The weather vane in the Daoless Underground Mansion is the majestic Yama Palace.

Whenever Yan Jun returned to the underworld, the Yama Hall would exude majestic majesty. And when Yan Jun travels, this power will dissipate.

Therefore, all the souls in the Daoless Underground Mansion can easily feel when their Yan Jun is there and when he is not there.

Like now. The majestic majesty returned to the Yama Palace, and in an instant, all the souls in the underworld felt that their masters had returned.

Every time Xue Wushu returned to the underworld, the first person to come to the door was definitely Bao Zheng. This old ghost always has something to do, and he is extremely diligent.

This time, Bao Zheng presented two things, the first of which was the "Ghost Country Tax Enhancement Bill". This was as early as before the first Yin Food Festival, Bao Zheng and Xue Wushu passed the qi. After all, the development of the ghost country is very rapid now, and the three million and six thousand dead souls are creating value for the underworld all the time. A variety of industries are also sprang up. Especially in the business area. The time has come to redraw the tax rate and refine the tax according to the industry.

After reading this first bill, Xue Wushu asked Bao Zheng suspiciously: "Bao Zheng, are you sure that this tax rate is appropriate?

Bao Zheng bowed and replied: "Yan Jun, the current tax rate is an integrated and unified tax rate. This has led to disparities and inequalities in the income of labor.

The ghost people who are engaged in agriculture are the foundation of the ghost country, and yin food is the most fundamental commodity in demand. Therefore, after submitting the prescribed share, the remaining part of the Yin Shi subordinates thought that the tax rate could be adjusted to forty or even forty-five tax one.

As for the various extension industries built on the basis of agriculture, because they can stimulate the continued development of agriculture, the subordinates think that it is enough to raise the tax rate appropriately, and it is reasonable to raise the tax rate of 25 or 20 or 1.

The rest, such as garment making, taverns, theatres, arenas, gambling, etc., are not essential or irrelevant to agriculture. So fifteen taxes and one or even ten taxes are appropriate......"

Xue Wusuan interrupted: "Wait a minute, you said that the arena is gambling, and these things are all in the ghost country, and you approved it?"

Needless to introduce, Xue Wushu understood the two things of "arena" and "betting", and at the same time, the perception spread out, and he instantly discovered that there were indeed these two things in the ghost country. What he was curious about was that he was angry with Bao Zheng before opening a new industry, and it didn't seem to include such a "not very serious" thing, right?

"Yan Jun Rongyu, the arena and gambling are all industries that the ghost government specializes in. All proceeds are used to feed back to the city defense army and support the research institute and the weapons workshop, and ......"

Xue Wusuan interrupted again: "Benjun asked why you want to approve these properties?"

"It was the three kings who insisted on approving it. Bao Zheng lowered his head, a sentence popped out between his teeth, and said in his heart: Something is really going to happen. I don't know what the three adults will be cleaned up by Yan Jun this time.

Xue Wusuan sneered twice, and he didn't know what the three mallets were thinking, or if it was really itchy and he was starting to feel uncomfortable.

As soon as his mind moved, the three figures were moved to the Yama Palace. In that way, even Bao Zheng, who was serious and unsmiling, almost burst out laughing, and even his soul body trembled when he held it back. I could only hang my head lower, and hurriedly retreated to the side under my feet. Looking at the nose and nose, looking at the heart, I wish I could make myself invisible.

The current appearance of the three-stick mallet made Xue Wusuan drop all the cigars between his fingers on the ground.

Shirtless, the soul body is almost materialized, revealing a full chest of black hair, hands clenched into fists and raised above the top, a hideous expression on his face, and his eyes bulging like light bulbs. A second before he appeared, he was still shouting "Ghost Face, kill him!"

Shaking his head, Xue Wushu seemed to see those football hooligans in the original world.

"Who is the ghost face?" Xue Wushu asked with a new face as he lit a cigar and then asked with a tense face.

Xue Wushu spoke, his voice cold and slaggy. The three already stupid pieces of wood immediately shook their bodies, their faces turned pale, and they knelt on the ground with a snap, and their heads kept hitting the ground like garlic, as if they were going to smash the floor of the Yama Palace.

"Deaf?"

The three ghost things kowtowed unabated, and said neatly: "The ghost face is a fighting ghost in the arena, with a mask on his face, and he is fierce by nature. Thirty-three battles and thirty-three victories. It can be said that God blocks and kills God and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha! And ......"

The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes, what is the difference between this and pushing ads? Xue Wushu was directly stupid when he heard it.

"Shut up!"

There was a roar, and the sound shook the entire Netherworld, and all the souls of the dead immediately fell to their knees. With extreme panic in his heart, he kowtowed in the direction of the Yama Palace. I don't know why the great Yan Jun was so angry.

And inside the Yama Temple. The Wang family's three mallets plus Bao Zheng were directly shocked to the ground, and his soul trembled, and he couldn't even condense his mind for a while.

Xue Wushu waved his hand, and the four ghosts came back to their senses and knelt down again.

Bao Zheng could only mourn for his three bosses for a second. It had known for a long time that its three bosses had been obsessed with killing and gambling since they started to do so. As soon as you have time, you go to the arena to watch ghost fights, and when you have money, you go to buy gambling. If you win money, you will buy wine and eat and drink. Lose? Rarely lose. He even paid off most of his debts by gambling.

Sometimes Bao Zheng wondered if his three bosses had the idea of making money with this to put up the arena and the gambling industry, and even quarreled with him several times about it. It's miserable now, Yan Jun saw such a look, and he recited all the advertising words he gave to a ghost fighter. How good can this be?

"Let's talk about it. Why are you moving the industry of the arena and gambling to the Heavenless Mansion? Well said, go to the second layer of hell for a hundred years. It's not good to say, go to the third layer of hell for five hundred years. ”

Wang Erzhu was surprised and thought that he had heard it wrong, and followed with a smile: "Yan Jun, why should you be punished if you say it well?"

"There's no reason, it's just that you don't like it. Say, you only have one chance to explain. ”

After a moment of silence, the three mallets knelt on the ground, and exchanged glances with each other. In the end, it was Wang Sledgehammer to resist the banner.

"Yu Yanjun, the three subordinates think that my ghost country is the backing and foundation of the Daoless Underworld. No matter where Yan Jun's soldiers point in the future, what is needed is not just the Yin Soldier Sequence and the brainless blood ghosts in hell. I also have to rely on me to be in the country of ten thousand ghosts.

However, the ghost country cannot and does not have the conditions for the Yin soldier sequence, and it is not necessary to train all of them as Yin soldiers.

Therefore, the three subordinates thought about it day and night, and finally came up with a way to stimulate the desire to attack and the fighting nature in the hearts of the ghost people. It's a fighting arena!"

(End of chapter)