Chapter 73: 73: Yin Yang Eye Song Yi

How to charge?
The man wearing the peaked cap glanced at Ning Huanxin: "Our express company is a transit point between the two worlds between Yangjian and Underworld. We deliver your express delivery free of charge, but you must give us five-star praise, girl, because What we earn is the credit points of the prefecture, and the prefecture conducts a professional assessment every year, which is fair, just and effective, which is much more efficient than ours."
we?
Ning Huanxin caught the words in the man's mouth: "You, are you also a human?"
"Yes."
The man suddenly raised his head, revealing a young face. He looked more than 20 years old, his face was pale and thin, his facial features were fairly correct, he belonged to the kind of appearance that would not be recognized even when he was thrown into a crowd.
It's just that this man has very special eyes.
Seeing these eyes, Ning Huanxin subconsciously thought of Yang A Nuan.
"your eyes……"
"My eyes can see ghosts." The man smiled at Ning Huanxin indifferently: "This is the Yin-Yang Eye, also called the Sky Eye. All human beings with this kind of eyes in the world, or they would be admitted to the Profound Sect to become a monk. Otherwise, just like me, I was absorbed by the various departments of the underworld stationed in the human world, and became a person who wandered between the yin and yang.
Having said this, the man suddenly blinked at Ning Huanxin: "Of course, I'm actually...just a courier, my name is Song Yi."
Song Yi, twenty-eight years old, a damned young man who had been unlucky for more than two decades, now works at Huangquan Express and is a glorious... courier brother.
When people die, is everything over?
In fact, death is never the end.
Hate continues, love continues, and longing continues.
And Huangquan Express can transmit the yearning of Yang Jian and the of the underworld to people (ghosts) in another world.
…………
Song Yi?
Ning Huanxin glanced at Song Yi and couldn't help but introduce herself: "My name is Ning Huanxin. By the way, Brother Song, can these things be packaged automatically as long as I scan them?"
"Ok?"
Song Yi was shocked when he heard Ning Huanxin’s words, because he did the automatic packing work on weekdays. Every courier has a mobile phone dedicated to the underworld in his hand, which can convert these things in Yangjian by scanning the code. Chengdifu things.
"your phone……"
At this time, Song Yi discovered that although Ning Huanxin's phone looked ordinary, Song Yi's eyes flashed and he still saw the unusual things in the phone.
"What's wrong with my phone?" Ning Huan couldn't help but asked.
And Song Yi just shook his head: "You scan, I'll send it right away."
"Ok."
Ning Huanxin took out his mobile phone with some excitement, found the sweep function in WeChat, and scanned a large number of gifts on the ground. As a result, the thing that was swept in really turned into a gift bag in an instant, and it was actually displayed. Ning Huanxin's cell phone.
At this time, Song Yi walked over and took out his mobile phone and tapped a few times, and Ning Huanxin's gift bag was in Song Yi's mobile phone.
"Where is the delivery address?"
Song Yi suddenly asked Ning Huanxin.
Shipping address?
Ning Huan thought for a while, she only knew the address of Heiwuchang.
"Wait for me!"
She immediately went to the group to ask everyone's opinions, then poked Heiwuchang privately, and listed how many things she bought and who was given to him, and then sent it to Heiwuchang.
In this way, Ning Huanxin only needs to mail everything to the office of Heiwuchang. After all, he works in the government of the underworld, and he has more or less power. It is much better than the average little ghost. When things arrive at him, it is said that he will receive more than entering the underworld. The software is much safer and faster.