Underworld exchange group

Chapter 162 Yan Jun, my brother, who am I afraid of?

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, only the sound was broadcast live, and there was no live video broadcast. What a blessing in misfortune!Hastily changed the subject and said: "Brother, what is the duty of the Eighth Grade Parade?"

Ji Qiye said: "The parade is responsible for inspecting the passages of the underworld and the underworld, inspecting the underworld soldiers stationed, prohibiting strangers from entering the underworld, and prohibiting evil spirits from entering the underworld. Anyone who breaks the law will be killed..."

This sounds like a military post again.

And it's dangerous.

Ji Qiye continued: "It is not necessary to do inspections every day. Your situation is quite special. Your yang body is still alive, so you should stay in the yang world rather than the underworld. You only need to patrol three times a month. Speaking of it, On the contrary, it is more leisurely than ghosts, and there are no hard targets for work, but third brother, don't relax because of this, the journey of cultivating immortals requires perseverance, and you must practice diligently every day."

Zhang Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Little brother knows!"

Ji Qiye said: "Take my elder brother's handbook to go to the Dijuan Palace, register in the Dijuan, get the official uniform, and the medium-grade magic weapon for parade, the Soul-Grassing Iron Umbrella..."

In the dungeon of Yan Jundian, Qian Dezhong's hair is messy, his face is ashen. Ancestors and ancestors.Thinking of the earnest teachings my grandfather and father taught me when I was young, tears welled up in my eyes, and two lines of old tears flowed out. Thinking of the sad place, I even cried aloud.

Hearing Qian Dezhong's cry, a Yin soldier in the underworld said annoyedly: "Crying, I'm so annoying!"

The other one was even more vicious, and it was slapped on the table in one chapter: "You bastard, I lost all my money crying, cry again, believe it or not, I will punish you!"

These Yin soldiers don't have high salaries, but they love to gamble.

Nine out of ten monthly salaries are still on the gaming table.

The two ghost soldiers looked at each other.

Laugh coldly!
Seeing this, Qian Dezhong's heart trembled: "What are you going to do?"

One of the Yin soldiers took a whip.

Every time he loses money, he will always take out his anger on the prisoner, and the fire will go down without a few whips.

A crisp sound...

With a slap, the whip lashed Qian Dezhong's body hard and hard. If it was a flesh and blood body, it would be ripped apart, let alone a body that hadn't built yin and gathered spirits.

The whip was whipped, and the soul was almost scattered.

Qian Dezhong screamed in pain.

Snapped!Another whip passed by.

Qian Dezhong hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master...don't hit me anymore, if you hit me again, you'll die..."

Snapped!
Snapped!
Qian Dezhong's pussy body trembled after being whipped, and shrank into a ball on the ground, begging for mercy incessantly. "Kill me, kill me..."

This kind of thing is commonplace in the underworld.

It's not uncommon to be killed.

There were dozens if not a hundred who were beaten to death by his hands.

Qian Dezhong was trembling, shocked and afraid in his heart, he was going to be beaten to death, he was going to be beaten to death... His heart was so sad, he never thought that he would end up like this.

Suddenly an urgent voice came: "Stop!"

Hearing the sound, the Yin soldier stopped immediately.

Then I saw Zhang Fan running in in a hurry, the anger in his heart rushed straight to the top of his head like a flame, and he glared at him angrily: "You are paralyzed, why do you hit him..." He slapped him directly on the vagina. On Bing's face, the Yin Bing turned around in a circle.

Yin Bing covered his face and looked at Zhang Fan timidly.

To be honest, he couldn't afford to offend anyone, so he could only bully prisoners.

Qian Dezhong was still trembling on the ground: "I was killed, I was killed..."

Zhang Fan quickly helped him up and said, "Mr. Qian, it's me, Zhang Fan...it's okay, it's okay, you'll be fine." Seeing the majestic magistrate being so frightened, he was shocked and angry.

If he was one step late, Qian Dezhong might be beaten to death.

Seeing Zhang Fan, Qian Dezhong hurriedly shouted: "Little friend Zhang Fan, save me, save me..."

Zhang Fan comforted and said: "It's okay, Mr. Yan Jun has investigated it clearly, the matter has nothing to do with you, everything is over, and you can continue to be a judge."

But Qian Dezhong shook his head and said: "Impossible. I lost the broken pages of the book of life and death. It would be very good if Lord Yan Jun could spare my life. I still want to be an official and return to my post. I don't want to have such a dream."

Zhang Fan said, "I really didn't lie to you..."

Qian Dezhong still didn't believe it and shook his head.

Zhang Fan said: "Really, I really didn't lie to you, Mr. Qian, it's all right, you can be released from prison, and you can resume your post and continue to be your judge."

Qian Dezhong didn't believe it even more, this is simply a fantasy.

Zhang Fan smiled wryly and couldn't help but say: "This is the written order, you can go."

When Qian Dezhong saw Yan Jun's handwriting, he asked softly: "Did you find the lost page of the book of life and death?"

Zhang Fan said: "I haven't found it yet, but I made another contribution, Lord Yan is willing to pardon you."

"Little friend Zhang Fan..."

He didn't know how to thank Zhang Fan now. It was true that he had sealed his job, but Zhang Fan was helping him along the way. In detail, he probably owed him more.

Zhang Fan said: "Let's go, go back and eat two 'Soul Yang Pills'..."

He turned his head and gave the Yin soldier a hard look.

The Yin soldier had already turned pale with fright, he had heard it all, Qian Dezhong was actually reinstated as an official, this, this is simply unheard of, he was sent to prison by Master Yan Jun, and he has never heard of anyone who can go out again, It is even more unheard of that the official can be restored to his original post.

This is simply a ghost.

It's over, this old guy will definitely take revenge on himself.

Thinking that he was just a mere jailer, but he offended the judge, and that he could take his own life by talking about it now. Thinking of this, his legs softened even more, and he fell to the ground.

He couldn't figure it out, really couldn't figure it out...

How could someone get out of Yan Jundian's prison and be reinstated.

How did he know that Zhang Fan and Yan Jun are sworn brothers.

Can you not give this brother face?
Leaving Yan Jundian, Zhang Fan couldn't help but look back, the purple mist covering Yan Jundian was gone, Ji Qiye just came back and arranged things a little bit, then rushed to reincarnation on the way of reincarnation.

There is no Yan Jun in Nancheng Difu.

But this is an extremely confidential matter, and I am afraid that no one in the Nancheng Jifu will know about it except Zhang Fan.

Back to Qian Dezhong's house, what caught his eyes was dilapidated.

Home was sucked!

Qian Dezhong said in astonishment: "How could this happen?"

Not only Qian Dezhong's house, Zhang Fan's computer department in the government office was also smacked, probably Zuo Zhishan did it, of course it would not be allowed to smash the mansion's mansion, just like the police in Yangjian going to a shop Breaking the law.

But if no one sanctioned him, what was he afraid of?
Smack it! Smack it!
What can you bear with me?
Qian De said in pain: "It's too much, I'm not dead yet, so my family is sucked like this?" The muscles on his angry face twitched with pain.

Shaking the ghost order, Xiao Liu hurried to the messenger.

Zhang Fan said: "Hurry up and find a few people to repair Qian Pan's official residence, quickly..."

Money sentence?official residence?
Xiao Liu's eyes lit up, old officer Qian has returned to his post? !
"Okay, let's do it now, little one..."

Zhang Fan helped Qian Dezhong to enter the mansion, and asked: "Is there any 'Soul Cultivation Pill' at home?" Qian Dezhong shook his head, thought for a while and said: "There is still a Soul Cultivation Grass in the medicine yard." , I don’t know if it has been ruined.”

The two went to the medicine garden, and the whole medicine garden was ruined. The spiritual grass was pulled out and trampled on, and there were burnt marks on the soil and withered grass. In the end, a fire should have been set.

Qian De jumped his feet angrily, and shouted: "My medicine, my medicine..." He has always regarded medicine as his life.

Zhang Fan couldn't help cursing: "Nambling..." Anger rushed to the top of his head, he turned around and walked outside the mansion, he wanted to settle accounts with Zuo Zhishan.

When he rushed out angrily, Xiao Liu had already recruited several people to rebuild the house for Chandler.

Seeing Zhang Fan, Xiao Liu asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Fan said coldly, "Go and settle accounts with Zuo Zhishan!"

Xiaoliu's face changed when he heard the words, and he said: "Master, let's forget about this matter, this Zuozhishan is a ghost messenger, and it is an old-fashioned ghost messenger. His official position is at the same level as yours, so he can't help it, just pass it with patience." .”

The same level of official position?

Zhang Fan sneered in his heart, are they really at the same level?

Xiao Liu said: "The poor man really forget it, this guy Zuo Zhishan has been in Nancheng Difu for many years, and he runs a very good restaurant. He opened the casino at the far end. You should understand that the official in your Yangjian opened another casino." Casinos must take black and white, so don’t provoke this kind of people if you can.”

Yo, there is also a casino, which is not small.

Zhang Fan looked at it very carefully, and said, "Such a big casino will make a lot of money this day."

Xiao Liu stretched out his hand: "At least 500 taels..."

Damn it, this is just one day, wouldn't it be more than 1 taels a month. "Go, let's gamble!"

(End of this chapter)