Chapter Six: Forced Binding, Huangquan Station
alismans, and all the fruits on the tree grew back and ripened.The fruits, imbued with spiritual energy, look especially alluring.Yang Fan went to the opposite side of the land again and followed the...Yang Fan ate two bowls of noodles at Grandma Xu's house. Under the sympathetic gazes of the elderly couple, she left their home with the keys to her own place.
Back in his own courtyard, Yang Fan picked a loquat from the loquat tree. The loquat looked perfectly normal on the tree, but after he picked it, it turned purple with black qi.
No wonder she didn't feel anything amiss with the loquat tree or the crops in the field just now. With such a powerful illusion, this ghost is clearly no ordinary one.
Yang Fan's wrist turned, and the loquat in his hand burned without fire, turning to ash in the blink of an eye.
With a swift movement, the fingers drew a golden amulet in the air. With a gentle wave of his right hand, the amulet struck the loquat tree.
All the loquats that had been eaten by ghosts were burned to ashes, and in the end, there were less than one-tenth of the loquats left on the tree.
Looking at the pitiful few loquats hanging on the tree, Yang Fan let out a deathly smile. It seemed like he would have to chat with those ghosts more tonight.
She carried her suitcase and opened the front door of the two-story house. As soon as she stepped in, she was in the living room. To her right was the kitchen, and further in was a hallway leading to the stairs to the second floor and the bathroom.
On the left side wall of the living room, there is a door leading to the adjacent storeroom.
After Yang Xiwen's death, the villagers tidied up all the belongings in the house and arranged them neatly. All the furniture and appliances were covered with white cloth.
But for a long time, no one lived there, and white cloth and the floor were covered in dust.
A cleaning charm swept through the house, making it sparkling clean. All white cloths folded themselves neatly and stacked together by the side.
Although it has been unoccupied for a long time, the furniture and appliances are all still usable.
After going through every room on the first floor, Yang Fan opened the door leading from the living room to the storage room. The moment she stepped inside, she felt a strong surge of spiritual energy in the room.
It seems the reason this house is filled with spiritual energy is because of this. She drew a symbol in front of her eyes with her finger, then opened her eyes, and the scene instantly changed.
Pure white interwoven with golden sparks of energy floated in the air. Yang Fan's eyes were filled with astonishment, those golden lights were actually merits!
This place not only has spiritual energy, but also merit!
To know one can easily find Qi, but it's hard to acquire merit. She previously meticulously exorcised ghosts and evils, earning only a fist-sized amount of merit.
There are so many merits here out of thin air, what's the difference between this and finding a pie falling from the sky!
Yang Fan's technique was turning, aiming to absorb the merit floating in the air. As the technique circulated, spiritual energy from all directions converged towards her body.
As Qi entered her body, Yang Fan instantly felt much lighter. However, she watched in disbelief as the golden light within the Qi floated around her body but refused to enter her.
She cannot absorb these merits.
It's strange, she can't absorb the merit here.
She reached out to touch the golden light within the spiritual energy, but grasped only empty air.
These merits originally belong to someone!
Yang Fan instantly understood. These merits likely belonged to the original occupant of this house, Yang Xiwen. But since he had died, why didn't these merits go with him Instead, they remained in this room
She couldn't figure it out.
As the last rays of light caught his eye, Yang Fan noticed a computer on the table by the door. He walked past the empty shelves toward it.
Besides a computer, there was also a scanner gun, a black pen and an old landline phone, as well as a gaming chair.
Stepping closer, as if drawn by some unseen force, Yang Fan mechanically pulled open the drawer beneath his computer and took out what lay inside. It was something akin to an acrylic nameplate.
At the very top, it was written "Huangquan Station" in characters.
"Huangquan Station... so this is what the station's name really is" Yang Fan looked at the words above with a strange expression. The aura above seemed a little too familiar, wouldn't it be the Huangquan she had in mind
'Hiss…' A sudden sharp pain shot through her finger, she watched as the nameplate absorbed the blood flowing from her thumb. Immediately after, other words appeared on the blank nameplate.
Huangquan Station Rules:
First: The courier only accepts, not sends.
Second: Working hours from 11:00 PM to 4:00 AM.
Third: Besides delivering packages, please avoid any other communication with customers.
Fourth: Please call 666888 for complaints.
Note: Phones are only reachable during business hours.
Fifth: The station pays its workers on the first of every month.
Meanwhile, the computer automatically opened, displaying a message: "Congratulations to Ms. Yang Fan for becoming the ninth stationmaster of Huangquan Station." After the text was a string of fireworks and cakes like those on WeChat, but they weren't even animated.
...such a perfunctory job offer.
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and— he even dared to force her into the job without her consent.
That's great!!
"Yang Fan!" someone suddenly called out to her.
Yang Fan first put the sign back on the table and waited to deal with it later that night. She walked out of the storeroom and back into the living room, where she saw Grandma Xu and another aunt.
She recalled, remembering that the other party was Zhang's aunt who lived downstairs in her house.
Both of them were holding something in their hands.
Grandma Xu looked at the clean and tidy house in surprise, "Yang Fan, you finished cleaning the whole house so quickly!"
Yang Fan nodded and said, "Well, I just tidied it up casually."
Grandma Xu gave her a approving look, she was really diligent.
Zhang Shen looked Yang Fan up and down and asked, "Yang Fan, do you remember me"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Zhang Shn, of course I still remember you."
Zhang Shen: “Just remember that. I thought you'd forgotten about your family after being outside for so long, forgetting that you still have a home here.”
Grandma Xu elbowed her, "The child has just come back, you should speak nicely."
Grandma Xu turned her head and said to Yang Fan, "Yang Fan, don't listen to your Aunt Zhang, she just can't stop talking bad about people."
Yang Fan: "I know, Grandma Xu."
"Zhang Shn is just concerned about me."
Auntie Chang has a sharp tongue but a kind heart, she knows that.
Aunt Zhang let out a proud hum, her eyes holding a hint of delight.
"Grandma Xu and Yang Fan said, 'I was thinking that since you just came back, there's probably nothing at home, so I brought you some things.'"
Grandma Xu was holding tissues, towels, a new toothbrush and toothpaste, even a washbasin – all sorts of necessities.
Aunt Chang also brought some fruits, snacks, and even instant noodles.
She shoved everything in her hands into Yang Fan's, "My daughter sent me some food recently, there's too much for me to finish, eat these."
Thank you, Grandma Xu, thank you, Aunt Zhang.
Yang Fan didn't refuse the two people's kindness. These things were also what she needed, and it would save her the trouble of buying them herself.
But she didn't take it for free. She fished out one hundred yuan from her pocket, which was all the cash she had left from this trip. Besides, she still had 200 yuan on her phone's WeChat, which was everything she had.
The most important thing for her when she comes back is to go out and make money!g look, ignored his words, and turned to go back into the house to continue making breakfast.It's really something, this old geezer keeps thinking about all sorts of things day in and day out. What ki...