As the words fell, a man strode in.

He looks like he is about forty or fifty years old, with a Chinese face, short hair, a smooth chin, and no stubble.

He was dressed in a crisp suit, with a straight tie, shiny leather shoes, and a warm smile on his face, like a kind uncle.

Whether it is appearance or aura, it is incompatible with the atmosphere in the main hall.

And with him came a girl. Blonde hair and blue eyes, with a graceful figure and a straight bust.

She is wearing a retro-style golden cheongsam, with both sides split directly to the root of her thighs, and her long white legs disappear from time to time, making people think about it.

She followed the man's footsteps step by step, and with each step, her chest would roll like a wave of wheat, and it was really turbulent.

Seeing these two people, Judge Bai Wuchang and all the ghosts were stunned, and after reacting, they all bowed down and said, "Yan Jun!"

"Okay, okay, by the way, what heroes did you just say?" The man known as Yan Jun pulled his tie, took off his coat and threw it directly to the blonde girl behind him, revealing his snow-white plaid shirt.

"Put it in the apse, you go and rest by yourself, I have something to do here. ”

“Yes，Sir！”

The blonde respectfully took her clothes and turned to walk towards the apse.

The waist twisted and swung, and the white legs flashed and flashed.

Seeing this scene, the judge and the others swallowed their saliva together.

Yan Jun said, "Cough!"

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, Bai Wuchang sorted out his tongue, and all the ghosts checked the injuries on their bodies one after another, pretending to be nothing.

The judge sneered and said, "Yan Jun, after you left, there were a lot of things going on here. ”

"Oh? ”

While speaking, Yan Jun came to the big chair where the judge often slept and sat down, stretching.

The judge followed.

After Bai Wuchang asked the ghosts to retreat, he explained the things during this period of time one by one, from beginning to end.

After Yan Jun listened, the smile on his face didn't know when it had converged, and his face sank like water.

He put down what he was holding and pinched his eyebrows, looking pensive.

Seeing this scene, Bai Wuchang and the judge didn't even dare to make a breath.

After two mouthfuls, Yan Jun raised his head and looked at the two of them with burning eyes.

"So, what about people?"

"What?"

"That's the person you are talking about!" Yan Jun glared at the two of them, seeing that the two of them looked at each other, Yan Jun suddenly understood something, and asked incredulously: "Such a ghost, didn't you bring it here?"

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang's heart was put down, and he hurriedly told Xu Beibei about it. He remembered that Hei Wuchang had said this, and Xu Le was very worried about Yan Jun's treatment of Xu Beibei, so he hurriedly helped to find out.

As a result, Yan Jun looked very impatient after hearing this, only to see him wave his big hand, and said angrily: "It is necessary to take care of such a trivial matter? What's wrong with raising a little ghost, not to mention that people don't have to raise it later? Because of this kind of thing, losing a strong general, you can't tell which is more important?"

"Uh......"

"How many times has this king said, what is the most important thing now, is a ghost talent! Especially a ghost talent like Xu Le, it is rare to see it in a thousand years, and you have to keep it if you see it! Haven't you had enough of the cynicism of the gang of deflated people in the sea of blood? With such ghost talents, we still need to rely on them to do things in the future? You ......?"

Yan Jun gushed in pain, spitting everywhere, knocking on the table from time to time, and was furious.

The judge and Bai Wuchang looked at each other, but they were quite emotional in their hearts, because they understood why Yan Jun was so excited.

The underworld is divided into three domains.

The Netherworld only cares about money, does not intervene in disputes, and its influence can be ignored. Therefore, there are only two major forces in the underworld.

Underworld, sea of blood.

One is in charge of the government and the other is in charge of the soldiers, which seems to be incompatible, but in fact, they have accumulated grievances for a long time.

The main reason is that the two sides cannot reach a consensus on how to deal with the issue.

For example, if you deal with evil spirits in the same way, the methods of both sides are completely different.

In terms of the underworld, it is generally thrown into the oil pot and boiled for thousands of years, and it is enough to burn the anger, which is very calm.

In terms of the sea of blood, he likes to go straight with a single knife, and repeatedly kills the ghosts, and the methods are particularly cruel.

So the behavior of the underworld on the other side of the sea of blood is called: hypocrite!

The underworld responded: You are all executioners!

No one can convince anyone.

Because of these things, friction is continuous, and contradictions are deepening day by day, although it has not yet reached the time when the emperor needs to comment, but it is indeed very intense.

Therefore, every time you borrow troops, you will be ridiculed, which is inevitable.

If there is also a strongman in the underworld who can calm the scene, there is no need to look at the face of the sea of blood, which is probably the reason why Yan Jun was impatient after hearing about Xu Le's achievements.

Both the judge and Bai Wuchang understand this, but this matter is not so simple.

Because......

"That Xu Le, it's not a ghost!" the judge and Bai Wuchang shook their heads in unison and sighed.

Yan Jun was stunned for a moment and said, "What's the matter, wipe your neck down!"

The tone seemed to be not asking others to die, but asking people to eat together, which was justified.

Bai Wuchang and the two of them were stunned, yes, why didn't they think of it!

Yan Jun analyzed: "How difficult it is to find a job in the world now, even if his combat effectiveness is amazing, I am afraid that he has no future on it, and he may be caught by state institutions to slice and study, right?

The judge clapped his hands: "Satisfied, satisfied!"

Bai Wuchang's face showed a look of longing, but soon, he thought of something and sighed: "I'm afraid, he may not be willing." ”

After Bai Wuchang finished speaking, he quickly told Xu Le's refusal of the dark money before, and then sighed: "He is not a person who can be impressed by money. ”

"It's okay!, then wait for him to die naturally, you can keep an eye on me, don't be preempted by those guys in the sea of blood!"

Bai Wuchang nodded with the judge: "Understood." ”

"You ...... Hey, forget it!"

Yan Jun didn't know what to think, and took out a small disc-shaped thing from his pocket: "It's better to see how much life he still has." ”

With that, he threw it on the table.

The thing spun around on the table, then grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a washbasin.

A projection light curtain shot out from the "basin" and paused in front of Yan Jun. Yan Jun stretched out his hand and clicked on it a few times, and the interface was immediately different, like a computer desktop.

Bai Wuchang and the judge were dumbfounded, what kind of thing is this?

Yan Jun saw that the two of them had strange expressions and explained: "This is called 'Artillery De 18'. ”

"It's the electronic version of the life and death book that Chacha has just developed, which is very convenient, but the standby time is not long enough, and it has to be charged once in ten years, which is troublesome. ”

The two of them suddenly realized that it was produced by the Netherworld, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.

After asking about Xu Le's details, Yan Jun clicked on it several times, and soon, Xu Le's information appeared on the projection.

After Yan Jun finished reading it, his face suddenly became extremely strange.

"Are you sure that Xu Le is not a ghost?"

Bai Wuchang and the judge nodded in unison: "Sure!"

"Xu Le, 27 years old, unemployed......" Yan Jun read Xu Le's information, and then changed the conversation.

“...... In XX year, he was hit in the back of the head by a steel pipe during a group assault and died in the intensive care unit the next day. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Jun turned his head and looked at the two people who were stunned.

"This Xu Le has died a long time ago. ”