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Chapter 612: The re-emergence of the past is mainly aimed at Yang Fan

"Yang Fan, I..."

"Stop talking and go back quickly."

Yang Fan rudely interrupted Bai Liu and forcibly put him into the jade pendant. "Stay inside and don't run around, or I will break Bai Shiwu's legs."

Bai Liu: “…”

Why did he break Fifteen's legs when he was running around?

Although he was puzzled, he did not dare to refute, for fear that his nephew's legs would really be broken.

Yang Fan casually put the jade in his pocket and turned to look at Qi Ming who had not left yet, "What are you still doing here?"

Qi Ming: "...Is Huangquan Posthouse still not open?"

It is already half past eleven, time to go to work at Huangquan Station.

Yang Fan waved his hand, "No, we're closed for the New Year holiday."

"Don't you want merit anymore?" Qi Ming said, "You open the door and we will be paid just for guarding you."

It’s not that he is so dedicated to his job, but the ghosts in the complaint center are all contacting him. Huangquan Station has been closed for so long, and the ghosts have started complaining again.

They were so annoyed that they had no choice but to come to him for help. Even their superiors asked them to have a good talk with Yang Fan and that Huangquan Station should reopen for business after being closed for so long.

"What if those ghosts complain and give bad reviews and deduct my salary?"

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Should I kill them or expose the underworld?"

Qi Ming said seriously, "I won't deduct your salary. If anyone is blind and wants to make trouble in front of you, just chop him to death."

If there are really ghosts who don't want to die, it's what they deserve.

Since he said so, Yang Fan naturally would not refuse. After all, no one would go against salary.

As long as it doesn't affect her salary, those bad reviews and complaints are no big deal to her.

Yang Fan went to the warehouse and the Huangquan Station opened automatically. After the door opened, she held the little white tiger and went back upstairs to rest. She casually placed the jade on the windowsill.

After Yang Fan left, Qi Ming casually drew two talismans and summoned Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi who were still resting.

"Oh shit!"

Liang Zishu was wearing heavy makeup and a veil, squatting in the underworld market eating melons. Suddenly, he was called out. He was still squatting on the ground eating melon seeds, but he didn't squat steadily and fell to the ground like a frog.

Jian Xiangdi was lying at home playing games with the game console in his hand. The soft bed beneath him turned into a hard floor in seconds. He looked at the ceiling and Qi Ming who was sitting next to him with a confused look on his face.

"...Master Qi Ming?"

Qi Ming: "The Huangquan Station is open, you should go to work."

Happy rest time is always so short...

Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi looked at each other, and saw regret in each other's eyes. They both quickly got up from the ground.

Liang Zishu picked up the melon seeds that fell on the ground and put them in her pocket. She bought them with her own money and they couldn't be wasted.

"Lord Qi Ming, are we going to work in the orchard?" Liang Zishu asked.

Qi Ming's gaze lingered on her horrible face for a second, "No need, you two stay here and guard."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

Liang Zishu looked at the empty yard and sighed, "My vacation."

Jian Xiangdi put away the game console and said, "It's good to play for so long... What's wrong with your face?"

Only now did he notice Liang Zishu's overly dressed face.

Liang Zishu held his face with both hands and blinked his big watery eyes, "Does it look good? I recently learned the evil ghost makeup." The blood-red eye shadow, eyebrows as long as the little finger, eyebrows that are thin and long to the temples, and lips that are red as if they drank blood, and the scar that spans from the chin to the forehead, really looks like an evil ghost.

"...It looks pretty good. Why did you suddenly put on this makeup?" Jian Xiangdi said with a guilty conscience.

"Of course it's to hear gossip," Liang Zishu took out a small mirror to admire his craftsmanship, "Those ghosts in the market know me. If I don't dress up, I'll be beaten."

Nowadays, the ghosts in the underworld are very violent and they always shout for fighting and killing.

Especially during this period when Huangquan Station was closed, the ghosts were asking every day where the couriers from Huangquan Station lived, hoping to find them to pick up the parcels.

Many ghosts know where Jian Xiangdi lives, and ghosts come to look for Jian Xiangdi every day, but he is a little homebody and usually doesn't like to go out. He always stocks food at home.

Now these ghosts come to his house to pick up the express delivery, but he completely ignores them.

Few ghosts knew where Liang Zishu lived, so she went out normally, but she had to dress up. After all, after what happened before, many ghosts in the city knew her.

"Those ghosts are really asking for trouble." Jane complained to Di.

Liang Zishu nodded, "That's right. I suspect that the sudden arrival at work today was caused by the people from the complaint center looking for Master Qi Ming."

"how do you know?"

"I don't know. I'm just guessing."

"Those ghosts are starting to complain about our post station again, demanding that we open the door."

Liang Zishu cursed, "Those ghosts really have problems with their brains. They want to fire our stationmaster, but they also want to open the post station, and they also want to come here to work and earn spiritual fruits."

"A bunch of ugly bastards with beautiful dreams!"

These days she listened to them cursing Yang Fan and Huangquan Station in the market, and she wished she could tear those ghosts into pieces and make soup with them.

Anyway, she has written down all the ghosts who cursed Yang Fan, and she will wait and see how she will deal with them when they come to pick up the express delivery!

Jian Xiangdi, who seldom swears, couldn't help but curse a few times.

"By the way, the underworld is spreading the story that our stationmaster saved a ghost from the eighteenth level of hell."

Jian Xiangdi frowned, "Hasn't this been mentioned before?"

The gossip in the underworld is updated very quickly. Liang Zishu loves to wait for the gossip and will share the gossip he hears with Jian Xiangdi and others in a timely manner.

Jian Xiangdi had heard about this matter before, why did it start spreading again?
Liang Zishu stroked his chin and thought, "Based on my many years of experience in chasing stars and eating melons, the old things are brought up again to target our webmaster."

The ghosts imprisoned in the Eighteen Levels of Hell are all evil ghosts who have committed crimes. Yang Fan rescued an evil ghost from there, which could easily make other ghosts think that she is a person who does whatever she wants and does not abide by the law.

Originally, the rumors about her in the underworld during this period were all negative. If this matter were to be publicized, more ghosts would have a bad impression of Yang Fan.

So they all came to boycott her.

Jian Xiangdi was puzzled. "But does this have any impact on our webmaster?"

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless.

Yang Fan is so powerful that not only ordinary ghosts but even high-level ghost messengers have to show her respect.

Even if these rumors spread everywhere in the underworld, how could Yang Fan hear them discussing her if she didn't go to the underworld.

Even if she heard it, she wouldn't care. At worst, she would just kill them all, and it wouldn't affect her mood at all.

As for wanting to get her fired, that's fine, because she didn't want to do it in the first place.

Therefore, this kind of public opinion war has no lethal effect on her except for causing headaches for those evil officials.

Liang Zishu touched her chin and nodded continuously. Sometimes she also felt that the person behind all this was an idiot.

This kind of propaganda war is completely useless.