Chapter 237 Please make way

Once the topic was opened, the two couldn't stop chatting. From a distance, Xiao Lin and the others were cracking and eating melon seeds. Although they couldn't hear what they said clearly, the atmosphere between them that was like a youth idol drama made them reluctant to leave.

Fu Cancan also talked to Xiao Lin about her love stories during her college years.

The little white tiger lay on the table, eating snacks and fruits while listening with great interest.

Yang Fan stuffed grapes into her mouth one by one without spitting out the skins, listening to their conversation. Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, she said to Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan, "You don't have to guard here later. Let Liang Zishu and the others guard at night. Go back and have a good rest."

They haven't gotten much sleep since last night, so they need to get a good night's sleep tonight.

Yan Qing: "Okay."

Tang Yuanyuan nodded obediently. He was indeed a little tired. He worked day and night and had little rest time every day. He was still growing.

At eleven o'clock, Yang Fan walked into the warehouse. The door of Huangquan Station opened automatically. The sound of the rolling door opening attracted Qin Yinghao's attention. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the useless station warehouse next to him that he had ignored was opened.

The doorplate above the post station lit up and changed from Bluebird Post Station to Yellow Spring Post Station.

Qin Yinghao stared blankly at the words "Huangquan Post Station" glowing green, and swallowed his saliva, "This... is this where you pick up the express delivery?"

"Yes, we all came here to pick up a package," Song Weiyi suddenly remembered, "By the way, I also received a package message today. Qin, wait for me, I'll go over and pick up a package first."

Song Weiyi jumped towards the post station. She was so happy. What had her parents burned for her today?

Qin Yinghao stood there in confusion, watching her leave. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cold wind on his back, and a cold and hollow voice sounded in his ears.

"Please give way."

Instantly, the hairs on his body stood up, he turned stiffly and saw the 'person' who was talking to him.

The 'man's' head looked like it had been cut in half by some sharp weapon, and one could vaguely see the structure inside his head. His face was blue-gray, and he stared at him with a pair of lifeless eyes. Most of his body was covered in blood, and his hands and feet were hanging on his body in a weird posture.

Qin Yinghao: “……!!!”

"Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

"Sorry, I'll leave right away."

Qin Yinghao jumped far away like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Without anyone blocking his way, the 'man' quickly floated towards the post station with a hint of anticipation on his pale face. He heard that he could work here and get spiritual fruits. Hehe, when the time comes, he will surely be able to restore his original handsome appearance after eating the spiritual fruits.

Qin Yinghao leaned against the wall in shock, his mind was blank, staring blankly at many normal and abnormal looking people walking in from the gate and heading towards the post station.

...Who is the kind person who opened a courier service station from the underworld to the human world?! He really wanted to ask.

Besides, aren’t all ghosts the same as Song Weiyi, the same as when they were alive?
Turning his sight, he saw a woman in a red dress...a ghost, walking towards Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin, and greeting them naturally and familiarly.

"Good evening, Cancan, Linlin."

They both said in unison, "Good evening, Sister Pearl."

After a simple greeting, the female ghost walked out of the yard.

So many ghosts suddenly appeared in the yard, and the two men looked like they were used to it. Qin Yinghao calmed down instantly. Ghosts were also transformed from humans, so what was there to be afraid of?

Thinking of this, he was not so scared anymore, but he still sat next to Fu Cancan and the others honestly.

"Little Taoist priest, do these ghosts come out every night to pick up packages?" He asked Tang Yuanyuan curiously, "Does the underworld also have online shopping?" Tang Yuanyuan told him, "Many packages here are burned for them by their relatives in the world of the living. However, there is also online shopping in the underworld, but it is very expensive."

After all, a courier has the chance to travel from the underworld to the world of the living, so it will naturally be very expensive.

Qin Yinghao looked at the door from afar and saw many ghosts standing there, and the two ghosts inside seemed to be playing finger-guessing games?
He asked, "What are they doing?"

Tang Yuanyuan turned her head and took a look. "Oh, Master Uncle is not going to work today. Those two ghosts are going to play finger-guessing games to decide who will stay to guard the door and who will go out to work."

"Working?"

"Well, they're going to weed the orchard, and they're going to get paid for the work."

Qin Yinghao suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he saw the orchard was so clean, with no weeds except for the fruit trees. It turned out that these ghosts were the ones who cleaned it up every day.

The master is so powerful that he lets ghosts do the work!

The two ghosts playing finger-guessing inside quickly decided the winner.

Liang Zishu put his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed three times, "I'll leave the job of guarding the house to you, come on, Xiao Di."

She was so happy after winning two days in a row.

Jian Xiangdi looked at his hands with regret. He should have used the scissors earlier.

The result is out. Liang Zishu takes a group of ghosts to work in the orchard, and Jian Xiangdi stays here.

Song Weiyi received her own express delivery. She couldn't wait to take it and open it. "I don't know what my parents sent me again."

Fu Cancan and Qin Yinghao all looked at the bag with some curiosity to see what was in it.

Song Weiyi opened the package, which contained a large box of matcha biscuits and a box of chocolates. "Wow, matcha biscuits and chocolates, they are both my favorites. My parents really understand me!"

Seeing the two boxes of things, Qin Yinghao's face looked a little unnatural. Those two boxes of things were exactly what he had bought in the city during the day to burn for Song Weiyi.

"This thing should not be burned by your parents," Fu Cancan said meaningfully as he looked at the two boxes of things.

Song Weiyi: "If it wasn't my parents who burned it? Then who burned it?"

Xiao Lin looked at Qin Yinghao with a gossipy look on her face, "Someone must have burned it for you."

Tang Yuanyuan pointed directly at Qin Yinghao and said, "He was the one who burned it for you. Your parents didn't even answer your calls, so how could they think of burning something for you?"

Song Weiyi realized belatedly that Master Bai Tian and Qin Yinghao had asked him to burn something for her.

But she felt a little uncomfortable when she heard the second half of the sentence.

Before Qin Yinghao came, Song Weiyi tried to call her parents using Fu Cancan's phone number, but either the calls were not answered or they were suddenly hung up as soon as she mentioned the name Song Weiyi.

"Nowadays... there are so many scam calls, my mom is just being cautious," Song Weiyi made an excuse for them, "Besides, if you received a call from a dead person, you definitely wouldn't believe it."

Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping themselves. They wanted to say that although there were many scam calls, if they suddenly received a call from their deceased relatives, and the calls kept coming over and over again, they would at least listen to what the other party said and would not hang up the phone on the spot.

Because that is the person they love, at least just listening to the voice is satisfying.

(ps: It is only necessary for the plot. Children should not answer strange phone calls casually. Beware of fraud! ! ! !)
Song Weiyi looked at their hesitant expressions, the happiness on his face faded a little, and the uneasiness in his heart continued to magnify.