Chapter 327 Cream Cake
Seeing that she also came to copy the Heart Purification Mantra, Tang Yuanyuan laughed at her without hesitation. Just after she laughed a few times, Yang Fan's voice came clearly in.

"By the way, Tang Yuanyuan, you are not concentrating while meditating. Recite the Heart Purification Mantra 200 more times."

Tang Yuanyuan: “…”

The smile doesn't disappear, it just moves to someone else's face.

Qiao Ci'an smiled, her mouth opened and closed, but there was no sound, but Tang Yuanyuan understood those two words, "You deserve it."
Tang Yuanyuan: ...

Yang Fan looked at the two ghosts and the man in the post station. Being stared at by her, the two ghosts and the man unconsciously tensed up.

She said, "Why don't you all go and copy it a few times."

The two ghosts were silent. Yan Qing said nothing and turned to get pen and paper from the next room. He was more like his colleagues and brought three sets of pen and paper.

Put the pen and paper on the table, sit down and start reciting the Heart Purification Mantra silently.

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi looked at each other. They didn't know what the Heart Purification Mantra was.

Under the pressure from Yang Fan, the two ghosts didn't dare to say anything. They went outside to bring in stools, sat on the left and right sides of Yan Qing, and followed him to copy.

Yang Fan also took the little white tiger to Tang Yuanyuan and asked him to write and read to it.

Little White Tiger: ? ? It also learns this thing? ?

The little white tiger was not happy, but Yang Fan pressed it there to listen. "Listen more. It will be good for you. A white tiger is so timid. You are really a disgrace to your white tiger clan."

Hearing this, the little white tiger howled at Yang Fan in dissatisfaction, "Awoo~" It was really brave!
"You're still not convinced." Yang Fan patted it on the head, "You were so scared just now, I don't even want to say anything to you."

"listen well!"

The little white tiger covered his head and sat beside Tang Yuanyuan with a wronged look on his face, listening obediently to him chanting the Heart Cleansing Mantra.

Zhu Yaqi quickly finished the fruits that Yan Qing gave her. After eating the fruits, the blue and red marks on her face disappeared, and the wound on her forehead stopped bleeding. She returned to her original clean and beautiful appearance. The red plaid shirt on her body became extremely bright, and her transparent soul became more solid.

"Thank you!" Zhu Yaqi thanked Yang Fan excitedly.

Yang Fan hummed calmly, "Can you tell me the address now?"

Zhu Yaqi nodded heavily and calmly finished the address, but when it came to the contact person and contact information, she stopped again.

"Sorry, Master, I don't have a landline at home. I only remember the number of the phone booth near my home."

Landline, phone booth? When did this ghost die?
Liang Zishu, who was copying the Heart Cleansing Mantra, raised his head curiously when he heard this. Looking at Zhu Yaqi's vintage red plaid shirt, he suddenly realized that the ghost must have been dead for some time.

Zhu Yaqi asked nervously, "Is it possible to send the cake to her with only one address?"

Yang Fan: "Just the date of birth will do."

"I remember my daughter's birth date. She was born on the first day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar in 1986. Her birthday is in a few days."

"She especially likes cream cakes. Could you please send the cake to her for me?"

"I promised her before that I would give her a big cake on her twelfth birthday."

Born in 1986, she is 38 years old this year, and she is still thinking about her 12th birthday cake. Does this lady have the same confused memory as Qian Cang?

Liang Zishu couldn't help but take another curious look. "Calm down."

Suddenly, Yan Qing's voice was heard from the side. The voice was very soft, but it was so sudden that the unprepared Liang Zishu was frightened. He exerted force with his hand, and with a "swish" sound, the paper was torn by the tip of the pen.

The sound of paper being torn stood out particularly in the quiet environment. Not only Jian Xiangdi looked over here curiously, but even Zhu Yaqi and Yang Fan also looked over here.

Liang Zishu: ...

She laughed awkwardly twice, changed a new piece of paper and continued to write hard.

The corners of Yan Qing's mouth raised in an imperceptible arc.

Zhu Yaqi's memory is not confused now. At least after eating the fruit, she knows that it is 2024 and that she has been dead for almost 27 years.

Her daughter should be 38 years old this year, but she still wants to make up for the birthday cake that was 27 years late.

"This is the cake I bought for her," Zhu Yaqi handed the ID card to Yang Fan, "This cake has a shelf life of half a month. Please give it to her on her birthday."

It was past midnight and it was already the 26th day of the seventh lunar month, and her daughter's birthday was only five days away.

Over the years, no one has ever burned anything for her, and Zhu Yaqi can only rely on working in the underworld to earn a living.

Because of her low ghost power and some special reasons, she can only do the least and most tiring work involving ordinary ghost money. Even during the Ghost Festival every year, when everyone comes out to visit their relatives in the world of the living, she still works to earn money.

Other capable ghosts might come out and snatch money from other ghosts, but she can’t do that, for she’s afraid that she won’t be able to compete with other ghosts, and she’s also afraid that she will be eaten by other ghosts.

Moreover, the money earned from working for those three days will be more than before.

So every few years, he would spend all the money he earned in the underworld to buy a cake on the underworld’s website, wanting to give the cake away, but he had never succeeded.

Not only that, every time she took the package back, it would be snatched away and eaten by other evil spirits.

The cycle continues.

It just so happened that she had saved enough money this year, and she also heard that Huangquan Express had a new stationmaster who could help ghosts send express parcels.

Zhu Yaqi thought again that the cake she bought was from the underworld. It would be bad if her child couldn’t eat it, or if eating things from the underworld had effects on the body. She retracted her hand holding the card.

"I'm sorry, I may have to trouble you a little more. I bought this cake in the underworld, so it may not be convenient for my child to eat it. Could you please buy her a cream cake?"

Yang Fan: "Don't worry, it's not time yet, go and work first."

Yang Fan took Zhu Yaqi to the homestay next door and asked Old Man Liu to help her with the work, mainly responsible for cleaning.

At four o'clock in the morning, the Huangquan Post Station had just closed. Qiao Ci'an, who had already written the Heart Purification Mantra a hundred times, set up his tent and prepared to go to sleep.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Xiao Xiao who was still in a state of meditation beside him. Looking at the surrounding spiritual energy continuously pouring into her body, his eyes were full of admiration. She is so talented and hardworking. This little junior sister is amazing!
She can't lose either!
Qiao Ci'an closed the tent, turned around and sat next to Xiao Xiao, continuing to meditate.

In the room, Tang Yuanyuan was still writing furiously. He held the sleepy little white tiger in his left hand and took a sip of water from the cup in his right hand to moisten his throat.

"If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be startled by the sky falling, and you will remain calm despite all changes. Your spirit will be calm and your breath will be still... Lao Hei, don't sleep!"

Tang Yuanyuan manually opened the little white tiger's closed eyes, "Lao Hei, hold on! There are only twenty more to go!"

The little white tiger looked at him with lifeless eyes and whimpered pitifully a few times. Woo woo woo... it wanted to sleep.