Chapter 84 The Yinchao Still Has to Queue Up

Chen Chunhua didn't take this little incident seriously. She returned home and opened the express package. She just wanted to see what the loquat that could cure the flu looked like.

As soon as the box was opened, a rich fruity aroma hit me and drifted in the air.

Luo Jiahe, who was pouring water to drink, also smelled the fragrance, "This fruit smells so good."

There were more than ten kilograms of fruit, and Aunt Zheng packed some of each kind for her, the most abundant being loquats.

The fruits in the box are big, plump and juicy, just like they were just picked from the tree, very tempting.

Chen Chunhua was a little surprised, "I didn't expect this fruit to be so good."

She took out a loquat, peeled it and tasted it, and her expression immediately brightened up, "Hmm! This loquat is delicious."

Sweet, tasty and juicy.

Unlike the loquats she had eaten before, these looked big and yellow on the outside but actually had no loquat flavor at all.

This loquat has a very rich flavor.

"Let me try one," Luo Jiahe felt itchy and quickly took one out to eat.

Then I was conquered by this loquat.

The two tried several other fruits and they were all delicious.

As Luo Jiahe was eating loquats, he suddenly thought of what Chen Chunhua had said in the elevator, and joked, "Maybe what your mother said is true, this loquat really can cure the flu."

"That person might actually be a master. I'll have to trouble Auntie to introduce him to me then."

Chen Chunhua rolled her eyes speechlessly and said, "Just go to bed."

Neither of them took this matter seriously, but the fruit tasted delicious, so they both ate some more and then quickly took a shower and went to bed.

……

In Shangyuan Village, at two o'clock in the morning, the two ghosts were still working on the mountain. Yang Fan was sitting alone in the inn with her eyes closed, meditating, and the little white tiger was sleeping beside her.

The cat bed she bought had arrived and was placed under the cabinet, where the cat slept peacefully.

"Hello, are you the webmaster?" A gentle and polite female voice came from the door.

Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes and saw an old lady in her sixties or seventies standing at the door. She was wearing decent clothes and her hair was neatly combed.

The old lady’s face... looked somewhat familiar to Yang Fan.

The old lady looked at Yang Fan with some expectation on her kind face.

Yang Fan asked her, "Do you want to pick up the express delivery?"

"I'm here to pick up a package, but I want to ask you something," the old lady said, "Could you please help me find someone?"

"I heard in the underworld that you can send express to the world of the living, and I thought you must be a master with great skills, so I came to ask if you can help me find someone?"

Yang Fan nodded and said, "We can look for someone, but the cost needs to be paid by someone in the mortal world."

"Yes, yes, I can let my child..." Before the old lady could finish her joyful words, a strong voice suddenly interrupted her from the side.

"Get me a package!"

A tall male ghost wearing a black uniform, with a slicked-back hair and a face full of flesh. There was a word "Yin" on the black uniform indicating his identity.

The old lady hurriedly stood a few steps to the side, fearing that she might accidentally anger the other party.

The male ghost's eyebrows were twisted into a "川" shape, and his bull-like eyes were filled with impatience and arrogance. He directly put the ID card for picking up the package on the table with a bang, and said in an imperative tone, "Hurry and give me the package!"

Yang Fan opened his eyelids and glanced at him, "Queue up at the back."

Do you know how to be polite? Do you know the principle of first come first served?

The ghost messenger sneered as if he had heard a joke, "Queue? I never queue." After that, his cold eyes fell on the old lady beside him. The old lady trembled with fear and said quickly, "You go first, I'm not in a hurry."

"Did you hear that? She's not in a hurry. Hurry up and get the package for me." Yinchai frowned even tighter, his face became more ferocious, "Hurry up, don't waste my time!"

Wow, that’s pretty awesome.

Facing such arrogance, Yang Fan usually speaks with actions. She put down her crossed legs, reached out to open the drawer, and took out the lightning-struck wood inside.

Pointing at the fierce-looking Yinchai, he said in a clear and loud voice, "Get lost!"

The ghost catcher didn't expect that Yang Fan would not give him face and dare to point a stick at him. As a ghost catcher, he was used to being flattered by ghosts in the underworld. Now Yang Fan's behavior undoubtedly irritated him.

The air froze instantly, and his expression changed. "What did you say? Say it again!"

The fists placed beside his legs were clenched tightly, and his body exuded a menacing aura, surrounded by darkness, as if he would suddenly attack and hurt someone in the next second.

The old lady became even more frightened when she saw his sudden change of expression. She shrank to the side and tried to reduce her presence. She also wanted to remind Yang Fan not to go against this evildoer.

This ghost messenger is a well-known Rakshasa in the underworld. He has a bad temper, is rude and unreasonable, and all the ghosts in the underworld avoid him.

The old lady opened her mouth, but before any sound came out of her throat, a black figure suddenly flashed before her eyes. The ghost flew through the air in a perfect parabola and fell heavily to the ground.

"You are ugly but you still come out to scare people. Today I will teach you how to be a ghost."

Yang Fan's voice was still very calm, as calm as if he was talking about what the weather was like today.

The lightning-struck wood made a beautiful circle in her hand. She jumped out of the post station lightly and rushed to the ghost in a few steps.

The lightning-struck wood hit him hard.

"what!"

The lightning-struck wood hit the ghost, and the feeling was extremely sour and refreshing. The ghost's shrill screams echoed in the air, and the black energy on his body was immediately dispelled a lot. Those black energy were his ghost power.

Yang Fan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, "You scream so ugly, you deserve to be beaten!"

The lightning wood in his hand hit the Yinchai again, and there was another scream.

"I'm a ghost messenger, and you hit me!" The ghost messenger tried to fight back, but the next second, he was hit harder by the lightning-struck wood. This stick directly caused him to lose more than half of his cultivation.

"Don't say you are a ghost messenger. Even if you are Hades, you still have to queue up here!"

Yang Fan swung the stick in his hand vigorously, hitting him one after another. Not only was his cultivation destroyed and he was turned into an ordinary ghost, but even his soul was almost shattered.

The last stick stopped at the chest of Yinchai. If the stick had moved an inch further, he would have been scared to death.

The ghost messenger no longer had the arrogant look he had just now. He looked at Yang Fan with horror and begged for mercy, "Master... I was wrong! Please let me go!"

Yang Fan: "Get lost!"

"I'll leave right now..."

The ghost crawled and rolled, trying to escape from the underworld as quickly as possible.

After entering the gate of the underworld, he turned around and glared viciously at the outside. If you dare to hit the underworld messenger, she will be waiting for you!

"what!"

A black stick suddenly emerged from the depths of darkness and pierced his right eye. Severe pain came from the depths of his soul, and he rolled on the ground in pain.

The ghosts around were frightened by the sudden appearance of the lightning-struck wood and ran away in all directions. Oh my god, how could such a scary thing appear?

Yang Fan retracted the stick, looked towards the direction of the gate to the underworld, and sneered, "How dare you speak harshly to me."

Don't think you're safe once you return to the underworld. She can still kill him.

(End of this chapter)