Chapter 18: The Dark Ghost, Let the Ghosts Do the Work
At Huangquan Station, Yang Fan sat at the door and watched the time reach eleven o'clock. Then the gate of the courtyard turned into a solemn and gloomy iron gate, which slowly opened.

Eight little devils carried a sedan chair out of the door and stopped in front of Yang Fan.

A man's pleasant voice came from the sedan chair, "I guess you are the new stationmaster of the post station."

As the man spoke, the curtain of the sedan chair slowly rose, revealing a handsome face. His peach blossom eyes looked at Yang Fan tenderly.

Yang Fan looked at the man, his face showing no surprise, but rather some disgust.

"You're blocking the road. Stand to the side."

Eight people carried the sedan chair and blocked the door tightly, so Yang Fan couldn't even see the ghost behind it.

Hei Ming's face was a little stiff, but soon returned to normal. He waved his hand, and the ghost in front stepped forward and handed the ID to Yang Fan.

"Get a package for our prince!"

The imp's voice was firm and commanding.

"I told you guys to block the way," Yang Fan said with a click of the tongue, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Move away! My employees are blocked from getting in by you guys!"

Hei Ming and his little ghosts: "......???"

"Stationmaster...we are here..."

At the edge of the sedan, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu leaned sideways and tried to squeeze out.

The two ghosts struggled to squeeze out from the crowd of ghosts, and Liang Zishu's carefully made hairstyle was messed up.

When the two ghosts walked into the room, the computer immediately made a prompt sound.

"Courier Jian Xiangdi and courier Liang Zishu are here."

Hei Ming sat in the sedan chair with some surprise in his eyes. Huangquan Station was actually recruiting couriers, and they were two ghosts with no strength at that.

He gestured to the little ghost, who took the signal and said again with Hei Ming's ID, "Pick up the express for our prince."

"it is good."

Liang Zishu picked up the scanner gun and was about to start working, but was stopped by Yang Fan.

She didn't understand and looked at her with confusion.

At this moment, the group of ghosts blocked behind the sedan suddenly began to make a commotion.

"No, why can't I get out?!"

"I can't get out either. This wall is so hard!"

"Why can't I get out?!"

Those ghosts who didn't come to pick up the parcel but just wanted to use the excuse of picking up the parcel to steal the vegetables and fruits in the village suddenly found that they could not leave the yard.

You could have gone out before.

Other ghosts who came to pick up the packages also tried, but found that they could not get out.

They couldn't even retreat back to the underworld. They could only watch as ghosts continued to come out of the gate of the underworld, but they couldn't go back.

What is going on? !
Soon, there were more and more ghosts in the yard, filling it up.

But Yang Fan couldn't see what was happening outside, her view was completely blocked by Hei Ming's sedan chair.

"Please put away your sedan chair for a moment," Yang Fan said, "You are blocking my view."

Hei Ming smiled evilly, "What if I say no?"

The faces of the eight little ghosts, who had always had no expression, gradually became terrifying.

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi subconsciously hid behind Yang Fan.

Hei Ming is a ghost who has been dead for three hundred years. It is said that he once tore a high-level ghost into pieces with his bare hands.

When the big guys are fighting, they have to stay away. It would be bad if they get affected.

Yang Fan raised his hand and drew a thunder talisman in the air, and said calmly, "Then I will smash you, your sedan chair, and your little ghosts into pieces."

But he was just a three hundred year old ghost, she could easily beat him into pieces. Hei Ming: "..."

You should have told me earlier that you were so capable. Why am I still pretending to be so awesome? Look at what I have done.

After a brief silence of less than two seconds, Hei Ming swiftly got down from the sedan chair, folded up his sedan chair with a wave of his hand, and stood obediently and quietly by his side with his eight little ghosts.

The movements were smooth and flowing, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.

Liang Zishu: “……???”

Jian Xiangdi: “……???”

The two ghosts looked at Hei Ming, who was standing obediently beside them, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Isn’t it said that Hei Ming is a fierce ghost with a bad temper who will tear ghosts apart if he disagrees with them?

Why did you give up so quickly without even struggling?

Hei Ming: Although he is a fierce ghost, he is also a ghost who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Now Yang Fan could finally see the scene outside. There were probably dozens of ghosts in the yard outside. There were enough ghosts to plant vegetables in the two plots of land around her house, and also to deal with the weeds on the back hill.

Yang Fan cleared his throat and said to the ghosts in the yard: "If you want to go back and get the package, you have to listen to me."

Although some ghosts were very unconvinced and wanted to question why they should listen to her, but when they saw that Lian Hei Ming was standing obediently by the side, they dared not speak anymore.

Yang Fan continued, "Because you stole the vegetables grown by the villagers, they had nothing to eat, and you stole the fruits grown by my uncle, causing our family to suffer losses every year."

"Now I need you to work and pay off the debt."

Work to pay off debts? Why do they have to work to pay off debts?
Finally, a ghost mustered up the courage to speak, "We are not the only ones eating these things."

They are not evil spirits and have not done anything bad, so they are naturally more confident in what they say.

"Yeah, yeah, so many ghosts are eating, why should we work!"

Anyone who comes out to pick up a package has stolen fruits and vegetables from the village before. Why should they be asked to do the work?

"Protest! You have no right to ask us to farm!"

"We won't work! Hurry up and give us the package and let us go back!"

Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu glanced at Yang Fan secretly and didn't dare to speak.

Apart from the two of them, the ghosts that came out today had never seen her cruelty.

Hei Ming coughed lightly and stood up to speak, "Stationmaster, let's have a good talk."

"Although it is wrong for us to steal food, there is no clear rule in the underworld that we cannot eat these things."

"Besides, if it weren't for the post station..."

"Shut up!" Yang Fan gave him a cold look.

"No..." Hei Ming showed a somewhat aggrieved expression, "Stationmaster, I am talking to you reasonably."

Reasonable?
She's not sleeping at night and is here talking to them?

Yang Fan snorted coldly, raised his hand and drew a thunder talisman in the air, and lightning and thunder appeared on the talisman paper.

The "crackling" sound irritated Hei Ming's nerves, and he immediately changed his tone.

"But then again, since we have eaten someone else's food, we have an obligation to work for them!"

Hei Ming said firmly, "Stationmaster, we have to get to work right now. We can't waste any more time!"

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi gave him a thumbs up.

Other ghosts: "Yes! Let's get to work now!"

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction. She liked this kind of efficiency.

(End of this chapter)