Chapter 408 Is the story I tell interesting?

After Yang Fan and the others left, Taoist Xuan Yue was the only one left in the room. He sat there, staring blankly at the empty refrigerator, and he seemed to have aged many years in an instant.

I don't know how much time has passed, and there are several more figures in the room. They stand in two rows, looking at Taoist Xuan Yue with sympathy, and lower their heads in unison to express their silent condolences for his tragic experience.

Poor second brother.

……

Yang Fan did not go back to Xuzhou directly, but walked down along the Sanqing Palace. There were no lights on the road, and the forest was pitch black with mottled moonlight. The little white tiger followed her closely, and there was another sound of footsteps behind her.

Qi Ming followed behind, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

On the way, Yang Fan suddenly asked, "Nephew, when did you go up the mountain?"

Qi Ming was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I went up the mountain when I was five years old."

"Why did you go up the mountain?" Yang Fan asked.

Qi Ming pursed his lips and said half-truthfully, "Because of the famine, there is nowhere to go."

Yang Fan said to himself, "I went to the mountains at the age of five, entered Taoism at the age of six, and became famous for killing several ghost generals and top-level evil ghosts with a single move of talismans at the age of twelve. At the age of sixteen, I killed the Ghost King with a single sword..."

Everything around suddenly became quiet, with only Yang Fan's faint voice in my ears.

These are the things in his memory, but for some reason, when Yang Fan said them, Qi Ming had a very strange feeling, as if these things were someone else's stories.

He felt embarrassed, like a thief who had stolen someone else's glory and greatness.

"…At the age of 25, he sacrificed his life to create the Netherworld to trap evil spirits and pacify the Yin and Yang worlds."

Qi Ming suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Fan's back in disbelief. How did she know the last thing?
Some of his previous deeds can be recorded in the Taoist History, but few people know about the last incident, and she is not among those who know about it.

At this time, he heard Yang Fan say: "My calculation is correct, nephew."

"You can tell my fate!" Qi Ming came to his senses and hurriedly followed Yang Fan, asking anxiously, "How did you figure it out?"

Yang Fan didn't stop walking, glanced at him, and said complacently, "Guess."

Qi Ming stared at her, trying to see something from her face, but her forehead was still blurry and chaotic, and he still couldn't see through her.

"Then when did you go up the mountain?" Qi Ming asked her.

His master said that she was his junior uncle, but he had no memory of her as such.

Could it be that he went up the mountain after his death? He slept for a long time after his death before he regained consciousness. Could it be during this period of time?
"As for me," Yang Fan paused, thought for a moment, and answered, "I think I went up the mountain when I was twelve years old."

"As if?" Qi Ming: "You don't even know when you went up the mountain."

"It's been a while since the time has passed and it's a bit blurry."

"Then do you remember why you went up the mountain?"

"For my brother."

Yang Fan continued walking forward, speaking as if he were recounting someone else's story, "My brother was a general. At that time, the yin and yang worlds were out of balance, demons and evil spirits were rampant, and he was injured countless times by enemies possessed by evil spirits."

"So I want to learn Taoism to protect him."

"No, when I died, wasn't it already..."

Qi Ming felt a sharp pain in his head, and some fragments of memory flooded into his mind frantically. The sharp pain in his head forced him to stop, and the bag in his hand fell to the ground weakly.

Yang Fan turned around with the lightning-struck wood in her hand. Before she could make any move, Qi Ming's figure disappeared from the spot.

The little white tiger looked at the place where Qi Ming disappeared with a confused look on its face, then turned to look at Yang Fan. Its animal instinct made it feel that something was wrong, so it quickly climbed onto Yang Fan and clung to her arms tightly. Yang Fan held it with one hand, facing the place where Qi Ming disappeared, with her face buried in the shadows, so it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

After a long while, she spoke in a low voice, "Old Black, is my story interesting?"

The little white tiger raised his head, with a little confusion in his big eyes. He hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

Yang Fan raised his head and looked towards the location of Sanqing Palace. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and said in a light tone, "I think so too."

She stepped forward and picked up the bag that Qi Ming dropped, raised her hand and tore the space apart, and a few seconds later she appeared in Xuzhou Paradise.

The lights in the park were still on, and Xiao Lin and the others were still having fun.

Yang Fan found a place to sit down and ate with the little white tiger while watching them play.

As she ate, her expression became more and more disgusted, "These things are too sweet."

……

On the other side, Qi Ming was urgently recalled to the complaint handling center. The moment he returned here, all the memory fragments in his mind disappeared, and the abnormalities in his body also disappeared instantly.

Yinchai will only be forced to return to his post by his leader during working hours, so the one who recalled him was the direct leader of the complaint center - Yanwang Junlin.

"Boss, what's the matter that you're looking for me so urgently?"

Yan Wang Junlin is a handsome man in his twenties. His green hair reflects his unruly soul. He has a middle-school personality, so he likes his subordinates to call him "boss".

"What time is it now?" Jun Lin asked him back.

What time is it now? Qi Ming looked up at the clock on the wall, which showed that it was already past eleven.

"Qi Ming, you still remember that I have to go to work at 11 o'clock."

Qi Ming: “…Remember.”

It’s over. I was caught by my boss for being late.

"Then go back and write me a 10,000-word self-review, handwritten. I want to see it before I leave work."

Qi Ming looked at him in disbelief. "Write a 10,000-word self-criticism? Boss, are you serious?"
"What are you looking at?" Jun Lin clasped his hands in front of him and supported his chin, with a stern face and full aura. "Are you questioning me?"

Qi Ming shook his head. "I'm not questioning your decision. I'm just curious."

"What are you curious about?"

“Is the complaint center going to be finished?”

A company will only become crazy about attendance when it is on the decline.

"..." Jun Lin's hand slipped and his face almost fell on the table.

"So what's the matter that made you call me back in such a hurry?" Qi Ming looked at Jun Lin helplessly, like a naughty child.

"You are such a boring person."

Jun Lin straightened his clothes and became normal in a second. "I'm not kidding you. The Law Enforcement Center is short of staff due to the matter of the Nether Abyss. We need to second you to help for a while. During this time, you can hand over the work of Huangquan Station to 5237."

Qi Ming was a little surprised, "I'm being seconded to the Law Enforcement Center?"

Jun Lin nodded. "It's a serious matter that evil spirits have escaped from the Netherworld. You know that you are the most suitable person to do this."

Qi Ming did not refute this statement. He was indeed the most suitable person to guard there.

However, from now on, all complaints about Huangquan Station will be handled by other ghost messengers. Qi Ming felt a little uncomfortable about this, but he still did not reject Jun Lin's proposal and agreed to the transfer.