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Chapter 470 Hello, I want to complain

On the other side, an unexpected guest came to Qi Feng's residence.

"It's not time for me to go to work yet. What do you want from me?" Qi Feng looked at Qi Ming in surprise.

Qi Ming: "Traces of the devils have appeared."

Qi Feng's expression suddenly turned serious, "What's going on?"

Qi Ming told the story of how Wen Chengzhou absorbed resentment and turned into the Ghost King, and how he disguised his identity and turned the ghost into a resentful ghost.

Qi Feng's face became uglier as he listened. Wen Chengzhou was his subordinate who was treated as a trainee ghost messenger. The ghost messenger he disguised himself as was also under his command. After many investigations and treatments, his ghost messenger still got into trouble.

Qi Ming saw his expression change, and said kindly, "Yang Fan didn't complain about this incident, and he probably won't come to you for compensation."

Qi Feng: “…”

"Your subordinates have been in trouble one after another. I think these problems are not accidental."

It is normal for a ghost general to have problems when he manages many ghost officials, but it may be a little abnormal that the ghost officials under his command are frequently involved with the Abyss of the Netherworld.

Or maybe there is someone behind the scenes who deliberately pushed him out, and that person may be hiding next to him.

"Improper management is my fault, but I can't say anything based on these few cases," Qi Feng looked directly at Qi Ming, "The area I manage is in JX Province, not far from Huangquan Station."

Besides, the resentment that had arisen in Xuzhou before was not within his jurisdiction.

Qi Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are doubting Yang Fan."

Qi Feng said bluntly, "Before there is definite evidence, I will not doubt anyone, and please do not doubt me and my companions at will."

Whether it was what Lei Yan and the others said, or what Qi Feng said, there was no substantial evidence. Their speculations were mixed with personal emotions and thoughts, and could not be fully trusted.

He only looks at the facts.

Qi Ming looked at Qi Feng's resolute and upright face, his eyes became blurry, and his face gradually overlapped with a blurry face in his memory.

……

"Why did you kill them all? Aren't they all your comrades?"

"They have all been possessed by demons and are no longer human."

"I told you I can save them! Besides, these ghosts were once victims too! What have they done wrong?"

"As ghosts, they are wrong for not staying in the underworld but causing trouble in the human world!"

"It's wrong for them to kill people! I only look at the facts!"

"Just look at the facts. What about those innocent villagers? Why did you kill them? They didn't kill anyone!"

"They are all possessed. Can't you feel the strong ghost energy in that village?!"

"..."

The quarrel between the two men, along with countless painful wails, flooded into his mind. A sharp pain came over him and Qi Ming subconsciously closed his eyes, his expression painful and his body shaking.

"What's wrong with you?" Qi Feng asked when he saw that he seemed to be in pain.

Qi Ming shook his head vigorously, and the fragments that emerged disappeared again. He paused for a long time before speaking.

"I am fine."

Qi Feng frowned, "You are not remembering your memory."

Qi Ming opened his eyes, pinched his brows, and said in a tired voice, "I have my own memories, don't you?"

There are two types of Yincha. One type is like Xiao Jing, who passed the exam and can resign and enter reincarnation at any time.

One is to bear the sins and become a ghost to atone for them. The memory of this kind of ghost will be wiped out during his lifetime, and he will only remember his own name, and he will never be able to enter reincarnation.

Qi Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he felt embarrassed as if his thoughts had been exposed, but he still admitted openly, "I have no memory."

Qi Ming looked at him in surprise. It seemed hard to imagine from his righteous face that he was the kind of person who was burdened with sin.

"Why do you suspect it's related to the devils instead of the ghost mother?" Qi Feng didn't continue the conversation and brought the subject back to the main topic.

Everyone knows that the Ghost Mother is no longer restricted by the Netherworld Abyss, so why are they sure that Wen Chengzhou is because of the ghost and not the Ghost Mother? "The resentful aura on him is not from the Ghost Mother." Qi Ming continued his topic.

Qi Feng hummed, "I understand. I will check my subordinates again."

……

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Huangquan Station opened its doors and Yang Fan picked up the landline phone on the table to make a call.

"Hello, I want to complain."

Qi Ming on the side: ...Misjudgment.

It’s not that there is no complaint, it’s just that the time to complain has not come yet.

Qi Feng who received the complaint: Didn’t you say you won’t file a complaint???
……

From that night till now, Yang Fan vaguely felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, especially when she was talking to Yan Qing, other people's eyes were always fixed on her, with strange emotions mixed in their eyes.

After Yang Fan and Yan Qing finished talking, that strange look came again, and she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you keep looking at us like that?"

Yan Qing also noticed this and looked at them in confusion, wondering, could it be that these people did something behind their backs?

It was almost time for lunch. Except for Ma Bingliang, who went to school as Xiao Xiao's grandfather to help attend the parent-teacher meeting, and Tang Yuanyuan, who went to school, everyone else was there, including Han Musen.

Taoist Xuan Yue suddenly started coughing, "Um, Yang Fan..."

"Don't try to change the subject by pretending to cough," Yang Fan saw through his thoughts in a second, "You have to explain to me clearly today, did you do anything bad while we were away that night?"

Taoist Xuan Yue said with a guilty conscience, "No...no."

"That's good. Just tell us. Don't let us figure it out ourselves." Yang Fan looked at their photos and didn't see anything bad going to happen.

But these people, including the villagers and tourists, looked at her and Yan Qing strangely. That look was exactly the same as the look that Xiao Lin, Liang Zishu and others gave to them when they gossiped behind their backs.

"Xiao Lin, you speak."

Xiao Lin, who was called out, hesitantly explained, "Well... that's because of the relationship between Taoist Master Yan Qing and you. We are... quite curious."

Yang Fan glanced at Yan Qing, his eyes becoming even more puzzled, "What is the relationship between Yan Qing and me? Why are you so curious?"

Han Musen said with a wicked smile, "Of course you two are engaged. Master Yang, when do you plan to hold your wedding with Taoist Master Yan Qing?"

"I'm having a wedding with Yan Qing?" Yang Fan laughed as if he had heard a great joke.

Yan Qing:!!!??????

His usually calm face cracked slightly.

Suddenly, he felt a burning gaze falling on him, danger!

"When did you two become in this kind of relationship?" Qi Ming stared at Yan Qing expressionlessly.

Yan Qing: ...

He also wanted to know the answer.

"The friendship between Grandmaster Yang Fan and I is purely that of fellow disciples, there is no emotion between men and women!" Yan Qing explained hurriedly.

“So you were the first ones to make up this rumor.” Yang Fan swept his cold gaze over everyone, his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.

These people are so bold that they dare to make up scandals about her behind her back.

other people:……

Everyone honestly cast their eyes on Taoist Xuan Yue, who explained in a panic, "It's not me! It's Xiao Ma. Xiao Ma has a problem with his brain. He misunderstood it. I explained it to him!"

Yang Fan nodded, "Okay, when Xiao Ma comes back, I'll beat you up together. It will help you loosen up your bones."

Taoist Priest Xuan Yue: “!!!”

At noon, Ma Bingliang, who returned to the village with a rosy face, was given a good beating because his child was so outstanding.

In the afternoon, two elderly people who were about to die sat in the yard with panda eyes, blowing in the cold wind, looking as pitiful as they could be.