Chapter 247 Yang Fan Rushed to the Hospital
Song Zhenglin, who was guarding his son's bedside, received a call from the other side. His expression was numb. His wife covered her mouth and sobbed beside him. Her body kept shaking. She was not sad that they died, but she was afraid.

They are afraid that they might be the next ones to get into trouble.

Qiao Ci'an stood at the side with his arms folded across his chest. He listened to every word of the call and muttered to himself, "This guy is trying to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. This is so unsportsmanlike."

"At this point, why don't you tell the truth?" Qiao Ci'an's eyes fell on Lin Qinfang, "Your wife is innocent..."

"Aren't you a Taoist priest?" Song Zhenglin raised his head abruptly, staring at Qiao Ci'an with scarlet eyes, his face ferocious, "You are a Taoist priest, why can't you save them?! Why can't you catch the evil ghosts that harm people?!"

Qiao Ci'an rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Please, uncle, figure it out. It was you who didn't tell me in advance that your family didn't live in the same hospital, and you didn't know what you had done."

Song Zhenglin's face became even uglier after his sore spot was touched. He continued to argue, "You are a Taoist priest, don't you know how to draw talismans? Why don't you leave a talisman for my uncle?!"

Qiao Ci'an's eyes were rolling up to the sky. It was so funny. Her talisman paper was so precious. Would she use it to protect someone who was obviously a bad guy?

Obviously that's impossible.

"Your souls have already rotted and stink, yet you still want to waste my talisman paper. Besides, isn't it normal for people to come and seek revenge on you?"

It's funny. If she wasn't afraid that the evil ghost would go crazy and hurt other innocent people, why would she be standing here so late at night?

It’s obvious that they weren’t good people. If they died, they died. What does it have to do with her?

She is a Taoist priest, not an angel, so she doesn't need to save everyone.

Song Zhenglin: "We paid!"

Qiao Ci'an: "Yes, you give me money to catch ghosts, and I guarantee that I will catch them."

Otherwise, what is she still doing here?

Song Zhenglin: “???”

People are almost dying, why are you still catching ghosts?

Then this is not within Qiao Ci'an's responsibility, she said she only catches ghosts.

"Uncle, what are you still hiding at this time?" Qiao Ci'an said with a sigh, "Your wife is innocent. If something happens to her because of you, you are not a human being."

Lin Qinfang raised her head and cried out to Song Zhenglin, "What on earth did your family do?!"

Faced with her questioning, Song Zhenglin didn't know how to answer it for a moment and could only look at her in panic. The atmosphere in the ward became even more depressing. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth.

"I……"

"Do not talk!"

Qiao Ci'an let out a low growl, his eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at the ward door, and quickly took out a copper coin sword and a yellow talisman from his bag.

She felt that the evil ghost was approaching.

Lin Qinfang was frightened and subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

Song Zhenglin reflexively ran to Lin Qinfang, blocked her with his body, and stared at the door of the ward with fear on his face.

Time passed minute by minute, and Qiao Ci'an had already sensed that the evil ghost was approaching the door. The copper coin sword and talisman paper in his hand were ready, and he could catch him as soon as he appeared.

But at this critical moment, she suddenly felt the presence of a companion. The powerful spiritual power only appeared for a moment, and the evil ghost at the door had disappeared without a trace.

Why do colleagues suddenly appear here?

Qiao Ci'an frowned slightly, walked quickly to the door, opened it and walked out, and immediately saw a group of people walking towards him in the opposite corridor.

Walking in front was a pretty girl wearing a loose white T-shirt, black shorts, a high ponytail, and holding a pet that looked like a kitten in her arms.

She couldn't tell where the other person came from, but her intuition told her that the beautiful girl was very powerful.

To her right was a female ghost in a pink dress, and to her right was a ghost in a black uniform—damn! A high-level ghost messenger!
Qiao Ci'an took a deep breath. What was the origin of this evil ghost? Why did he even send out high-level ghost messengers? Thinking about it, she had been traveling all over the country for so many years, and this was the first time she had seen a high-level ghost messenger in the world of the living. Normally, it was already very impressive to see a captain of the ghost messenger team.

She didn't dare to look at the senior ghost messenger after just one glance. She turned her sight and saw two familiar-looking people following behind him.

Qiao Ci'an was confused. Hey? Taoist Master Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan from Sanqing Palace? Why are they here?
Taking advantage of her height, Tang Yuanyuan also saw her and exclaimed in surprise, "Qiao Ci'an, why are you here?"

While she was saying this, Yang Fan and the others had already reached the door of the ward and stopped in front of her.

Facing such a group of people, Qiao Ci'an showed some social phobia, raised her hand and said, "Hello, um?"

Yang Fan looked at the cute pink-haired boy with great interest, "From the Maoshan Sect."

Unexpectedly, the other party saw through her origin at a glance. Qiao Ci'an nodded hesitantly, then reacted quickly and bowed to greet them first.

"Hello, fellow Taoist, hello, Master Yincha, I am Qiao Ci'an, the 45th generation successor of the Maoshan Sect."

Yang Fan bowed slightly, "Hello, my name is Yang Fan, I used to work at Sanqing Palace."

Qi Ming just nodded slightly and said nothing.

It used to belong to Sanqing Palace, but it doesn’t belong to it now? Qiao Ci’an was a little curious about this question, but she didn’t ask.

She stood up and greeted Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan behind her, speaking in a familiar tone, "Long time no see, Taoist Master Yan Qing, Taoist Fellow Tang."

Yan Qing: "Long time no see."

Tang Yuanyuan smiled and waved to her, "Long time no see."

Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin looked at this somewhat eccentric little Taoist priest with some surprise, especially her pink frizzy hair.

so cute!
Qiao Ci'an noticed the two of them looking at her and waved to them enthusiastically, "Good evening, ladies."

Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin smiled like aunts, "Good evening, Taoist Master Qiao."

Taoist Priest Yan Qing? Master Yang Fan?!

Taoist Master Yan Qing is here!

In the ward, Song Zhenglin heard them talking and walked out quickly.

Yang Fan greeted him first, "Officer Song, good evening."

"...Good evening, Master Yang."

Song Zhenglin looked around and found that the people who came were the ones who worked for Yang Fan's family.

Is Master Yan Qing among these people? Who is it?
How come he didn't know such an important thing before!

"Uncle! I missed you so much!" Seeing Song Zhenglin, Song Weiyi, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but speak out excitedly and went forward to hug him.

Uncle? Qiao Ci'an looked at Song Weiyi in surprise. She didn't expect that this female ghost was also a member of the Song family.

Song Zhenglin couldn't see Song Weiyi and Qi Ming, he only felt a cold wind blowing in front of him.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed before his eyes, and he subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Weiyi's excited face rushing towards him.

"what!"

Song Zhenglin was so scared that he took several steps back and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

Inside the house, Lin Qinfang didn't dare to go out, and held tightly the hands of her son who was still in a coma.

Trying to gain some strength this way.