Chapter 110 He Can't Remember Anything

Qian Cang frowned and tried to recall for a long time but couldn't remember where the other person lived. Finally, he looked at Yang Fan with confusion, "I... can't seem to remember where she lives..."

But he seemed to have gone to Erya's house a few days ago, so how come he suddenly couldn't remember it?
Qian Cang shook his confused head vigorously, and the fragmented memories in his mind became even more confused.

It seemed like he had been dead for a long time, but also like he had died not long ago. He knew a lot and yet seemed to know nothing.

It was so uncomfortable. Xiao Lin and Liang Zishu felt indescribable discomfort when they saw him like this.

Xiao Jing felt very unhappy. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Only Xi Jun felt calm. There were many ghosts like Qian Cang in the underworld, and he had seen a lot of them.

He couldn't answer, so Yang Fan asked another question, "Then do you know her birth date?"

Qian Cang's eyes became even more confused, "...I don't know either."

I don't know anything. How can I send a courier? I need to fill in the most basic information.

"First, you don't remember her address or contact information. Second, you don't remember her date of birth. She only has a name, and there are so many people named Yue Erya in China."

Yang Fan asked a soul-searching question, "Where do you want me to send it to?"

There is only a name, no address or contact information, so no one will receive it even if it is sent out.

Qian Cang looked at a loss, and his grip on the comb and hairpin tightened and loosened, "Then... wait until I think it over before coming back, okay?"

The others felt uncomfortable looking at Qian Cang who was standing there at a loss.

Xiao Jing thought of the spiritual fruit. If he was given the spiritual fruit to eat, he would definitely be able to remember it, just like he did before.

He was just about to say that he wanted to give his spiritual fruit to Qian Cang to eat. He opened his mouth, but before any sound came out, Yang Fan's voice sounded first.

"Then you go to work first," she stood up from the chair and stretched. She forgot that there was a little white tiger sitting on her legs. When she stood up suddenly, it didn't react and fell to the ground with a thud.

Little White Tiger: ??? Why did it fall to the ground?

"Ouch~" Human! You dropped me!
It roared at Yang Fan angrily, its voice was so soft and had no deterrent effect at all.

Liang Zishu thought it was adorable!
The attention of the others was unconsciously drawn to the little white tiger, and the heavy atmosphere at the scene was immediately broken.

Yang Fan paused while stretching, pretending nothing had happened, cleared his throat, and said, "Um... 500,000 is not something you can earn back by working for a day or two. Go work first, and talk about it when you remember it someday."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the little white tiger on the ground and pretended to be surprised and asked, "Why are you on the ground?"

The little white tiger's pupils widened, and he looked up at her in disbelief. "Didn't you throw me to the ground? !

Other people and ghosts: Such poor acting.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and scanned the people and ghosts present. Those people and ghosts quickly looked away, pretending that they saw nothing.

Qian Cang came back to his senses and nodded heavily, "Okay! I'll go to work!"

But he immediately thought of something, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face, "But my express delivery can only come out three times... I don't know when the next express delivery will be..."

Hearing that Huangquan Post Station could send express deliveries, he spent all the ghost money in Tiandi Bank and bought the cheapest items on the underworld website, just to make this trip.

"I'll cook something for you," Xiao Lin stepped forward, "I'll cook something for you every day from now on, so you can come out every day."

Yang Fan and the other ghosts turned their attention to her. Xiao Jing looked at her with a soft look in his eyes. His sister was so kind.

Faced with her kindness, Qian Cang was somewhat flattered and waved his hands repeatedly, "That... no, no, I can't spend your money. I can't pay it back."

"It's not expensive. I have money."

The clothes Qian Cang was wearing were the ones he was wearing when he died. There were patches all over the coarse cloth and the shoes on his feet had holes in them.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Lin could imagine the cruelty of that era. Her throat felt blocked and her voice was a little hoarse. "Tell me what you like to eat or what you want. I will cook whatever I can buy for you."

“No, no…” Qian Cang wanted to refuse, but Yang Fan interrupted him, “I think it’s okay. When we find Yue Erya, we can ask her to pay us back.”

Xiao Lin nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll just ask Yue Erya to pay me back when the time comes."

"If you can come out to work every day, you can pay your boss back sooner."

Since that was what he said, Qian Cang did not refuse. He needed to work every day for the 500,000 yuan, and it would take him a long time to pay it back.

"Okay then..." He agreed, but he scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Then please burn something cheap for me. It's too expensive and Erya doesn't have the money to pay you back."

Xiao Lin: "Don't worry, I won't burn anything too expensive."

The matter was settled.

Once he remembered where Erya lived, he could send the things to her. Qian Cang happily and carefully wrapped the comb and hairpin and put them back into his pocket, patting them twice to make sure they were still there.

"Then stationmaster, where should I go to work now?" Qian Cang asked.

Yang Fan: "They are on the mountain behind, go find them."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

He was as happy as a child, jumping and running outside.

Looking at his figure disappearing into the night, Xi Jun's face was full of envy. He turned his head and gazed at Xiao Lin with gentle eyes.

"Sister, please help me cook something every day. I also want to work every day."

Things on the underworld internet are extremely expensive. Even a small and useless thing requires a lot of ghost money to buy.

Today's express delivery cost him the paper money worth several skirts, and it made him feel painful for a long time.

If someone could burn it for him, he wouldn't have to waste the paper money he used to buy the skirt on the underworld website to buy useless things.

Xiao Lin asked him sincerely, "Do you have a Yue Erya to pay me back?"

Although she is kind-hearted, her money did not come from the wind.

"He has been dead for a long time. He has no fiancée and no relatives." Xi Jun lowered his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked like his heart was about to break.

Xiao Jing: ...You damned shemale, you’re at it again.

"Sister, don't worry about him. He is not a good person."

Little brother~how can you say that to others? Xi Jun pouted and glared at Xiao Jing with resentment.