"The ghost king who was causing chaos in the underworld, and the guy who attacked and injured me last time, I crushed them all to pieces, not sparing any of them. Thanks to the master, I have the strength to take revenge..."

Wuming prostrated himself in front of Zhang Fan and expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

At this moment, his nose was sore. Only he knew how terrifying his strength was at that moment. How could the Ghost King be so vulnerable in front of him?

As a person who is only slightly stronger than a spirit body, even if he practices for thousands of years, he may not be able to match the strength of a ghost king.

Just like A Yuan’s grandmother, who had been waiting for hundreds of years, hoping to get an opportunity in the underworld. She originally just wanted to be able to choose a good family when she was reincarnated in the future.

Unexpectedly, he waited for this opportunity from Zhang Fan. After A Yuan formed a good relationship with Zhang Fan and Wuming, A Yuan worked as a housekeeper in Sancai Manor.

Going out at this time is a hundred times better than Miss Wang.

All this is because of the master Zhang Fan.

Wuming felt that if he had not met Zhang Fan, everything would be different. How could he have such high power and prestige in the underworld like he does now?

Can you kill a ghost king with your own hands?

This was something I couldn't even dream of before, but now it has really been achieved.

"Well, as long as you are loyal to me, I can see that. I will not let my people, even if they are just slaves, suffer any injustice. Okay, you get up..."

Zhang Fan nodded. He could feel Wuming's sincere, heartfelt gratitude.

After Wuming stood up respectfully, he told Zhang Fan some things about the underworld. At this time, Sancai Manor was different from the past.

The ghost officials of the underworld seemed to have become much more obedient. The spirits that had been spying on the wealth of Sancai Manor had now disappeared and it seemed they could never be found again.

Moreover, Sancai Manor seemed to have become a forbidden area in the underworld, a place as terrifying as the Pluto's Palace. This was something Wuming had not expected, but he was happy to see it happen.

All of this was because Zhang Fan gave him extraordinary power.

"Well, you go back first and manage Sancai Manor. Then let Tiandi Pawnshop use the name of Sancai Manor to let more people in the underworld know about it. Then the underworld will naturally have more business coming to it..."

Zhang Fan vigorously supports Sancai Manor, and he actually has a purpose.

It is to open the passage from the underworld to the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth, so that more spirits can know about the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth, and when they have nowhere else to go, they will think of the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth first.

I would think about doing business with Tiandi Pawnshop.

As long as there is business, the empty warehouse of Tiandi Pawnshop will be filled and rich again.

With more goods in the warehouse, more people will be attracted to trade with the Tiandi Pawnshop, and Hua Yueying, as the spirit of the weapon, will recover more strength.

Because of her great strength, she can go around the three realms to collect debts on my behalf.

Moreover, as the spirit of the weapon becomes more powerful, Zhang Fan, as its owner, will also become more powerful.

In a side hall of the underworld, Hei Wuchang walked out dejectedly, turned his head and looked back with a miserable look in his eyes. It has been thousands of years, why are his good deeds not enough?

Although he was one of the ten great Yin Marshals, he looked very majestic.

But he had only one wish in his heart, which was to go back to the human world, reincarnate once, and fulfill his dream of many years.

But this wish is too difficult to realize because of his identity. If he wants to be reincarnated, he needs tens of thousands of good deeds and he also has to settle his ghost soldiers before he has a hundred years to be reincarnated.

And over the years, he has been praising Yin De or ghost money.

However, of these two things, ghost money is easier to get, but good deeds are really difficult to earn. After so many years, he still hasn't accumulated enough good deeds to exchange for good deeds that can lead to reincarnation.

It’s difficult, what should I do?

Hei Wuchang just felt that his head started to hurt, and this headache had started thousands of years ago. It was because there had always been an obsession in his heart. If he didn't do it, the obsession would always be there.

I'm almost going crazy!

When Zhang Fan was looking through the contracts, he saw Qing Xing busy in the Tiandi Pawnshop, wiping the tables, chairs, and stools.

Although she was working hard, she was still humming little tunes, and the song she sang the most was that one.

"Peach plums are fragrant and pear blossoms are smiling

More lively than my spring

Peony graceful Li Huaqiao

More beautiful than me

Rain Run Hong Zi Jiao

Fragrant tea cup to welcome you

The stars are shaking, the clouds are floating..."

It can be seen that Qing Xing is in a particularly good mood. She walks briskly and works efficiently. Zhang Fan can't help but look up at her, but the singing stops abruptly because Qing Xing feels that the high and mighty master of the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth is looking at her!

She was so scared that she stopped talking and looked at Zhang Fan, who was wearing a mask, with some fear.

"I'm sorry, I won't bother you next time..."

Qing Xing was extremely afraid and respectful of Zhang Fan who was wearing a mask. Even a look or a movement from him could make Qing Xing's heart pound with fear, and she dared not say anything.

Because Zhang Fan looked like a god after putting on the mask. Even if he just sat there without saying anything, Qing Xing was still afraid of him.

Moreover, Qingxing only needed to think that this masked man was the owner of the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth, and even Hua Yueying would have to kneel on the ground and call him master. Just thinking about it made her, a little earthly immortal, feel scared.

"It's okay, let's sing a different song next time..."

When Zhang Fan saw Qing Xing trembling and kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help laughing.

This girl, when I was not wearing a mask, she would chatter around me and even asked me to teach her how to use the computer and how to use the keyboard.

But after putting on the mask, she could only tremble when she saw herself. Even a glance from her was enough to make her afraid.

She probably couldn't even think of it.

The mortal who always likes to sit by the window and check his phone is the venerable one who is so high above her that she dare not look up to him.

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency!"

Seeing Qing Xing so scared, Zhang Fan waved his hand to signal her to go down. In fact, Qing Xing's singing and dancing were really good, but she kept singing the same song over and over again, which was a bit boring.

If she changes the lyrics, maybe it will sound better.

Zhang Fan's casual remark was easy to say, but it was too difficult for Qing Xing. She began to worry about what songs she should sing to make the Venerable happy?

Or is it like the old songs about apricot blossoms, about spring, or something else?

But what if His Holiness doesn’t like to hear it?

No, we have to change it. We have to change it to a song that His Holiness likes to listen to.

However, she was very puzzled as to what songs the Venerable liked to listen to. She had to ask someone about it!