was covered in blood had nothing to do with him.

Yang Fan's movements were too fast, and no one could clearly see it. The steel pipe was clearly in the hands of a mouse, so how did it end up in Yang Fan's hand in the blink of an eye?

"Stop yelling, little brother is a practitioner, no wonder you do not put us brothers in your eyes and dare to solo break through the dragon's lagoon!" The bald man was truly worthy of being the boss of these guys. He quickly recovered from his shock and looked at Yang Fan with a hint of vigilance.

"A dragon's lair and a tiger's lair? "Just you guys …" Yang Fan had a look of contempt on his face, his tone filled with unspeakable contempt.

"What the f * ck!" "Beat him to death!" Although the bald man felt that Yang Fan was a little tricky, he was still infuriated by Yang Fan's mockery. He called out to a few of his men, grabbed a steel pipe, and swung it towards Yang Fan's head.

The rest of the guys also followed closely behind the bald man and attacked. One by one, they swung their steel pipes and smashed their faces into Yang Fan's body!

There was a way to beat an old master to death. In the narrow space of the van, the crowd swarmed over. Even if Yang Fan was an expert, he would still be smashed in the head.

Bang! Boom! * Boom! * Boom! *

Four sounds of steel pipes colliding with their heads rang out, followed by four miserable shrieks. The Golden Cup carriage came to a screeching halt, almost crashing into a fence by the side of the road.