Chapter Forty-Four: Trying to Steal a Bite and Getting Scald

former colleague who she still had a good relationship with to have her wounds bandaged. Then, she was sent back home to rest.The previous second, she was still marveling at the advanced medical leve...Over there, Yan Bin and a few others were still digesting the fact that they had seen a ghost, and their good friend was dead and now a ghost.

Here, those ghosts were too scared to look Yang Fan in the eye. They trembled and nervously handed their identification documents to Yang Fan, stammering, "T-t-that Stationmaster, we c-c-came...to...pick up a...a delivery."

"Have you heard the rules for picking up packages here" Yang Fan leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly.

A few ghosts exchanged glances, each pair of eyes conveying a sense of resignation. Of course, they had heard the rumors – this new stationmaster was cruel and unreasonable. Any ghost who came to deliver packages had to work for her or risk being killed.

Although some ghosts were unhappy, they all nodded obediently and said, "Understood," for the sake of receiving the package and their own lives.

Just know that, and spare her from drawing talismans to threaten.

"Then go," Yang Fan pointed to the mountain opposite, "You guys go to that mountain and clear all the weeds out of the orchard for me. Bring all the pulled weeds over and put them in the yard behind."

Several ghosts reluctantly replied, "Okay."

One of the ghosts rolled its eyes and thought to itself, "She told them to get to work. This is just an opportunity for them to steal the spirit fruits!"

Those ghosts don't want to work so they don't come out casually anymore. All these fruits on the mountain aren't just for them to eat!

A look of excitement flashed across the ghost's face, but it vanished just as quickly.

Several ghosts went to the mountain opposite her as she instructed to weed it. Yang Fan looked up at their direction of departure, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Over there on the mountain, Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu, two ghosts, were also there. When they saw them arrive, both ghosts were delighted.

"Finally, some help!" Liang Zishu counted. "One, two, three... a total of six. Not bad at all."

Jian Xiangdi told them, "Hurry up and get to work. If we clear all the grass on this mountain today, we can go back."

One middle-aged male ghost grumbled, "When will all this grass be pulled"

"It's almost done, just those noodles left." Liang Zishu pointed to the ground above. "The ones up there we finished yesterday, today we just need to finish these below."

“Maybe some ghosts will come to help later.”

Although unwilling, they joined the weeding campaign. A young male ghost mocked Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu.

"You're quite obedient, aren't you You do whatever I tell you."

"To be a cowardly person in life, even as a ghost, one would still be treated like a dog."

He tried to provoke Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu's dissatisfaction.

They two ghosts didn't care at all about his words, pretending they hadn't heard a thing, and continued doing their own work.

Come on, this job isn't just about being able to roam the mortal realm every day. Sure, it's work, but they get to eat the boss's spirit fruit!

Besides those powerful old ghosts, who else in the underworld has a life as good as theirs They should just enjoy themselves.

That ghost talked for a long time, but seeing that the two of them remained unmoved and didn't even show any change in expression, it got angry and ran down to the ground below, pulling up grass to vent its rage.

Several other ghosts quietly followed Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zigui as they worked. The middle-aged male ghost, however, snuck off to another area. Seeing the lychees on the tree, infused with spiritual energy, a greedy look spread across his face.

These fruits all belong to him!

He reached for the fruit with excitement, plucked one, and stuffed it into his mouth eagerly. Then— "Ah!"

Screams of agony echoed across the land. A moment later, another wave of mournful cries erupted from the ground beneath Jianzi Shu and his companions.

The few ghosts who were working alongside Jian Xiangdi immediately stood up and craned their necks to see what had happened.

"What's wrong with them" one middle-aged female ghost asked Liang Zishu.

I hope there aren't any traps here!

For this kind of situation, Liang Zishu was already used to it. She pointed at the fruits on the tree and said: "They must have stolen the stationmaster's fruit."

Jian Xiang Di: "If you eat the fruit with the talisman on it, you will be hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed on the fruit trees, revealing the runes etched upon them.

Several honest-working ghosts: …Luckily, they didn't go to steal fruit to eat oh.

Having a thought to sneakily steal some fruit while Jian Xiangdi and the others weren't looking, Ghost immediately dismissed this daring and risky idea from his mind.

The wails of those two ghosts continued, indicating they had suffered severe injuries.

Don't steal food! Your life is precious!

This kind of thing Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu saw every day. Those ghosts who were forced to work by Yang Fan, unhappy with their situation, would steal fruit and get hurt by the talismans on them.

The two ghosts below were both covering their mouths, writhing and wailing on the ground in pain. They had vomited all the fruit they had just eaten to the side.

A white figure flashed from the darkness, and the two fruits that had fallen to the ground instantly vanished.

A white figure dashed through the woods at high speed, finally running into a cave.

The little white tiger spat two lychees onto the ground, and inhaled deeply from the fruit's essence in a drunken stupor. Then, with a loud roar, he swallowed both lychees whole.

Hehehe~ Someone picks fruit for it to eat every night, how nice.

After the two ghosts who were injured by the fruit had recovered, they went to reason with Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu, questioning why they hadn't told them about this.

They're going to report them!

Liang Zi Shu shrugged nonchalantly, "Go ahead then. Go now if you want to."

"It's quicker for you to file a complaint, or is it quicker for our stationmaster to kill you"

What are you laughing at Do you want to complain about them again, or are you trying to die again

Jian Xiangdi leisurely added from the sidelines, "The ghost from last night also said it was going to file a complaint, but our station master killed it on the spot."

Actually, he just wanted to scare them.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it now."

Try and you die.

Who dares to risk their life and test it The two ghosts have no other choice but to bear the scorching heat, leaving them with only a gaping hole where their mouths used to be.

If they were ghosts and got hurt, it wouldn't be so easy for them to recover.

If your body is injured, you either go back to the underworld to find a plastic surgery hospital and spend a lot of money to quickly repair it.

Either rely on oneself to cultivate and improve one's cultivation base, or repair oneself.

You can either cultivate and improve your cultivation level yourself, or rely on eating spirit fruits, or working hard in the underworld to increase your cultivation.

No matter which choice they made, it was difficult for them, and both of them regretted it deeply.

If they had known this woman was so formidable, they should not have stolen the fruit. Now, they are stuck with a huge hole to fill and will be living in the underworld for a very long time.

The young male ghost was so regretful he could cry. He had finally managed to ask out his goddess, and they were supposed to go on a date tomorrow! But now his mouth was like this... The goddess would definitely find him ugly and reject him!

Oh no...

Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu exchanged glances, their eyes filled with schadenfreude.

They rely on these spirits to provide them with entertainment during their tedious workday every night. that Yang Fan hadn't arrived, some of them started to have ulterior motives.To work and repay debts, bah! They're all ghosts now, how could they still obediently listen to peopleA middle-aged man who...