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Chapter 479: Stop being a fan and turn against me
At 3:30 in the morning, all the ghosts who had gone out to work came back. Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi entered the yard and saw that only Yang Fan, Qi Ming, Yan Qing, Qiao Ci'an, Zhou You, Xiao Xiao and Ma Bingliang were in the post station.

Two people and one ghost were sitting inside the inn, while the others were sitting in a row at the entrance of the inn meditating. The rest of the people had already left.

The scene was spectacular and a bit scary. Liang Zishu, Jian Xiangdi and the other ghosts subconsciously stopped talking and tiptoed into the yard, for fear of disturbing the big guys' meditation.

"Here, your reward: two fruits for each ghost." Liang Zishu distributed fruits to them one by one.

Today's fruit is peaches, and there are two for each ghost. The ghosts lined up in an orderly manner. The ghosts who got the peaches but did not take the express delivery turned around and left happily, while the ghosts who wanted to take the express delivery waited for Jian Xiangdi to give them the express delivery before leaving.

When it reached Anyuan, before Liang Zishu could give him any fruit, he whispered, "Miss Liang, I don't want any fruit today."

He was working to pay for his work, so it would be a bit unfair for him to take some fruit instead.

Liang Zishu replied in a low voice, "You didn't have it in the first place."

The reason he had fruits before was because she bought them for him. Now that she doesn't like him anymore, naturally they are gone.

Jian Xiangdi glanced at Liang Zishu and wondered if this was what they called quitting being a fan and turning against him?

An Yuan was stunned and said "oh" with a confused expression. Without thinking too much, he handed the ID card to Jian Xiangdi and asked him to help pick up the express delivery.

"Teacher An, please stand aside. I want to give them some fruit." Liang Zishu waved to him.

An Yuan said sorry and stood aside. He looked at Liang Zishu strangely.

He felt that she was a little strange today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

On the way back, he whispered to Zhu Yaqi, "Sister Yaqi, what happened to Miss Liang today? I feel like she's acting weird."

Zhu Yaqi, who knew what was going on, looked at him with a complicated expression, "Maybe she is unhappy at work every day."

An Yuan nodded in agreement. He felt that this should be the case. After all, since he came to the underworld, he had basically never seen Liang Zishu and the others rest.

Going to work like this every day can easily put people in a bad mood.

He understands!
An Yuan sent Zhu Yaqi back to where she lived before returning to his own place.

He lived just across the street from Zhu Yaqi, but his place was not facing the street, so there were no ghosts along the way.

When he walked downstairs, he suddenly felt a ghost watching him from behind.

An Yuan turned around and saw a few ghosts moving around. Some of them were walking outside, and some were walking into the corridor. There was nothing unusual at all.

Strange, could it be that he was wrong?
An Yuan turned around and quickly headed towards home, fearing the worst.

He is at a low level now. If he is accidentally targeted by a high-level evil spirit, he will only die again.

A cold gaze from downstairs kept watching him until he walked into a house on the fifth floor, and the door opened and closed.

It took a while before he left.

……

At noon the next day, an ambulance drove into Uehara Village, followed by a million-dollar luxury car, which attracted a lot of onlookers. Was it someone who was sick and called an ambulance, or someone who was sick and came to the hospital for treatment?

"Why is the ambulance here? Is someone sick?" Grandpa Li was sitting at the door, following the movement of the ambulance with his eyes.

"It shouldn't be someone who's sick," Li Kangping said, pointing at the luxury car in front of the ambulance. "It should be the friend Uncle Wenlin mentioned last night."

The window of the luxury car was open, and he saw Li Wenlin sitting in the car.

Grandpa Li exclaimed, "They came in an ambulance, so the patient's condition must be pretty serious."

Li Kangping nodded, "Uncle Wenlin said it was quite serious. They wanted to ask Yang Fan to go to the city hospital, but Yang Fan hasn't been on field duty recently, so they asked them to come by themselves."

"I don't think it's that serious. The ambulance is here," Grandma Xu walked out and said, "Besides, if it really gets that serious, it won't be of any use to find anyone." Grandma Xu unconditionally supports Yang Fan. She is so busy, how could she have the time to run around.

Grandpa Li and Li Kangping nodded in agreement, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren looked in the direction the ambulance was heading.

The onlookers saw the ambulance stopped in front of Yang Fan’s homestay, followed by a luxury car worth millions. A man carrying an oxygen tank, sitting in a wheelchair and wearing thick clothes got out of the ambulance, accompanied by a young man.

Two middle-aged men and women and the village chief Li Wenlin got out of the luxury car behind. It looked like a family brought their seriously ill family member to Yang Fan for fortune-telling.

"Old Xiao, are you okay?" The middle-aged man, Meng Hongshen, looked at the young man in the wheelchair with concern.

The young man he called Lao Xiao looked to be only in his twenties, and even though he looked sickly and thin, his handsome features could not be concealed.

Xiao Muhui shook his head weakly, "I'm fine."

After entering the village, the rich spiritual energy here made him feel much better.

Meng Hongshen's son Meng Xiaowei looked around in disbelief, "Does Master Yang live here?"

Shouldn't those Taoist masters live in the mountains and forests or in Taoist temples? Why would they live in a resort like this?
Although the environment of this village is really good.

Meng Hongshen and his wife both looked at Li Wenlin at the same time, and the former asked, "Old Li, where is Master Yang?"

"I'll go in and ask first. She might be busy in the orchard at this time."

Li Wenlin walked quickly into the store. At this time, Taoist Xuan Yue was the only one watching TV in the store.

"Master Xuan Yue, where are Yang Fan and the others now?"

Taoist Xuan Yue reluctantly turned his eyes away from the TV and looked at Li Wenlin, "Yang Fan and Cancan are inspecting the house next door."

"The others are in the orchard."

"Okay, thank you Taoist Xuan Yue."

Li Wenlin walked out and pointed to Yang Fan's house next to him and said to Meng Hongshen, "Yang Fan is next door. Wait a minute, I'll go over and see if she's done."

Meng Hongshen: "Okay, thank you, Lao Li."

Meng Xiaowei looked at the workers who were constantly dismantling the steel frame and muttered quietly, "Why do I feel that Master Yang is unreliable?"

"Xiaowei, don't talk nonsense!" Meng Hongshen reminded him.

"This Master Yang is very famous on the Internet."

A master who is very famous on the Internet sounds even less reliable, Meng Xiaowei thought.

He has been studying abroad for many years and has just returned to China, so he has not seen much news about Yang Fan on the Internet.

Several people were waiting there, and Meng Hongshen was always paying attention to Xiao Muhui's condition.

"Old Xiao, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me."

In order to get him out of the hospital, he specially asked medical staff to follow him.

Xiao Mu replied: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Master, look what I found!"

A clear and pleasant child's voice accompanied by the sound of running came from behind.

Xiao Muhui subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a little girl in yellow clothes running past him quickly. She was so fast that he could only barely see her profile.

But the familiar aura from the other person made him tremble, and he looked at the girl in disbelief.