Chapter 408 Is the story I told exciting?
After Yang Fan and the others left, Taoist Xuanyue was the only one left in the room for a moment. He sat there, staring blankly at the empty refrigerator, and he seemed to have aged many years.
I don’t know how long time passed, but there were several more figures in the room. They stood in two rows, looking at Taoist Xuanyue with sympathy, and lowered their heads in unison, feeling sorry for his tragic experience. Expressing silence.
Poor dick.
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Yang Fan did not go back to Xuzhou directly, but walked all the way down the Sanqing Palace. There were no lights on the road, the forest was dark and the moon was mottled. The little white tiger followed her step by step, and there was another footsteps behind her.
Qi Ming followed behind, his eyes slightly worried.
On the way, Yang Fan suddenly asked, "Eldest nephew, when did you go up the mountain?"
Qi Ming was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "I went up the mountain when I was five years old. "
"Why did you go up the mountain?" Yang Fan asked.
Qi Ming pursed his lips and said half-truthfully, "Because of famine, there is nowhere to go."
Yang Fan thought to himself, "When he was five years old, he went up the mountain, when he was six years old, he entered the Taoism, and when he was twelve years old, he relied on one move to talisman He became famous after slaying several ghost generals and peak-level evil spirits in one battle, and killed the ghost king with one sword at the age of sixteen..."
Everything around him suddenly became quiet, and only the faint voice of Yang Fan could be heard.
These are all things in his memory, but for some reason, Qi Ming had a strange feeling when he said them through Yang Fan's mouth, feeling that these things were other people's stories.
He felt embarrassed that he was like a thief stealing the glory and greatness of others.
"... At the age of twenty-five, he sacrificed himself to create the Abyss of Netherworld to trap the evil spirits and pacify the realms of Yin and Yang."
Qi Ming stopped abruptly and looked at Yang Fan's back in disbelief. This last thing happened to her How did you know?
Some of his previous deeds can be recorded in Taoist Records, but in the end few people know about it, and she is not among those who know about it.
At this time, he heard Yang Fan say: "My calculation is correct, my eldest nephew."
"You can tell my fate!" Qi Ming came back to his senses and hurriedly followed He walked up to Yang Fan and asked in a somewhat anxious tone, "How did you calculate that?"
Yang Fan didn't stop, glanced at him sideways, and said in a complacent tone, "Guess."
Qi Ming stared at her, trying to see something from her face, but her forehead was still blank It was blurry and chaotic, and he still couldn't see through her.
"Then when did you go up the mountain?" Qi Ming asked her.
His master said that she was his junior uncle, but he did not remember her as his junior uncle.
Could it be that he went up the mountain after he died? He fell asleep for a long time before he became conscious after his death. Could it be this period of time?
"Me," Yang Fan stopped, thought for a moment, and replied, "I seem to have gone up the mountain when I was twelve years old."
"It seems?" Qi Ming: "You don't even know when you went up the mountain." I don’t know.”
“It’s been too long.”
“Then do you remember why you went up the mountain?”
“For me? ”
Yang Fan continued to walk forward, as if he was narrating someone else's story, "My brother was a general. At that time, the balance between Yin and Yang was imbalanced, and demons and ghosts were rampant. He fought countless enemies possessed by evil spirits. He was injured.”
“So I want to learn how to protect him.”
“No, when I died, wasn’t it already...”
Qi Ming’s head felt stinging. , some memory fragments rushed into his mind crazily, and there was a stabbing pain in his head, forcing him to stop, and the bag he was holding fell to the ground.
Yang Fan turned around, holding the lightning strike wood in his hand. Before she could make a move, Qi Ming's figure disappeared from the spot.
The little white tiger looked at the place where Qi Ming disappeared with a confused expression, and then turned to look at Yang Fan. Its animal instinct made it feel that something was wrong, so it quickly climbed onto Yang Fan and held her tightly in her arms. Yang Fan held it with one hand and faced the place where Qi Ming disappeared. His face was buried in the shadows and he couldn't see clearly what she was thinking.
It took a long time before she spoke, in a low voice, "Old Hei, is the story I told wonderful?"
The little white tiger raised his head, his big eyes filled with emotion. Feeling slightly confused, he hesitated for two seconds and nodded.
Yang Fan raised his head, looked towards the Sanqing Palace, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a brisk tone, "I feel the same way."
She stepped forward to pick up the bag that Qi Ming had left, raised her hand to tear apart the space, and a few seconds later she appeared in Xuzhou Paradise.
The lights are still bright in the paradise, and Xiao Lin and the others are still playing.
Yang Fan found a place to sit down, eating with the little white tiger and watching them play.
As she ate, her expression became more disgusting, “These things are too sweet.”
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On the other side, Qi Ming was urgently recalled to the Complaint Processing Center. The moment he returned here, all the memory fragments in his mind disappeared, and the strangeness in his body also disappeared in an instant.
Yin Chai will only be forcibly recalled to work by his boss during working hours, so the person who recalled him was the direct leader of the Complaint Center - King of Hell Junlin.
"Boss, why are you looking for me so urgently?"
King of Hell Junlin is a handsome man in his twenties, with green hair reflecting his unruly soul. He has a middle-class personality, so he likes to be called boss by his subordinates.
"What time is it now?" Jun Lin asked him.
What time is it now? Qi Ming looked up at the clock on the wall, which showed that it was past eleven o'clock.
"Qi Ming, do you still remember about going to work at eleven o'clock?"
Qi Ming: "...remember."
That's it, I was caught by the leader for being late. .
"Then you go back and write a 10,000-word review for me, handwritten, and I want to see it before you get off work."
Qi Ming looked at him in disbelief and wrote a 10,000-word review? Boss, are you serious?
"What's that look in your face?" Jun Lin clasped his hands in front of him to support his chin, with a straight face and full aura, "Are you questioning me?"
Qi Ming shook his head, "I'm not questioning your decision, I'm curious."
"What are you curious about?"
"Is the Complaint Center going to be finished?"
A company will only be crazy about attendance when it goes downhill.
"..." Jun Lin's hand slipped and his face almost fell on the table.
"So why are you so anxious to come back to me?" Qi Ming looked at Jun Lin as helplessly as a naughty child.
"...You are really boring."
Jun Lin straightened his clothes and became normal for a second, "I'm not joking with you anymore, the Law Enforcement Center has something to do with the Netherworld Abyss. We are short of manpower and need to second you to help for a period of time. During this time, you will transfer the work of Huangquan Station to 5237.”
Qi Ming was a little surprised, "Second me to the law enforcement center?"
Jun Lin nodded, "It's a serious matter that an evil ghost escaped from the Netherworld Abyss. You know, you are the most suitable candidate."
Qi Ming did not refute this statement. He was indeed the most suitable person to stay there.
It’s just that in the future, complaints about Huangquan Station will be handled by other undercover agents. Qi Ming felt a little uncomfortable thinking about it, but he still did not refuse Junlin’s proposal and agreed to the transfer.