Chapter 185 You Will Die If You Try
The crowd and the ghost looked at the neat cut that looked like it was made by a machine and fell into deathly silence.

The little white tiger looked at the neat incision, turned around and looked at Yang Fan with starry eyes, so amazing!

With a flip of his wrist, the axe in Yang Fan's hand circled in the air with a light and beautiful movement.

"How else do you want to cut it?" Yang Fan looked at Old Man Liu who was still in a daze.

Old Liu had a blank expression on his face. He pointed at one half of the wood and said, "Cut it vertically into six pieces."

"Row."

Yang Fan picked up the little white tiger and used its claws as a ruler to measure her. The tiger was very cooperative and used its claws to mark her. After the mark was made, Yang Fan swung the axe and chopped it down easily.

Perfect for splitting the wood into six pieces.

Seeing that she could split the wood with an axe faster than he could with his own tools, Old Man Liu immediately had an idea, "You can split them into several pieces like this."

Yang Fan cut the wood into long strips according to his requirements, making each strip even.

"It's cutting."

Crack, another axe came down.

Xiao Lin and Liang Zishu watched Yang Fan and Old Man Liu with the little white tiger, one man, one ghost and one "cat" dividing the wood and having fun.

Is it really that easy to separate wood?

Xiao Jing looked at Yang Fan's extremely smooth movements thoughtfully, and without saying a word he ran to the back to find a knife for chopping wood, found a piece of discarded wood, and then took the knife and chopped at the wood.

With one cut, the wood was split in half, but the cut was not smooth at all and sawdust flew everywhere.

Xiao Jing stared at the cut, thinking about Yang Fan's action of chopping with the axe just now, and tried it again.

The result is still the same.

Just as he was thinking about the reason, a cold male voice sounded above his head, "She is using her spiritual power to chop the wood. You can't just chop it like this."

Xiao Jing looked up, and met those eyes that were indifferent to everything, and that face that amazed him every time he looked at it.

I heard from his sister that this person is a powerful figure who will be the future head of Sanqing Palace and a new employee of the post station. Today is their second meeting. When they came out yesterday, the other party didn't say a word to him.

He seems like a very difficult person to get along with.

"Master Yan Qing, do you want to try it?" Xiao Jing handed the hatchet to Yan Qing as if possessed by a ghost. "I am not very proficient in using ghost power yet."

His cultivation level was built up by eating spiritual fruits, which seemed very powerful, but in fact, he could not control his own strength and did not know how to maximize its use.

"Then I will show you how to use spiritual power," Yan Qing took the hatchet with an imperceptible eagerness in his eyes.

Xiao Jing ran to the backyard and found a piece of discarded wood to place in front of Yan Qing.

Yan Qing took the hatchet, circulated his spiritual energy, concentrated his attention, looked sharp, and swung the hatchet decisively. With a bang, the wood broke into two pieces.

Xiao Jing looked carefully at his jagged cut, then looked at the piece of wood he had cut, thought for a long time, turned his head and asked him, "Is there any difference?"

He put on such a grand display, but the result was no different from what he had chopped out.

Yan Qing caught a hint of speechlessness in his eyes. After a long silence, he finally said, "I didn't perform well just now. Let's try again."

Xiao Jing nodded, turned around and went to the backyard to get another piece of wood, placed it in front of Yan Qing, and made a gesture of invitation.

Yan Qing recirculated his spiritual power, concentrated it on the hatchet, and chopped it down with force.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the wood broke into two pieces under the strong impact, one half flew and hit the wall, and the other half hit the door. The living room door was directly pierced by the wood.

Yan Qing’s body froze.

The yard suddenly became quiet, and all the people and ghosts in the yard looked over here, their eyes moving back and forth between the wood on the door and Yan Qing.

"Yan Qing, are you demolishing my house?" A cold questioning voice came, and Yan Qing's body became even stiffer.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person who was doing the experiment with him was secretly retreating.

Yan Qing's gaze shifted to him, eyes full of disbelief. You actually ran away?

Xiao Jing looked at him innocently without stopping. It was not me. I know nothing.

Ghosts are cunning creatures... Yan Qing pursed his lips, turned his body stiffly, raised the hatchet in his hand, and explained dryly, "I... I just want to test whether the blade is sharp."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Did you try it out?"

"It's... pretty sharp."

"I also want to try whether the axe in my hand is sharp. Why don't you accompany me to try it?" Yang Fan shook the axe in his hand, making a whirring sound. The sharp and cold tip of the blade reflected her expressionless face.

Yan Qing: “…” If you try, you will die.

The others and the ghost retreated several steps in tacit understanding, leaving a large space in front of Yang Fan.

Yan Qing: ...Damn, you two have quite a good understanding of each other.

At the critical moment, you can't rely on anyone but yourself.

"I'll pay for it!" Yan Qing spoke up in time at the critical moment.

Yang Fan looked at the old wooden door and thought for less than a second, "Ten thousand yuan."

Yan Qing: “Okay!”

Yang Fan's gaze moved from him to Xiao Jing. The latter's body stiffened and he blinked innocently. He knew nothing.

She stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly looked away. Xiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"I plan to use those woods to build a chicken coop." Yang Fan said as he looked at the wood he had chopped off on the ground.

Xiao Jing: …

The breath is stuck in the middle, neither going up nor down.

Yang Fan's cold eyes fell on him again, "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Lin, standing by, looked sympathetic and said, "Brother, why did you secretly take the boss's wood to play with?"

"I'll go chop some wood for you again now!" Xiao Jing's body was tense.

Yang Fan is very easy to talk to. Since the other party has said that they will chop wood for her, why would she still hold on to such a small matter?

Her expression softened a bit, "Okay, then go ahead."

"Hey, I'll go now."

Xiao Jing quickly ran to Yan Qing, took the hatchet from his hand, turned around and went outside.

"Yan Qing, come along too. I see you really like chopping wood." Yang Fan said.

Yan Qing: “…Okay.”

A man and a ghost went up the mountain with axes.

After they left, Yang Fan turned around and spoke to Old Man Liu in a gentle voice, "Come on, let's continue."

"...Oh...Okay."

Old Man Liu continued to talk to her about how to divide the wood, and Yang Fan continued to work with the axe in his hand.

The ghosts and people nearby looked in the direction where Yan Qing and Xiao Jing left, full of sympathy.

How can these two people use the boss’s (webmaster) things to play?

Jian Xiangdi looked at it and suddenly thought, "Oh no, we haven't started working yet."

Almost an hour has passed since they came out, and they are still standing here!
Yes, they have to work!

Liang Zishu and the other ghosts who were working to earn spiritual fruits finally reacted. When a group of ghosts turned around and were about to go to work, they suddenly heard Yang Fan say.

"No need to work today."

The ghosts looked at each other and thought, if we don't work, there will be no spiritual fruits.

The answer is of course yes.