Chapter 111 He Loves Freedom More

This action...this expression...coupled with that face that looked like it was trying too hard.

The Xiao siblings' faces changed, they took a step back together, and then burst out at the same time.

Ugh! That's disgusting!

Xi Jun: ...Hey, hey, hey, that’s too much.

Liang Zishu covered his mouth and laughed secretly inside the inn.

Yang Fan's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. She was sitting right in front of Xi Jun and saw all the changes in his expression just now.

She also wanted to Yue, and that colorful face making that coquettish expression was simply a visual attack.

She felt her eyes were hurt.

Yang Fan took out the lightning-struck wood from the drawer without saying a word, pointed the stick at Xi Jun, and said, "Put away your pretentious expression and be normal."

God damn, her eyes hurt.

Xi Jun: ...

Under the threat of force, he turned serious in a second.

Xiao Lin straightened up, patted his chest to calm down, and gave Xi Jun some advice.

"Then you might as well just work for the boss and become his ghost slave. That way, you can come out every day."

The benefits of being a ghost slave are indeed good, but he doesn't want to be a ghost slave and be ordered around. Not only does he have no freedom, but he doesn't know when he will die again, Xi Jun thought.

Although he was not happy in his heart, he still said nice things, "Of course I am willing to work for the stationmaster."

"But the stationmaster already has someone here, so he definitely doesn't need anyone else."

He turned around and gave Yang Fan a flattering smile.

"If you need it, you can."

Yang Fan looked Xi Jun up and down, with some disdain, "Although he is a little ugly, he looks like a capable worker."

"Since you think so, I will be merciful and let you be my ghost slave."

No, he doesn't want to!
He loves freedom more than spiritual fruit!

Xi Jun stepped back calmly, "Stationmaster, I am naturally happy that you are willing to let me stay here to work, but I am not in good health, so I may not be able to do this job well."

As he spoke, he was almost retreating to the gate of the underworld. After he finished the last word, he turned around and fled back to the underworld at lightning speed.

It’s gone, it’s gone. This webmaster forces ghosts to work. It’s terrible.

Spiritual fruits are not as important as freedom!

Seeing Xi Jun being scared away by Yang Fan, Xiao Jing felt indescribably happy in his heart, he deserved it!
"Brother, does this ghost often bully you in the underworld?" Xiao Lin glanced in the direction where Xi Jun ran away, then turned around and looked at her brother worriedly.

Xiao Jing raised his hand and touched her head, "Don't worry, your brother is not that weak."

Having eaten a lot of spiritual fruits, he is now much stronger than the average ghost.

Just be fine.

Xiao Lin asked curiously, "Brother, why did Qian Cang say that he had just died?"

He has been dead for so long, why do you say he has only been dead for a short time?

Xiao Jing had only been a ghost for a short time, so he didn't know many things. He guessed, "Maybe it was just like me back then. I was too unwilling to die, so my memory stayed at that time."

Xiao Lin nodded, not quite understanding.

She turned her head and wanted to ask Yang Fan. The boss was very powerful and he would definitely know why the ghost thought he had just died.

But when she looked carefully, Yang Fan was no longer in the post station, only Liang Zishu was standing there. Liang Zishu happened to meet her gaze and said, "Are you looking for the stationmaster? She has gone to bed."

Even without a boss, there is Sister Liang, a ghost who has been dead longer than her brother, so she should know the reason.

Xiao Lin ran over happily, put her hands on the counter, and asked Liang Zishu with a smile, "Sister Liang, do you know why Qian Cang can't remember?"

Although Liang Zishu died longer than Xiao Jing, she was not very clear about many things, but she felt that what Xiao Jing said was right.

"I think what your brother said is right. He must have been too unwilling to die, so he stayed there and refused to reincarnate."

In that chaotic period, death was a common occurrence. Who would know about it, and who would care?

No one knows or cares except those who love him and keep asking and searching.

After Qian Cang's death, in addition to always thinking about giving the things he failed to give to his fiancée, he also had to tell her that he was dead, and asked her to stop waiting, stop looking for him, and live her own life well.

So his memory was reset again and again. He wandered in the underworld for so many years, but he only remembered that he had been dead for a short time.

You are staying here and refusing to reincarnate because you are unwilling to do so. Then what is your unwillingness about... Xiao Lin looked at Liang Zishu, the corners of her mouth twitched, but she swallowed back the words.

Upstairs, Yang Fan had already walked into the room with the little white tiger in her arms. She placed the little white tiger in the cat bed nearby, changed into pajamas, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Not long after I lay down, I felt something extra beside me.

She reached out and touched the small bulge beside her, and sneered, "You are quite good at finding a comfortable place for yourself."

She pulled out the little bulge and threw it outside, and the little white ball was firmly thrown into the cat's nest.

Before the little white tiger could react to what was happening, it had already reached the cat's nest.

Little White Tiger: What happened? Why am I back?
"Go to sleep by yourself. If you climb up again, I will beat you." Yang Fan's threatening words came.

Faced with her threat, the little white tiger dared not say a word. He glared at her angrily and reluctantly lay down in his cat bed to sleep.

Humph, you disgusting human being, you don’t even know to prepare a quilt for it!
The village was already cool, and it was even cooler on a rainy night. Xiao Jing was afraid that his sister would catch a cold, so he found an excuse to leave after not staying there for long and told her to go back to sleep.

On the other side, in an old community in NC City.

Yue Ya, who had finally escaped the pursuit, wandered around in the huge city for a long time before returning here. This was her secret base and no one could find her.

When she returned to the house, the first thing she did was to take out some fruit from the refrigerator to eat.

These fruits were given to her by Han Musen, including loquats, lychees, bayberries, and some peaches.

These fruits were the only things she could eat in all these years.

She stood in front of the refrigerator with the door wide open, enjoying the cool temperature inside, chewing a peach and complaining.

"Damn Taoist priest, you keep chasing me every day!"

A trace of depression flashed across Yue Ya's stiff face. Did these Taoists install radar on her? How come they could follow her wherever she went?

So annoying!
She ate the fruit with hatred as if to vent her anger.

She ate many of them in a row, and finally stopped reluctantly when only a small portion was left.

Then she walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the living room, took off her skirt, revealing her body that was so pale that it was completely bloodless.

The girl's body was covered with scars of varying sizes. Some of the wounds were so deep that the flesh underneath was exposed. The most shocking wound was the wound with stitches on her neck.

The thread was very thick and was sewn deeply into the flesh, as if it was forcibly sewing the head and body together.

She stared closely at her body in the mirror, and clearly saw the scars recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. A hint of joy flashed across her numb eyes.

This fruit can restore her body!

As long as she eats more, she should be no different from a normal person in the future!
That way, when she finds him, he will definitely recognize her at a glance.