Chapter Sixty-Four: Despicable!

h Yan Bin. Their car led the way.They drove smoothly all the way from the highway to the city center. Just as they were about to enter Jinghua Road, which had a traffic light ahead.Yang Fan reminded t...Jian Xiang pointed at several ghosts trembling by the side. The Heavenly Thunder talisman formation still hung in the air above their heads, with crackling thunder echoing through the sky.

Two figures in the yard, coming and going, fighting fiercely.

"Dare to make her work for nothing! She's going to kill this unfilial grandson!"

Yang Fan held a stick and danced faster and faster, swinging it toward 0412's body again and again. However, every attack was blocked by the other person, as if they were familiar with her fighting style. Every time she attacked, he could block it.

I was a bit surprised. This person is from Sanqing Palace, and they are very familiar with her fighting style. So, which disciple of Sanqing Palace is she

Yang Fan was also quite impressive. Which damn disciple taught him this Did he specialize in studying her moves or something Every time she attacked, he managed to block it!

The young girl's eyes were crystal clear and wild. Looking at those eyes that seemed a little familiar, 0412 was momentarily lost in thought.

In just this fleeting moment, the outcome of the fight was decided.

Yang Fan seized the opportune moment, acting like a monkey stealing peaches, launching a surprise attack on his opponent's groin.

0412: Shameless!!!

Even as a ghost, that spot is the most vulnerable place for a man. When attacked there, 0412 let out a thump and fell to one knee, his handsome face flushed red with pain.

"You—despicable!"

"Hey, you dare to curse me!" Yang Fan smoothed down his sleeve, "Today I must teach you a lesson, you unfilial descendant! You don't even recognize your ancestors!"

She didn't have any noble morals that prevented her from hurting others when they were vulnerable. She always believed in the adage, "strike while the iron is hot."

Swinging the stick in his hand, he lashed out at 0412.

I didn't expect him to be so disadvantaged, she would still resort to violence.

That's too unchivalrous!

There was no way, he could only counter by clamping his legs, but the effect was minimal. Yang Fan's stick repeatedly struck his body, each blow hitting flesh and causing excruciating pain!

He was beaten back step by step.

This confrontation between masters suddenly turned into...

Liang Zishu's face twisted in distress, "Don't you guys find it... like how Mom scolds her son..."

Jian Xiangdi: "Well, my mom used to hit me like that."

Several other ghosts nodded in agreement, yes, they had also been beaten by their mother when they caused trouble in the past.

Listening to the sound of the stick hitting flesh, and the man's gasping breaths.

Several faces wore expressions of sympathy.

Jian Xiangdi and Liang Zishu watched Yang Fan, who was wielding a stick and looking fierce, their hearts pounding with excitement.

Their chief is really awesome! They even dare to draw high-ranking ghosts!

From now on, who else dares to say that their webmaster sending express delivery is against the rules.

Jian Xiangdi suddenly thought of something. He told Liang Zishu, "I'm going back to the underworld first."

After finishing his words, he turned and ran toward the gate of the underworld.

When Liang Zishu reacted, he only saw his retreating figure, a teammate had left.

She called out to the other ghosts to hurry up and get to work.

"Let's get out of here, that ghost might find out we saw him getting beaten and take it out on us."

Makes sense, makes sense. If we incur their wrath, it wouldn't be good. They can't beat the underworld officers anyway.

Later.

Liang Zishu led those ghosts up the mountain and went to work as Yang Fan instructed.

Seeing the stick swing towards his face, 0412 hastily cried out, “Stop! Let’s talk this over!”

The fierce wind from the stick whipped up his hair on his forehead, the stick being just one centimeter away from his face.

He stared at the stick for a long time, then lifted his head and met Yang Fan's cold gaze. The two locked eyes.

"I'm powerless to back down. How about we put aside the punishment and talk this over"

He's just a worker too, why would a worker make it hard for another worker

With a wave of his hand, he dispelled the heavenly thunder formation he had drawn.

Yang Fan stared at it for a few seconds before also removing the Tian Lei Fu array she had drawn.

The whole yard fell silent.

Yang Fan flipped his wrist, nimbly turning the stick in his hand. “Alright, how do you want to talk First, I’m stating that I don’t admit fault.”

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You don't even admit it, what a joke!

"Huangquan Express stipulates that it only receives and does not send packages." Let me know if you have any other translations!

"Rules are made by the dead, I'm alive."

0412: ..." This has escalated to personal attacks. "

He steadied his mind and tried to reason with her, "But as the stationmaster of Huangquan Station, you should abide by the station's rules."

Yang Fan was fearless. "Then fire me," he said.

"Then quickly move your post station out of my house. You've been using my space for a post station without paying any rent."

...

What are we even talking about

He was so angry that he couldn't speak and just rolled his eyes.

"Well, how are you going to talk about it" he shirked responsibility, tossing the question back to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Wasn't it you who wanted to talk to me I don't have anything to discuss, I did nothing wrong."

0412: ...

Well, well, well. We've come full circle again.

To avoid being driven crazy, 0412 decided to leave this problem for the superiors to handle.

He stood up from the ground and quickly recovered his original aloof demeanor.

I will apply to have the penalty from earlier revoked, but the fact that you violated the rules is undeniable. As for the specific consequences of the penalty, I will contact you later with an update.

"Please do not violate the rules again during this time while the results are being processed!"

Yang Fan lightly tossed out two words, "I — no—"

Then it's okay, if you have the guts, hit me.

Damn! This conversation is going nowhere.

He turned and left.

"Hey, don't go! You haven't told me your name yet. What generation of disciples are you from the Sanqing Palace"

Yang Fan was met with a cold back, 0412 had already vanished into the night.

"Oh, these young people are so fiery."

Yang Fan muttered and lowered her head, her expression suddenly becoming grave. Her grip loosened, and the stick fell to the ground.

Although it seems like she won this round, the demon will beg for mercy soon enough. She'll be in a losing position shortly after.

This is just an ordinary stick. It's able to hit that shadow because it has spiritual energy imbued on its surface. Now, most of its spiritual energy has been depleted.

Yang Fan was thinking, she had to rush to the mountain tomorrow to find a piece of peach wood to make a magic weapon, otherwise using an ordinary stick would consume too much of her spiritual energy.

Next time that jerk comes to help her talk, she might not be able to beat them.

Of course, it's not her own body that's weak. If it were during her peak period, she wouldn't have to fight for so long to take down that shadowy figure.

Yang Fan took a deep look out the door, then turned back into the warehouse. He sat down on a stool and frantically absorbed the spiritual energy inside to replenish his power.

Although she constantly complained about being forcibly bound to this Huangquan Station, she would arrive every evening on time, or even a little early.

The purpose is to bring the spirit of energy into the station.

She closed her eyes and meditated, a thick spiritual energy swirling around her. The little white tiger walked up to her side, sniffed the air, it felt the aura around her was more comfortable.

It's as warm as basking in the sun.

So it walked to the edge of the stool, lay down and closed its eyes to sleep, even letting out little snorts.

Yang Fan listened to the small snore, opened his eyes and looked down at the stool.

Seeing the little white tiger lying on the edge of the bench sound asleep, some of its spiritual energy was drilling into its body.

"You still got a bargain."

Yang Fan murmured, closing his eyes and continuing to meditate. so deserted anymore.She simply placed the plate on the ground and said, "Eat this, it's all yours."The little white tiger looked at Yang Fan in disbelief, "All of these are for me to eat!""I'll give...