Chapter Eighteen: Ghostly Black Oblivion, Making Ghosts Work

ther person, he just said, "I don't know him, I just met him on the street yesterday."Mr. Wu looked around and, as he walked to this spot, he saw a vast expanse of yellow on the hillside behind him."S...At Huangquan Station, Yang Fan sat at the doorway, watching as time ticked past eleven o'clock. Then, the courtyard gate transformed into a solemn and eerie wrought iron gate, which slowly creaked open.

Eight little ghosts carried a sedan chair out from the door and stopped in front of Yang Fan.

A magnetic, pleasing male voice came from within the sedan chair. "I presume you are the new stationmaster of this outpost," it said.

As the man spoke, the curtain of the palanquin slowly rose, revealing a face of extraordinary beauty. His peach blossom eyes looked tenderly at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked at the man, his face showing no expression of surprise, but rather some disdain.

You're blocking the way, stand to the side.

Eight people carried the palanquin, blocking the entire doorway tightly. Yang Fan couldn't see the ghosts behind it.

Heimin's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He waved his hand, and the ghost at the front stepped forward and handed the documents to Yang Fan.

"Bring us the courier for our prince!"

The little demon's voice was harsh and commanding.

"I said you're blocking the way," Yang Fan scoffed, "Can't you understand human language Move aside, my employees are blocked by you and can't get in!"

Blackmoore and his imps: “……”

"The webmaster… we're here…"

At the edge of the sedan chair, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishū leaned sideways and strained to squeeze out.

Liang Zishuai, after much effort, finally squeezed out of the ghost crowd. His carefully styled hair was ruined in the process.

Two ghosts walked into the room, and the computer immediately emitted a sound alert.

Courier Jian Xiangdi and courier Liang Zishu have arrived for duty.

Heimo sat in the palanquin, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Huangquan Ferry Station had actually hired delivery personnel, and they were two ghosts with little strength.

He gestured to the little ghost, who received the signal and, holding up Hei Ming's ID card, said again, "Delivering a package for our lord."

"Okay."

Liang Zishu picked up the scanner and was about to get to work, but Yang Fan stopped him.

She looked at her with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was going on.

At this moment, the throng of ghosts blocked behind the palanquin suddenly began to stir.

"No, how do I get out of here!"

"I can't get out either, this wall is so hard!"

"Why can't I get out!"

Those who didn't want to come for the package, but just wanted to use it as an excuse to steal vegetables and fruits from the village, suddenly found that they couldn't leave the yard.

It used to be possible to go out.

Even the delivery ghost tried it and found they couldn't get out.

Even they couldn't retreat back to the underworld, they could only watch as ghosts continued to emerge from the gates of hell, but they themselves were unable to return.

What on earth is going on!

Soon, there were more and more ghosts in the yard, filling it to the brim.

Ke Yangfan couldn't see what was outside. Her vision was completely blocked by the sedan chair of Hei Ming.

"Please put your sedan away for a moment," Yang Fan said, "You're blocking my view."

"If I said no" Heme laughed, a dark and wicked grin twisting his lips.

Eight little ghosts who had always kept a stoic expression slowly began to contort their faces into something terrifying.

Liang Zishu and Jian Buhuan subconsciously hid behind Yang Fan.

Hei Ming has been dead for three hundred years, and it is said that he once tore apart high-ranking ghost officials with his bare hands.

When big shots fight, they'd better stay out of the way, or they'll be caught in the crossfire.

Yang Fan raised his hand and drew a heavenly thunder talisman in the air. He said calmly, "Then I'll strike you, your sedan chair, and your little ghosts into ashes."

But even a three-hundred-year-old ghost, she could easily reduce him to ashes.

Black Ming:

If you'd said you were this capable earlier, I wouldn't be acting so tough right now. Look at the mess we've gotten into.

After a brief silence of less than two seconds, Hei Ming gracefully got out of the palanquin. With a wave of his hand, he put it away. He then stood with his eight little ghosts who listened attentively and quietly by his side.

The movements flowed like water, swift and graceful as if practiced countless times.

Liang Zi Shu: “……”

Jian Xiang Di: “……”

Two ghosts stared at Hei Ming, who was standing obediently on the side, with expressions of disbelief.

Isn't it said that Hei Ming is a grumpy ghost who tears ghosts apart at the slightest disagreement

Why is it so quick to give up, without even struggling at all

Black Ming: Although his level is a ghost, he's also a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, right

Now Yang Fan could finally see the outside scene. There were about dozens of ghosts in the yard. That was enough! They could plant all the vegetables that grandpa and grandma had planted in the field, and even cultivate two patches of land around her house to grow more vegetables.

Yang Fan cleared his throat and said to the ghosts in the yard, "If you want to go back or get your delivery, you have to listen to me."

Although the ghost was very unwilling and wanted to question them on what right they had to tell her what to do, seeing even Heimin standing obediently beside them made them even more afraid to speak.

Yang Fan continued, "Because you stole the vegetables that the villagers planted, they didn't have any vegetables to eat. You also stole the fruits that my uncle planted, causing our family to lose money every year."

"Now, you need to work to pay back your debt."

Why are they working to pay off their debts

Finally, a ghost gathered the courage to speak up, “These things aren’t just for us few to eat.”

They aren't evil spirits, nor have they ever done anything wrong, so naturally, their words carry more confidence.

"Yeah, yeah, so many ghosts are eating, why should we work!"

If every single delivery person who comes to this village has stolen fruit and vegetables, why should we let them do the work

"Protest! You have no right to demand that we farm!"

"We're not working! Hurry up and give us the delivery, and let us go back!"

Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu secretly glanced at Yang Fan, too afraid to speak.

Except for those two, all the ghosts who came out today were unseen by her brutality.

Heimin coughed lightly, stepped forward, and spoke, “Stationmaster, perhaps we should talk this through properly.”

Although eating forbidden things is wrong, there are no explicit rules in the underworld stating we cannot eat them.

Besides, if it weren't for the post station...

"Shut up!" Yang Fan glared at him coldly.

"No..." Hei Ming showed a slightly wronged expression, "Director, I'm trying to reason with you."

Seriously

Isn't she staying up late here lecturing them

Yang Fan let out a cold snort, raising his hand to draw a heavenly thunder talisman in mid-air. Lightning flashed and thunder roared within the talisman paper.

The "crackling" sound tickled Heiming's nerves, and he immediately changed his tune.

But speaking of which, since we've eaten other people's food, we have a duty to work for them!

Heiming firmly said, "Stationmaster, we should get to work immediately! We can't waste any more time!"

Liang Zi Shu and Jian Xiang Di, the two ghosts, gave him a thumbs up.

Other Ghosts: "Right! Let's get to work!"

Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction. She liked that it was so efficient.disk and asked him, "Do you have money"Xiao Jing: "I don't have money right now, I'll have it when my sister cooks for me.""Can you help me send it"Now his family knows he is dead and will burn paper...