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From time to time, black lumps slipped from these pipes and just fell into the basket below.
A kid carrying a basket walked up to Ye Fan with a basket full of black bricks, nodded and said, "Captain! There are 52 bricks in my basket!"
Seeing him looking expectantly at a small notebook on the table, Ye Fan walked over to have a look.
The number of 'resentment bricks' transported by these little devils is densely recorded on it.
Ye Fan instantly understood that this was for him to record the quantity he transported!
Ye Fan glanced at this kid, and found that there was a number on his collar, combined with the records in the book.
Ye Fan wrote a string of characters on the notebook: No. 30, 52 yuan to move!
Seeing that he didn't deduct the amount of his grievances, the kid thought he was wrong at first.
Couldn't help but rubbed his eyes.
After he was sure that he was not mistaken, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Fan repeatedly: "Thank you, Captain! Thank you, Captain!"
After finishing speaking, he got up quickly, carried the basket and walked out with a smile.
Ye Fan took a closer look and found that the numbers above were generally between 20-30 yuan.
Instantly understood what was going on.
I dare say that guy just now directly withheld nearly half of the blame from these brats!
He flipped through it casually, and found that a guy numbered 1 moved more than 1000 yuan by himself.
You know, less than an hour has just passed today.
At the rate of production of these resentment bricks, I am afraid that they will only produce less than 3000 yuan in total, right?
This guy actually occupied nearly half of the number by himself!
Ye Fan couldn't help but shook his head and said, "I'm still doing harm to the people!"
I have to say that the captain's heart is really dark, even darker than this grudge!
At this time, an old ghost who looked quite old walked up to Ye Fan with a basket.
He said tremblingly: "Captain! There are 43 resentment bricks in the old man's basket!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Ye Fan in fear, for fear that the stick in his hand would suddenly fall on him.
However, what surprised him was.
Not only did the stick not fall this time, but Ye Fan recorded 43 grievance bricks for him with a smile on his face.
When the old ghost saw it, he was so moved that he burst into tears. When he bent his legs, he was about to kneel down to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan helped him up, and said in a low voice, "Old man, don't be in a hurry to kneel!"
"I have something to ask you!"
The old ghost nodded repeatedly and said: "As long as the captain speaks, the old man will know everything and say everything!"
Ye Fan thought about it: "Do you know when this little eighteen-story hell was built?"
The old ghost looked at Ye Fan suspiciously, as if this kind of question shouldn't come from his eloquence.
Ye Fan saw that he was puzzled, so he threatened: "I just want to test your memory. If you are demented, I will consider replacing you!"
When the old ghost heard this, he shook his head again and again and said, "I don't have dementia, Captain, please show mercy, don't replace me!"
"My whole family is supported by old age!"
Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder and said, "As long as you answer my question well, this kind of thing won't happen!"
"Maybe, I will promote you for the sake of your seniority!"
The old ghost thanked again and again: "Thank you Captain for cultivating, thank you Captain for cultivating!"
"Okay! Stop talking nonsense and answer the question quickly!" Ye Fan interrupted quickly.
Then the old ghost said with a serious face: "If you want to say that this little eighteen-story hell, it should have appeared a year and a half ago!"
"No! It should be said that it was discovered by the underworld a year and a half ago!"
"When did it appear, no one knows!"
Ye Fan nodded slightly, and continued to ask: "Then tell me, how much do you know about this little eighteen-story hell?"
The old ghost didn't dare to think about it this time, and replied directly: "If you say you understand, you don't know much!"
"However, this old man knows that this small eighteen-story hell is constantly expanding!"
"Compared to a year and a half ago, this place has doubled in size!"
"What?" Ye Fan was shocked by the old ghost's words.
He didn't care if he would reveal his secrets, and asked straightforwardly: "You mean, the small eighteen-story hell will become bigger by itself?"
The old ghost seemed to be talking vigorously, and he didn't notice Ye Fan's abnormality.
He nodded and said, "Yes, that's right!"
"The small eighteen-story hell is not just getting bigger!"
"I heard from the people above that the small eighteen-story hell is transforming into a new eighteen-story hell!"
Ye Fan seemed to have discovered Xintiandi, and hurriedly asked: "The people above? Who are the people above?"
The old ghost shook his head and said, "How can we have a chance to see each other?"
"Besides, this is also a matter of chasing after the wind!"
"I've heard that there are no superiors at all. In fact, it's the little [-]-level hell who said it himself!"
"Ah?" Ye Fan said with a confused face, "Why don't you say that this cauldron can also talk?"
The more he listened to it, the more mysterious it became, and he felt that this old ghost was using ghost stories to deceive him!
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The old ghost thought that Ye Fan was angry, so he quickly apologized: "Captain! I heard these things, and I don't know if it's true or not!"
"I really don't have dementia! Don't fire me!"