Chapter 266 It's comfortable

At eleven o'clock, the gate of the underworld opened, and many ghosts poured out of it. There were more ghosts today than in the past.

A white-haired old man walked the fastest. He quickly came to the front of the post station and said to Yang Fan excitedly, "Stationmaster, I want to contact my son. Is that okay?"

"No, your son is here to see you."

Yang Fan raised his hand and drew a talisman and injected it into the old man's body. Suddenly, a golden thread spread out from the old man's body and went all the way to the outside. "Follow this thread and you will be able to see your son."

The old man excitedly said thank you to Yang Fan several times before turning and leaving.

After the old man came Song Yuanyuan. She looked at Yang Fan excitedly. The latter said nothing, raised his hand, drew a talisman, and injected it into her body.

Looking at the golden thread that was guiding her, Song Yuanyuan said thank you to Yang Fan with tears in her eyes, and followed the thread to find her mother.

Several other ghosts who came out to pick up the express packages were also surprised to learn that their relatives and friends had come to see them.

They also happily followed the silk thread to meet their relatives and friends.

The other ghosts who came out to work and earn spiritual fruits were so envious that their eyes turned green. They wondered when their relatives and friends would be able to see them.

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi were also a little envious, but more of them were curious. They were curious about why so many people came to see ghosts today.

Yang Fan briefly recounted what happened during the day. The two ghosts suddenly realized something and only then noticed that Yan Qing and Tang Yuanyuan were not there.

……

Zhang Anjun burned the talisman paper on time as Yang Fan said. The talisman paper burned when it came into contact with fire, and a golden thread appeared in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the thread nervously.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly, a familiar figure floated in from outside the window.

Zhang Anjun held his breath and watched the familiar figure walk into the room. He stood up excitedly, tears welling in his eyes, "Dad..."

Before he could finish his words of longing, Zhang Anjun was kicked to the ground by the old man.

"You rebellious son! I told you to burn fake stuff for me! I told you to burn fake stuff for me!" The old man started beating him up.

Zhang Anjun covered his head and cried, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

"I asked you to burn fake things for me and embarrass me in front of so many girls! I left you such a huge inheritance, and you burned fake things for me!"

The old man beat and scolded him, and from his scolding, Zhang Anjun finally understood the reason why he had been so unlucky recently. The reason was that the things he had burned for the old man before were all fakes, which made the old man lose face in front of the girl he liked.

Zhang Anjun: My dad, you are chasing girls down there, does my mom know?

On the other side, Lin Qinfang and her family also met Song Yuanyuan.

Lin Qinfang's parents couldn't stop crying while holding their granddaughter. The Song family didn't like girls, but the Lin family doted on Song Yuanyuan.

When Song Yuanyuan died, the old couple was devastated and it took them a long time to recover. Now that they can see their granddaughter again, the couple hold her in their arms and are reluctant to let go.

Lin Qinfang knew that Song Yuanyuan was living a good life in the underworld now, and that the underworld officials had arranged a very safe place for her to live, so she felt relieved.

Lin Qinfang's brother and eldest nephew were also secretly wiping away tears. While they were happy to see Song Yuanyuan again, they also kept cursing the Song family in their hearts.

Like several other families, they finally saw their lost relatives and they cried with joy.

After being moved, the ghosts saw that their rooms were filled with fruits from Yang Fan's family. They were ecstatic and then Kuku showed off.

When their families saw how much they liked the fruits from Yang Fan's house and knew that Yang Fan had not slept yet, they ran to Yang Fan's house to buy fruits without saying a word.

So many people came to Yang Fan's yard late at night to buy fruits. Yang Fan had anticipated all this and loaded a lot of fruits on his tricycle.

"Please weigh me two kilograms of grapes and two kilograms of peaches, and give me a watermelon."

"I want two watermelons and these. Please weigh them for me."

"Okay, okay, come one by one, don't be in a hurry." Yang Fan was responsible for weighing them, and Qiao Ci'an was responsible for helping to collect the money. The two of them sold the fruits in an orderly manner.

"Master, our daughter Yuanyuan said she also likes to eat your fruits. Please weigh some of each for me." Lin Qinfang's eldest nephew Lin Chengzhi smiled shyly.

Yang Fan quickly packed a bag for him, weighed it and collected the money.

They returned with a full load and quickly hurried back to their residence carrying the fruits.

Qin Yinghao knew that these people bought fruits late at night to feed the ghosts, so he also bought some fruits for Song Weiyi.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you liked to eat the fruits in the master's house." He scratched his head embarrassedly, looking a little annoyed.

If he had known this earlier, he should have bought her food two days ago.

Song Weiyi held the bag, lowered his head shyly, and whispered, "It's okay, I didn't tell you."

They looked at each other at the same time, their eyes met, and they shyly turned their gazes away at the same time. There was an indescribable feeling lingering between the man and the ghost.

Two people were leaning on a tricycle watching the show.

Qiao Ci'an leaned close to Yang Fan's ear and whispered, "Grandmaster, are they dating?"

Yang Fan touched his chin and said, "It looks a bit like that."

"Don't just stand there and watch. You're disturbing their relationship."

Yang Fan retracted his gaze and turned back to sit inside the inn. There was one thing more important than gossiping, and that was - waiting for his salary to be paid.

Yang Fan returned to the inn and sat there for a few minutes before it was twelve o'clock. His burning gaze fell precisely on the computer, and he saw many golden spots flying out of the computer.

Most of those golden spots flew into Yang Fan's body, and the remaining small handful were divided into three groups and flew out of the post station respectively.

Yang Fan closed his eyes, feeling the merits flowing through his body and finally gathering in his dantian, and sighed, "It feels so good~"

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi, two ghosts who were working on the mountain, suddenly saw many golden spots in front of their eyes. Before the two ghosts could react what those things were, those spots of light whooshed into their bodies.

There's nothing much to it, just a bit of warmth.

The two ghosts were confused and it took them a while to realize that this was their salary for last month.

Wow! As expected, the more good reviews I get, the more I get paid. Last month, I couldn’t even see the salary I got, but this month I can see my salary!
Now the two ghosts are even more excited. When they get off work, they will keep a close eye on the ghosts who pick up the express packages and watch them give five-star reviews.

There was also a small spot of golden light that penetrated into the body of Yan Qing from another province. He was sitting cross-legged in meditation. When the golden light penetrated into his body, he opened his eyes instantly, his eyes full of surprise.

Sure enough, after he became an employee of the post station, he also received merits as salary.

Tang Yuanyuan happened to come in from outside and saw this scene, his eyes widened, "Uncle Master, what was that just now?"

Yan Qing: "Merit."

There was a hint of pride in his understated tone.

Yep, today is the day for Huangquan Station to pay salaries.

Tang Yuanyuan: I’m tired of saying the word “envy”.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the moving pink doll on the table beside him, "Uncle Master, did you put Xu Gang here?"

Xu Gang is the male ghost.

Yan Qing glanced at the doll and hummed.

The pink doll moved, and although there was no change in expression, Tang Yuanyuan could see his embarrassment. She silently lit a candle for him in her heart, with an unceremonious sneer on her face.

You deserve it. You are so stubborn.