Chapter 327 Cream Cake
Seeing that she had also come to copy the Heart-Cleaning Spell, Tang Yuanyuan laughed unceremoniously. As soon as he laughed, Yang Fan's voice came in clearly.
"By the way, Tang Yuanyuan, you are not paying attention when meditating, so add two hundred times of Qingxin Mantra."
Tang Yuanyuan: "..."
The smile will not disappear, it just Transferred to another person's face.
Qiao Cian smiled, opening and closing his mouth without making any sound, but Tang Yuanyuan understood those two words, he deserved it~
Tang Yuanyuan:...
Yang Fan looked at the two ghosts in the inn. One person, two ghosts and one person's body tightened unconsciously when she looked at them.
She said: "Why don't you all copy it a few times."
The two ghosts were silent. Yan Qing said nothing, turned around and went to the next room to get a pen and paper. , he was also liked by his colleagues, so he brought three pens and paper.
Place the pen and paper on the table, sit down and start writing the Heart-Cleaning Mantra silently.
Liang Zishu and Jian Xiangdi look at me and I look at you. What is the Qingxin Mantra? They don’t know it either.
Under Yang Fan's pressure, the two ghosts did not dare to say anything. They went outside to bring stools, sat on the left and right next to Yan Qing, and followed him.
Yang Fan also carried the little white tiger to Tang Yuanyuan and asked him to read to it while writing.
Little White Tiger:? ? Does it also learn this thing? ?
The little white tiger was not happy, but Yang Fan forced him to listen, "Listen more, it will be good for you. For a white tiger to be so cowardly, you really disgrace your white tiger family."
Hearing this, the little white tiger howled at Yang Fan unconvinced, "Ouch~" It is very courageous!
“Still not convinced,” Yang Fan patted it on the head gently, “It was so scared just now that I don’t even want to say anything about you.”
“Listen well. !”
Little White Tiger covered his head and sat beside Tang Yuanyuan in aggrieved manner, obediently listening to him reciting the Heart Clearing Mantra.
Zhu Yaqi quickly finished the fruits that Yan Qing gave her. After eating the fruits, the traces of green and red on her face disappeared. The wound on her forehead no longer oozed blood, and she returned to her original clean and beautiful appearance. He looked very handsome, the red plaid shirt on his body was extremely bright, and his transparent soul became more solid.
“Thank you!” Zhu Yaqi thanked Yang Fan excitedly.
Yang Fan hummed lightly, "Can you tell me the address now?"
Zhu Yaqi nodded heavily and calmly finished the unfinished address, but when it came to contacts and contacts way, she stopped again.
"Sorry, Master, I don't have a landline at home. I only remember the number of the phone booth near my home."
Landline, phone booth? When did this ghost die?
Liang Zishu, who was copying the Qingxin Mantra, heard this sentence and raised his head curiously to look at Zhu Yaqi. Looking at the red plaid shirt with a sense of age, he felt clear in his heart, this ghost must be Been dead for some time.
Zhu Yaqi asked nervously: "Can I send the cake to her if there is only one address?"
Yang Fan: "As long as she has her birth date."
"Birth date and birth date. I remember that my daughter was born on the first day of the eighth lunar month in 1986, and her birthday was a few days away.”
"She especially likes cream cakes. Please help me send the cake to her."
"I promised her before that I would give her a big cake on her twelfth birthday. ”
She was born in 1986 and is already thirty-eight years old this year. She is still thinking about the birthday cake for her 12th birthday. This eldest sister has the same memory confusion as Qian Cang?
Liang Zishu couldn't help but take another curious look. "Meditation."
Suddenly, Yan Qing's voice sounded nearby. The voice was very soft, but it was too sudden. It frightened the unprepared Liang Zishu. He exerted force with his hand, and there was a stabbing sound, and the paper was scratched by the tip of the pen.
The sound of paper being scratched was particularly prominent in the quiet environment. Not only Jian Xiangdi looked over curiously, but also Zhu Yaqi and Yang Fan looked over.
Liang Zishu: ...
She laughed twice awkwardly, changed another piece of paper, and continued to write hard.
The corners of Yan Qing's mouth rose in an undetectable arc.
Zhu Yaqi's memory is not confused now. At least after eating the fruit, she knows that it is 2024 and that she has been dead for almost 27 years.
According to calculations, her daughter should be thirty-eight years old this year, but she still wants to make up for the birthday cake that is twenty-seven years late.
"My express delivery is the cake I bought for her," Zhu Yaqi handed the ID card to Yang Fan, "The shelf life of this cake is half a month. Please give it to her on her birthday. . ”
It was past twelve o’clock in the morning, and it was already the 26th day of the seventh lunar month, and her daughter’s birthday was still five days away.
No one has burned anything for her in so many years, so Zhu Yaqi has to rely on herself to earn money by working in the underworld.
Because of her low ghost power and some special reasons, she can only do the least and most tiring work for ordinary ghosts. Even during the Ghost Festival every year, when everyone comes out to the earth to see their relatives, she is also working to earn money.
Other capable ghosts might come out to grab money from other ghosts, but she couldn't. She was afraid that she would not be able to grab money from other ghosts, and she was also afraid that she would be eaten by other ghosts.
And if you work in those three days, you will earn more ghost coins than before.
So every few years, at this time, I will spend all the money I earned in the underworld to buy a cake on the underworld website, and I want to give this cake away, but I have never succeeded.
Not only that, every time she takes the express delivery back, it will be snatched away and eaten by other evil spirits.
The cycle continues.
It just so happened that she had saved enough money again this year, and she also happened to hear that Huangquan Express was coming and the new webmaster could help ghosts send express delivery.
Zhu Yaqi thought again that the cake she bought was from the underworld. It would be bad if her child could not eat it, or if eating food from the underworld would have an impact on the body, her hand holding the card shrunk. Went back.
"Sorry, I may need to trouble you a little more. I bought this cake in the underworld, so it may not be convenient for my child to eat. Could you please help me buy a cream cake for her?"
Yang Fan: "Don't worry, it's not time yet, you go to work first."
Yang Fan took Zhu Yaqi to the B&B next door and asked Old Man Liu to take her to work, mainly responsible for cleaning.
At four o'clock in the morning, Huangquan Inn had just closed. Qiao Ci'an, who had finished writing the Qingxin Mantra a hundred times, set up his tent and prepared to sleep.
In a blink of an eye, I saw Xiao Xiao who was still in trance next to her. She watched the spiritual energy around her continue to pour into her body. Her eyes were full of admiration. She is talented and hardworking. This little junior sister is so amazing. Got it!
She can’t lose either!
Qiao Cian closed the tent, turned back to sit next to Xiao Xiao, and continued to meditate.
In the room, Tang Yuanyuan was still writing furiously. He held the sleepy little white tiger in his left hand, took the water glass in his right hand and took a sip to moisten his throat.
"My heart is as clear as ice, I am not shocked when the sky falls, I am still stable in all changes, my mind is calm...Old Hei, don't sleep!"
Tang Yuanyuan closed the little white tiger manually. Opening his eyes, "Old Hei, hold on! There are only the last twenty times before it's done!"
The little white tiger looked at him with dull eyes, and whimpered pitifully a few times, woo woo... …it wants to sleep.