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Obviously, from his twitching eyelids, it was easy to see that he was talking nonsense.
However, Ye Fan asked uncharacteristically: "Really?"
"Of course!" The Soul Guard quickly swore, "I swear, everything I just said is true!"
"As long as there is one sentence that is false, let me... just let me..."
At this point, the soul-guarding ghost couldn't go on anymore.
People can swear randomly, but ghosts cannot.
Originally, he just wanted to win Ye Fan's favor, so he just pretended to be fine.
As a result, he forgot that Ye Fan was a guy who never played cards according to common sense.
Apparently, the ghost ghost gave up.
"Hey! Okay! I admit, I really didn't think about this just now!"
"Your 100 billion should be burned to others!"
"Hey! Life is hard! I can't get a salary, and I don't have a windfall. It seems that I am a soul-destroyer, and I am doomed to be poor in this life!"
"Er..." Ye Fan's head was full of black lines.
This guy is simply too good at pretending.
Obviously he said before that when he has nothing to do, he will stay at home, play games and watch TV.
If a person with no savings can do this?
However, he is also like this, and Ye Fan is happier.
Greed is good, as long as he is greedy enough, it is easy enough to control.
Again, Ye Fan didn't want a puppet controlled by him to be a spirit.
"Okay! You have successfully moved me!"
Ye Fan wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a choked voice, "What can I see, except that I can't see other people being poor!"
"When I think that there are still ghosts suffering from poverty in this world, I feel uncomfortable!"
The soul-hunting ghost stared at Ye Fan dumbfounded. If the two hadn't already had a deep understanding of each other's virtues, he would have believed it.
"Cough cough!" The soul-detaining ghost coughed twice and said, "Well, little Taoist priest, let's stop pretending!"
"Well! How about you buy my news with money?"
Ye Fan grinned, and waved at the ghost.
The Soul Guard looked at Ye Fan with a vigilant look, wondering what trick he was trying to play!
"Come on! Come and sit, sit here!" Ye Fan patted the bench he was sitting on.
The ghost has black lines all over his head.
"Ben... this emissary has a normal orientation and is not interested in... this kind of thing!"
"Eh..." Ye Fan was speechless.
"Where are you going? I just want to talk to you about a business!"
"So that's the case! You didn't make it clear earlier! This messenger almost misunderstood me!"
Ye Fan cursed in his heart: "You have misunderstood!"
It seems that with the progress of the times, not only the orientation of living people has begun to change, even ghosts are not excluded.
Could it be that the phrase 'same sex is true love' is true?
Thinking of this, Ye Fan couldn't help shivering, and got goosebumps all over his body.
The ghost ghost came to Ye Fan lightly, and sat at the end of the bench farthest from him.
Ye Fan thought of the sentence just now, and involuntarily moved to the other end.
One person and one ghost, just like this, a conversation over the air came.
"Do you want to get a fixed salary of 30000 trillion yuan every month in the future? Do you want to enjoy year-end dividends?"
Ye Fan's conditions immediately attracted the attention of the ghost.
Think about it, his salary in the underworld is less than 500 yuan a month, and there is no year-end dividend, five insurances and one housing fund, and no future generations to burn paper money for himself.
The terms Ye Fan offered were simply too tempting, no, billions!
However, he still gritted his teeth and suggested, "No! I still need five social insurances and one housing fund!"
"Fuck!" Ye Fan was stunned.
"Do you still have five insurances and one housing fund?"
"Of course! Otherwise, why do you think we are working so hard? Isn't it just for some protection after retirement!"
Ye Fan touched his forehead, he felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
This simply shocked his wife!
"Wait, let me stroke it!"
Ye Fansi thought about it, and finally decided to ask the most basic questions.
"So many people burn so much paper money every year, isn't it enough for you to spend?"
"Cut!" The soul-guarding ghost said disdainfully: "Do you really think we can get the money?"
"Before relatives burn, the underworld will collect 99.999999999% tax! In other words, if you burn 100 billion, we can get only 100 yuan!"
"What's more! This emissary has long been forgotten by relatives, so who will burn money for me?"
"No! According to what you said, now that the underworld is gone, who can still collect your taxes?" Ye Fan asked suspiciously.
"Heh! You don't understand this, do you?" The soul-guarding ghost said triumphantly, "Now we have to mention the rules of our underworld!"
"That's the same rule as the rule of heaven! Once it is generated, it will always follow this rule!"
"So, even if the underworld is gone! We still have to pay taxes!"