Chapter 109: Money Warehouse
Liang Zishu leaned over and took a look at the two things. They were obviously gifts for girls. She asked curiously, "Are you sending these to your wife?"

When the word "wife" was mentioned, the male ghost lowered his head, showing a shy expression, and whispered: "Not wife, but fiancée."

They are not married yet.

Liang Zishu: "But you've been dead for so many years, your fiancée must have married someone else."

It seems like this ghost has been dead for a long time.

The male ghost raised his head, his eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, and then he shook his head, "I haven't been dead for long, my fiancée is only seventeen years old."

"Ah?" Liang Zishu was confused. This ghost clearly looked like it had been dead for a long time.

Over there, brother and sister Xiao Lin and Xiao Jing looked over curiously.

Yang Fan asked the male ghost, "What's the name of the person you want to send it to, and where is the contact number and address?"

"According to the rules here, the express delivery fee is 500,000 yuan, and the person who receives the package has to pay for it."

The male ghost opened his eyes wide in shock, "Five hundred thousand!"

"No, no, Arya doesn't have that much money, she only has five dollars!"

Five yuan! What can you do with five yuan? In this era, five yuan is only enough to buy two or three buns.

When did this ghost die?
The others all looked a little surprised, and Xiao Lin asked her brother quietly, "Brother, how long has this ghost been dead?"

"He should be almost a hundred years old." Xi Jun, who had floated over from nowhere, answered her.

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but everyone and every ghost could hear it.

Unexpectedly, the male ghost's face changed drastically when he heard these words. He turned around abruptly, and his pure and clean eyes became fierce and scarlet, and he yelled at Xi Jun.

"You've only been dead for a hundred years!"

His sudden change scared Xiao Lin so much that she trembled and took a step back in fear. Xiao Jing stood in front of her with a serious expression.

The ghosts in the underworld are like patients in a mental hospital. They can talk to you nicely one second, but the next second you don’t know what you said or shouldn’t have said and the other person changes his or her expression.

If you are not careful, you may be injured by the other party.

Liang Zishu leaned towards Yang Fan in fear. Oh my god, how come this ghost changed?

The little white tiger in Yang Fan's arms was so scared that it hugged her tightly. It was so scary!

The relaxed atmosphere suddenly turned tense. The male ghost looked tense, as if he would rush up and eat people at any time.

The male ghost suddenly went crazy, but Xi Jun was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked very interested. He licked his lower lips with his bright red tongue. It was a ghost that was almost a hundred years old. Eating it would be a great tonic.

The hands hanging by the legs slowly grew long black nails.

Just when the situation was about to get out of control, a cold female voice suddenly rang out.

"Do you think I'm dead?"

Yang Fan made an impatient "tsk" sound. This was the bad thing about these ghosts. They loved to transform at any time. They couldn't be as emotionally stable as her.

It’s so annoying, and she still has to go back to sleep!

She raised her hand and quickly drew a thunder talisman. Suddenly, the sky above the post station was covered with a golden talisman array. Thunder exploded and crackled, as if it would strike at any time.

Thunder roared overhead, Xiao Jing's face changed, and he quickly hid behind Xiao Lin.

"Sister, protect me, I'm scared!"

As a ghost, he was also afraid of Yang Fan's Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

Xiao Lin: Brother, shouldn't you protect me? Looking at the golden thunder talisman above his head, Xi Jun froze in place, his pupils wide open with fear.

"Change back!" Yang Fan shouted coldly, his warning gaze falling on Xi Jun.

Otherwise, blow him up!

Xi Jun's heart trembled, and he turned his palm over and immediately returned to its original position. He blinked his big watery eyes and looked at Yang Fan innocently. He was just joking, so don't be so nervous.

Faced with his show of weakness, Yang Fan remained unmoved. He stared at him coldly for several seconds before withdrawing from the Sky Thunder Formation.

As for the male ghost, he turned back into his harmless little lamb appearance the moment she showed the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

Others and ghosts: Boss (webmaster), awesome!
Yang Fan sat back in his chair and began to ask him, "What's your name? Who do you want to send the things to?"

The male ghost said hurriedly: "My name is Qiancang, and I want to send the things to my fiancée."

The male ghost was named Qian Cang. He was born in November 1922 and died in August 11. He was from Jiangsu Province. He died in the war while on his way to give his soon-to-be fiancée a comb and hairpin he made himself.

He wanted to send the comb and hairpin to his fiancée, and give her a letter, telling her not to wait for him anymore, as he could not go back.

"I'm already dead. I don't want Erya to wait for me. I want her to find a good family to marry again."

On the day of separation, he told Arya that he would wait for her and that he would go back to see her soon with gifts. Unfortunately, he was already dead and could not go back.

Given her stubborn nature, she would definitely wait for him foolishly.

Qian Cang looked at the comb and hairpin in his hand, with a sad and reluctant expression on his face, "But I promised to give this comb and hairpin to Erya, I must give it to her!"

"But five hundred thousand, Arya definitely doesn't have that much money," his face showed a bit more frustration.

That was five hundred thousand. He didn't even know how to write it. He had never seen so much money in his life.

When he was alive, he worked hard and saved for so long, but he only earned five dollars as a dowry for Erya. She definitely didn't have 500,000 yuan, and he couldn't let her spend that much money.

Xiao Jing and his sister and Liang Zishu felt very uncomfortable hearing this. It was 1940, and now it is 2024, a full 84 years have passed!
The Erya he was looking for, even if she was still alive, would be over a hundred years old and would most likely have already started a family and been surrounded by children and grandchildren.

Why wait so many years just to give her this thing? I'm afraid she has already forgotten him.

Liang Zishu reluctantly told him, "After so many years, Erya must have..."

"Webmaster, can I work for you to pay you back?" Qian Cang suddenly thought of this idea. Since he was the one who wanted to send the things, he should pay back the money.

He held the comb and hairpin tightly in his hands and begged, "I'm very good at work and can do any job!"

As long as I can help him send express deliveries, he will pay the money and I can do any job.

Everyone else's eyes fell on Yang Fan, and Xiao Lin pinched the hem of her clothes unconsciously.

Yang Fan looked at him in silence for a long time, so long that Qian Cang felt there was no hope. He slowly lowered his head and suddenly heard her say.

"Working to pay off the debt is another matter. Do you remember her full name, where she lives, and her phone number?"

Qian Cang was stunned for a moment, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. The stationmaster agreed to let him pay off his debts with work!

"Her name is Yue Erya, she lives here... lives here... lives here..." He stuttered and couldn't tell the contact address for a long time.

Where does Erya live? He tried hard to recall.

Yang Fan yawned out of boredom and waited for him to think slowly. The Xiao siblings and Liang Zishu beside him were all looking forward to his answer.

The little white tiger sat on Yang Fan's legs, its eyes fixed on him, as if waiting for him to speak.

Where do you live?