470. Chapter 470 Hello, I want to complain


Chapter 470 Hello, I want to complain

On the other side, an unexpected guest came to Qi Feng's residence.

"It's not time for me to go to work yet, why did you come to see me?" Qi Feng looked at Qi Ming in surprise.

Qi Ming: "The traces of the Japanese have appeared."

Qi Feng's face suddenly turned serious, "What's going on?"

Qi Ming told Wen Chengzhou about how he absorbed resentment and turned into a ghost king, and also disguised his identity to turn ghosts into resentful ghosts.

Qi Feng's face became uglier as he listened. Wen Chengzhou was one of his subordinates who was treated as a trainee undercover before. The undercover he was pretending to be was also under his command. After many reviews and processing, something happened to his undercover. .

Seeing his expression change, Qi Ming said kindly, "Yang Fan did not complain about this incident, and there is a high probability that he will not come to you for compensation."

Qi Feng: "..."

"Your undercover agents have been having troubles one after another. I think these problems are not accidental."

It is normal for a ghost general to have many underworld problems, but his underlings are frequently related to the Netherworld Abyss, which may be a little abnormal.

Or maybe there was a pusher behind him who deliberately pushed him out, and that pusher might be hiding next to him.

"Improper management is my problem, but these few cases cannot explain anything," Qi Feng looked directly at Qi Ming, "The area I manage is in JX Province, not far from Huangquan Station."
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Besides, when there was resentment in Xuzhou before, that was not within his jurisdiction.

Qi Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are doubting Yang Fan."

Qi Feng said bluntly, "Until there is definite evidence, I do not doubt anyone, and please do not doubt me and my companions at will."

No matter what Lei Yan said or what Qi Feng said, there is no substantial evidence. Their speculations are mixed with personal emotions and thoughts, and they cannot be completely believed.

He only looks at facts.

Qi Ming looked at Qi Feng's resolute and upright face, and his eyes were in a trance. His face gradually overlapped with a vague face in his memory.

……

"Why did you kill them all? Aren't they all your comrades?"

"They are all possessed by ghosts and are no longer human."

"I said I could save them! Besides, these ghosts were victims before! What's wrong with them!"

"As ghosts who don't go to the underworld but still make trouble in the human world, they are wrong!"

"It's wrong for them to kill someone! I only look at the facts!"

"You only look at the facts. What about those innocent villagers? Why did you kill them? They didn't kill anyone either!"

"They are all possessed. Can't you feel the ghost spirit in that village?!"

"..."

The quarrel between the two men was squeezed into his mind along with countless painful wails. A sharp pain hit him. Qi Ming subconsciously closed his eyes, his expression was painful and his body was shaking.

"What's wrong with you?" Qi Feng asked aloud when he saw that he seemed to be in pain.

Qi Ming shook his head vigorously, and the fragments that appeared disappeared again, and he took a while to speak.

"I'm fine."

Qi Feng frowned, "Don't you think of your own memories?"

Qi Ming opened his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and said in a tired voice, "I have my own memory, don't you?"

There are two types of yin difference, one is like the yin difference that Xiao Jing passed, and this kind can resign at any time and enter reincarnation.

One is to bear sins and become a sinner. The memory of this kind of sin will be erased during life, and only one's name will be remembered, and he will never be reincarnated.

Qi Feng's face suddenly changed, feeling embarrassed that someone had exposed his thoughts, but he still admitted openly, "I have no memory."

Qi Ming looked at him in surprise. From his righteous face, it seemed hard to imagine that he was the kind of person who was guilty.

"Why do you suspect it is related to the Japs and not the Ghost Mother?" Qi Feng did not continue the conversation and brought the topic back to the right track.

Everyone knows that the Ghost Mother is no longer restricted by the Netherworld Abyss. Why are they sure that Wen Chengzhou is because of the Japs and not the Ghost Mother. "The aura of resentment on his body does not belong to the Ghost Mother." Qi Ming continued following his topic.

Qi Feng snorted, "I understand, I will check again for my subordinates' dirty work."

……

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Huangquan Inn opened the door, and Yang Fan picked up the landline phone on the table and made a call.

"Hello, I want to make a complaint."

Qi Ming on the side: ...misjudgment.

It’s not that I haven’t complained, it’s just that it’s not time to complain yet.

Qi Feng, who received the complaint: Didn’t he stop complaining? ? ?

……

From that night to now, Yang Fan vaguely felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, especially when she was talking to Yan Qing, other people's eyes always fell on her, with strange emotions mixed in their eyes.

After Yang Fan and Yan Qing finished talking, that strange look came again, and she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you always look at us like this?"

Yan Qing also noticed this and looked at them suspiciously, thinking, could these people have done something behind their backs?

It was about to be lunch time. Except for Ma Bingliang, who went to the school as a grandfather to help Xiao Xiao hold a parent-teacher meeting, and Tang Yuanyuan, who went to school, everyone else was there, including Han Musen.

Taoist priest Xuan Yue suddenly started to cough, "Um, Yang Fan..."

"Don't try to change the subject by pretending to cough," Yang Fan saw through his thoughts in a second, "You have to explain it to me today. Did you do something bad while we were away that night?"

Taoist priest Xuan Yue said with a guilty conscience, "No... no."

"It's fine if you don't. Just tell me, don't let us figure it out ourselves." Yang Fan looked at their faces and didn't notice anything bad was going to happen.

But these people, including the villagers and tourists, looked at her and Yan Qing strangely. The looks were just like the looks Xiao Lin, Liang Zishu and others gave when they were gossiping behind their backs.

"Xiao Lin, tell me."

Xiao Lin, who was cueed, hesitantly explained, "That...that is because of the relationship between Taoist Master Yan Qing and you. We...are curious."

Yang Fan glanced at Yan Qing, his eyes even more baffled, "What is the relationship between Yan Qing and I? You are so curious."

Han Musen said with a bad smile, "Of course it's the relationship between you two as an unmarried couple. Master Yang, when are you planning to hold the wedding to Taoist Yanqing?"

"Me and Yan Qing are having a wedding?" Yang Fan seemed to have heard a great joke and smiled.

Yanqing:! ! ! ? ? ?

His usually calm face was slightly cracked.

Suddenly, he felt a scorching gaze falling on him, danger!

"Since when did you two have this kind of relationship?" Qi Ming stared at Yan Qing expressionlessly.

Yan Qing:......

He also wanted to know the answer.

"Master Yang Fan and I have a pure friendship, without any emotions between men and women!" Yan Qing explained hurriedly.

"So you were the first to create this rumor." Yang Fan's cool eyes swept over everyone, and his fists clenched.

These people are so cowardly that they dare to create sexy news about her behind her back.

Others:…

Everyone cast their eyes honestly on Taoist Xuanyue, who explained in a panic, "It's not me! It's Xiaoma. Xiaoma has a problem with his brain. He misunderstood it himself, and I explained it!"


Yang Fan nodded, "Okay, when the pony comes back, I will beat him together, just in time to loosen your bones."

Taoist priest Xuan Yue: "!!!"

At noon, Ma Bingliang, who returned to the village with a bright face because his child was so outstanding, gave him a good beating.

In the afternoon, two old people who were about to be buried sat in the yard with panda eyes, blowing in the cold wind, looking as pitiable as possible.

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