Chapter 372: Endure it and it will pass
His expression changed slightly, and he was about to interrupt Duan Zijun to explain himself, when suddenly the other party's voice became sharp.

"Huangquan Post, I have a delivery...Huangquan Post!"

Duan Zijun saw the eye-catching words "Huangquan Post Station" and his expression turned horrified. "Lao Deng, why did you call me to Huangquan Post Station?!"

He had heard of Huangquan Station and heard that the new stationmaster was a very fierce and unreasonable person.

I'm going to die!

"Dad didn't ask you to come here, it was Master Yang who invited you here," Duan Yunting explained hurriedly.

Who cares about that bullshit Master Yang?

Duan Zijun turned around and was about to run, but the moment he turned around he saw Qi Ming standing there in the uniform of a ghost messenger.

In an instant, his legs went limp as if they had no bones, and he fell to the ground.

"Zijun, are you okay?"

Even though he knew that the other party was a ghost, Duan Yunting couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw his most beloved son fall, and he subconsciously reached out to help him.

Seeing this, Yang Fan teased, "It seems that your Duan family has the same problem of feeling sorry for useless children and not liking good children."

Old Master Duan's face turned pale, he knew that Yang Fan was talking about him.

Duan Qinghua raised the corners of his lips and smiled sarcastically.

That's right, they just like the kind of kid who is hopeless and can't see the excellence in him.

But he has gotten used to it and doesn't care about or expect this so-called fatherly or motherly love.

Xiao Lin, Tang Yuanyuan and the others looked back and forth at Duan Zijun and Duan Qinghua who were lying on the ground shivering, and shook their heads in unison. The grandmaster was right!

Ji Xingye and Lian Chun continued to serve as background panels on the sidelines.

Duan Zijun turned around trembling, and when he saw Qi Ming, his body shook even more violently. At this time, he did not even bother to see who the stationmaster of Huangquan Post was. He knelt in front of Qi Ming and stammered, "Sir... Sir... is there anything you want me to do?"

He thought it was Qi Ming who asked him to come out.

Qi Ming pointed at Yang Fan who was standing next to him and said, "It's not me who's looking for you, it's Yang Fan who's looking for you."

Yang Fan...this name sounds so familiar.

Duan Zijun moved his gaze towards Yang Fan tremblingly. When he saw her appearance clearly, his expression was still confused, but he soon remembered that Yang Fan was the name of the stationmaster of Huangquan Station!

"Yang...Stationmaster Yang...what do you want me to do?" Duan Zijun looked like he was about to cry. Before Yang Fan even said anything, he began to confess the bad things he had done.

"I'm sorry, Station Master. I followed Wang Cheng to rob a few couriers, stole fruits from the orchard, vegetables from the village, and scared the previous station master, but I have turned over a new leaf and haven't done anything bad in a long time!"

Wang Cheng was the evil ghost that Yang Fan killed on the first day he took over the post station.

Ever since Wang Cheng died, Duan Zijun didn't dare to go out to steal fruits and couriers anymore, and instead followed Li Feng. However, it wasn't long before Li Feng and the others were also caught by Yang Fan, and he was quiet for a long time.

Well, we still caught a fish that slipped through the net. Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Qi Ming, did you hear that?"

"heard it."

"Okay, I'll file a complaint against him when I'm done."

Duan Zijun: …? ? ?
Xiao Lin and others: It's quite sensible of him to confess without being asked.

Ji Xingye, Lianchun and several people from the Duan family: What are you complaining about?
Yang Fan moved his wrist, asked others to step back, and asked Duan Qinghua to stand forward.

Duan Qinghua nodded excitedly, not even using the wheelchair anymore, and walked over to stand beside Duan Yunting.

The distance between the father and his two sons was less than one meter, and Duan Yunting was standing in the middle.

Duan Zijun was confused and didn't know what was going on. He just saw Yang Fan start to draw talismans. He thought the other party wanted to kill him, so he instinctively wanted to run away. But he found that his body could not move.

Duan Zijun looked at the golden talisman array that appeared on the ground in horror.

Ji Xingye and Lian Chun were shocked when they saw Yang Fan casually draw the golden talisman.

Amazing!
Seeing how shocked they were, Tang Yuanyuan on the side had a smug look on his face.

Their ancestors were super powerful!
"Don't show off. Look carefully." Yan Qing reminded.

Tang Yuanyuan immediately put away her mood of watching the show and carefully watched Yang Fan's operations, observing and learning.

Yang Fan drew the talisman and set up the formation very quickly. Several golden talismans surrounded the three people, forming a circle. The golden talisman formation on the ground quickly rotated under the changes of Yang Fan's hand gestures, shining with golden light.

Duan Yunting looked at all this with a flustered expression, and a bad premonition came to his mind, "Master Yang, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Mengqiu took several steps back, fearing that the talisman formation would affect him.

"In exchange for your life, just bear with it, it will be over soon."

As Yang Fan spoke, he drew another golden talisman and flew into the air.

Exchange his life! No! He doesn't want to become a short-lived ghost again!

Duan Zijun opened his mouth and tried to speak, screaming frantically, "I don't want to exchange my life, Mom! Save me! Mom! Help!"

He kept shouting for his mother to help.

But it was too late. The golden talisman stood above the talisman formation. Gradually, Duan Qinghua felt something being pulled out of his body.

From the perspective of others, they could clearly see a black line being drawn out from Duan Qinghua's body, and a white line being drawn out from Duan Zijun's soul.

Looking at the white line, Duan Zijun's eyes were filled with despair. It was over!

Two lines, one black and one white, entered Duan Yunting's body at the same time. He immediately felt a tearing pain. The intense pain made him scream, "Ahhh, it hurts!"

His body was unable to move and he could only endure the tearing pain.

Duan Qinghua looked at Duan Yunting in confusion. Was it really that painful? How come he didn't feel anything at all?

"Master Yang, why is Yun Ting like this?" Seeing him in so much pain, Old Man Duan couldn't help but ask Yang Fan.

Yang Fan: "To exchange one's life for another is like the pain of giving birth to a child. Just bear it and it will pass."

Old Master Duan was stunned and didn't understand what Yang Fan meant.

Yan Qing, Qiao Ci'an, Lian Xingye and Lian Chun quickly understood the meaning of her words.

Duan Zijun is now in the state of a soul, and his mother has placed a forbidden spell on him, making it impossible to exchange Duan Qinghua and his fate.

But Yang Fan directly extracted the fate of the two people, and through Duan Yunting, who was related to them by blood, used his body as a carrier to break the forbidden technique and exchange the fate of the two people.

So the pain Duan Yunting was experiencing now was like the pain of childbirth for a woman. Yang Fan changed the movements of his hands, and two lines, one black and one white, traveled around his body twice, making the pain even more intense.

"Ah!" Duan Yunting screamed even more miserably.

Qi Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Yang Fan from the side, and turned to look at the sky above his head as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Yang Fan looked expressionlessly at Duan Yunting, who was in great pain in the formation. Hurting her "cat" was not something that could be solved with an emotionless apology and 100,000 yuan.

Time passed minute by minute, and Duan Yunting felt as if several lifetimes had passed. The pain continued to invade his body, and he howled continuously. His eyes went dark again and again, and his body was unable to move. He felt as if he would rather die than live.

It seemed like a long time had passed, so long that Duan Yunting felt he was about to die, and then he felt the two things in his body leaving his body.

The black line returned to Duan Zijun's body, the white line returned to Duan Qinghua's body, and the fate returned to its place.