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Long Aotian was ecstatic, "So social security..."
When Ye Fan heard about social security, he directly refused: "Except for social security, everything else is fine!"
He was cheated by social security last time and spent a lot of money.
In fact, money is not the key, the key is that he has no time to burn it!
Too much!
Long Aotian suddenly withered.
"I don't want anything except social security!"
"That's how it is! You work hard, you got the things, come to me to get the rest of the commission!"
After speaking, Ye Fan turned and left.
On the surface, Black and White Wuchang were drinking tea, but in fact they had been paying attention to Ye Fan's situation.
They dare not relax in the slightest.
If they lost it, their crime would be serious.
"Ye Fan! Where are you going?"
Ye Fan shrugged, "Where else can I go? Of course I'm going to see Yama of the Ten Temple!"
Ye Fan asked Long Aotian to steal the book of life and death, so naturally he had to create conditions for him.
What he has to do now is to procrastinate as long as he can!
Black and white are inconsequential, Ye Fan was willing to go with them to see Yama of the Ten Temple so soon, and he was finally relieved.
"That's right! I'm going to see Lord Yan soon, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
"In case I accidentally offend them, you have to speak for me!"
Black and white impermanence gave Ye Fan a blank look. Even if they wanted to speak for Ye Fan, they had to be qualified to attend a meeting of this size!
This is the highest-level meeting that the ten temples of Yama participated in, and even the judges are not eligible to participate.
Not to mention field personnel like them.
However, in order to make Ye Fan feel at ease to see Yan Luo of Shidian, Black and White Wuchang had no choice but to nod and agree: "Don't worry!"
"If there is any problem, we will help you!"
Ye Fan was a little worried, "I can't trust you guys!"
"I won't believe it until you give me something to press!"
"Otherwise, I won't be leaving!"
"Hey! Don't you know what's good and what's wrong, kid!" Both black and white impermanence were about to explode.
It's as if Yama of the Ten Temples is looking for them.
If it weren't for this bowl of rice, they wouldn't want to care about it.
"Do you know who you are facing, kid?"
"That's Yama of the Ten Temples! If you offend them, you'll be thrown out of your wits!"
Ye Fan looked indifferent, "I don't care what you said, all I know is that they let you help me do whatever I want!"
"If you want to get on business sooner, just do as I tell you!"
Xie Bi'an pulled Fan Wujiu aside to discuss, "Why don't we let him go!"
"Give him something to hold him down, and when he meets Yama of the Ten Palaces, our mission will be completed!"
Fan Wujiu frowned slightly, he instinctively felt that Ye Fan was not such an easy person to dismiss.
"I feel that that kid is definitely not willing to take ordinary things!"
"Or, let's just let him press the control bell!"
"Anyway, we can only hand it over to the treasury, so it's better to leave it to him."
Xie Bi'an nodded, and now, this is the only way.
I just hope that this kid Ye Fan doesn't make any more troubles, otherwise Yama of the Ten Palaces will be furious, and the whole hell will suffer.
Fan Wujiu walked up to Ye Fan, took out a small bronze bell and said, "This is the treasure at the bottom of our two boxes, it's called Soul Controlling Bell!"
"As long as you shake it gently, you can control other people's souls and let you drive them!"
Ye Fan took the little bell, a little dissatisfied.
He couldn't be sure if this thing was as magical as they said, and what he wanted was not this type of magic weapon.
In fact, he took a fancy to the mourning sticks of the two of them.
This thing has a strong suppression effect against ghosts.
All ghosts hit by the mourning stick will basically lose their ability to resist instantly.
This level of weapon is what Ye Fan needs.
As for the soul-controlling bell, if it is what they said, it would be considered a pretty good treasure.
Based on the principle that I would rather take ten thousand by mistake than let one go.
Chapter 390 A Small Tower
Ye Fan directly pocketed the soul-controlling bell.
He was finally willing to accept the inconsistency of black and white, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally got it.
As a result, they haven't been happy for a second.
Ye Fan started acting like a demon again.
"This thing is too small to give me a sense of security!"
"Fuck..." Fan Wujiu swears directly, and even took out the mourning stick.