Entering the suite on the top floor, Ning Huanxin gave the doorman two hundred yuan bills as a tip, and she found a place to put her luggage.

A dead end: I have arrived at the hotel smoothly.

Ning Huanxin took out her mobile phone while sitting on the big comfortable sofa and sent a message in the WeChat group.

After a few seconds, the group became lively again——

Injustice: Well, then...just fine. How is your sister-in-law?

It's a dead end: Well, it's good.

Ning Huanxin didn't know what to say.

People and ghosts have different paths, and no matter how strong the feelings are, they are no match for the distance between life and death.

Faceless Ghost: Huanxin, can you ask Huangquan Express to mail my mask over? Why don't I have the face to meet people in the sun? I will send you the address. Today is July 14th, until the 15th, Huangquan Express is open all day.

Furious: Oh, okay, I'll do it in a while.

It turns out that when it comes to Zhongyuan Festival, the express delivery of the underworld is not only on holiday, but also on standby 24 hours a day?

It is the conscience of the industry!

Ning Huanxin found the official account of Huangquan Express in WeChat, then chose to send the package to Yangjian, and determined his own Yangjian coordinate location.

She is already very skilled in this series of operations.

Within a few seconds, her door rang.

Ning Huanxin quickly ran to open the door, still in the familiar Huangquan Express work clothes and familiar peaked cap, but the person in front of him was not Yin Yang Yan Song Yi, but a petite girl in a little blue dress.

"Hello, Huangquan Express. I am the receiver, Little Kite."

Little Kite stood at the door, smiling at Ning Huanxin.

"Hello, come in, are you the receptionist in Donghai City?"

Ning Huanxin put the little kite in, and asked while walking.

"Oh, no, I just came to help temporarily. Miss, you also know that today is July 14th, July 14th to July 15th is Zhongyuan Festival, what day is Zhongyuan Festival? That is your double Eleven! The express delivery between Yangjian and Underworld is going to pile up! All the express companies have gone out of stock!"

Ning Huanxin:...

Well, indeed, there are Valentine's Day, Double Eleven and Double Twelve in the sun, and there are also Ching Ming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival and Double Ninth Festival in this underworld!

"Miss, where's your courier?"

Little Kite blinked and looked around Ning Huanxin.

"Wait."

Ning Huanxin turned to her suitcase and found the two masks she had chosen for the faceless ghost, scanned it with her mobile phone, and immediately packed them automatically.

"Huh? So you also have the underworld system, your own!"

Little Kite didn't know when she stood behind Ning Huanxin. Seeing Ning Huanxin's mobile phone screen, Little Kite couldn't help but smile at her: "Oh, I remember, you are the human being that Song Yi said! "

"Do you know Song Yi too?"

Ning Huan was taken aback and asked Little Kite with some curiosity.

"Why don't you know him? Brother Song Yi... is my benefactor."

Speaking of Song Yi, Little Kite’s eyes are shining. She was originally a female ghost whose memory has disappeared. She was about to disappear in the world. Song Yi accidentally met her and saved her and introduced her to Huangquan Express. Work, although... She is usually just a logistical kid of Huangquan Express, but occasionally when the express station is busy, Song Yi will ask her to help deliver and pick up the express.

"I used to have no thoughts and no feelings, but since I worked at Huangquan Express, I have gradually developed my own feelings."

Little Kite smiled happily at Ning Huanxin.

Although she is just a ghost, she also desires to have joys and sorrows, and understands joy, anger, sorrow and joy, rather than being a numb ghost.