Extreme Yama System

The weather vane in the Wudao Underworld is the towering Yama Temple.

Whenever Yan Jun returns to the underworld, Yan Luo Temple will radiate majestic power. When Yan Jun travels, this power will dissipate.

Therefore, all the dead souls in the Wudao Underworld can easily feel when their Yan Jun is there and when he is not there.

Like now. The majestic power returned to the Yama Hall, and instantly, all the dead souls in the underworld felt their hearts and understood that their master was back.

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

This time Bao Zheng presented two things, the first one was. This was Bao Zheng and Xue Wushua's relationship with Bao Zheng long before the first Yin Shi Festival. After all, the development of the ghost country is very fast now, and 3.6 million dead souls are creating value for the underworld every moment. Various industries are also booming. Especially the business one. The time has come to redefine tax rates and refine taxes by industry.

After reading the first proposal, Xue Wusuan asked Bao Zheng in confusion: "Bao Zheng, are you sure this tax rate is suitable? Wouldn't it be too big a blow to the newly emerging business by raising so much at one time? "

Bao Zheng bowed and replied, "Reporting to Yanjun, the current tax rate is an integrated and unified tax rate. This has caused differences and unfairness in labor income.

The ghost people who work 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 subordinates of Yin Shi thought that the tax rate could be adjusted to forty or even forty-five tax one.

As for the various extended industries built on the basis of agriculture, because they can stimulate the continued development of agriculture, the subordinates believe that it is sufficient to increase the tax rate appropriately. Twenty-five taxes for one, or twenty-five taxes for one are reasonable.

And the rest, such as clothing, taverns, theaters, arenas, gaming, etc., are not necessary, or have no stimulating effect on agriculture. So fifteen or even ten taxes would be appropriate..."

Xue Wusuan interrupted: "Wait a minute, you mean the arena? Gaming? Are these things all over the ghost country? Do you approve?"

Needless to say, Xue Wusuan could understand the two things "Battlefield" and "Gaming". At the same time, when the perception spread out, he discovered that there are indeed these two things in the ghost country. What he was curious about was that he had a relationship with Bao Zheng before opening a new industry. It didn't seem to include such "not serious" things, right?

"Yan Junrong, the arena and gaming are both the ghost ya's exclusive industries. All the proceeds are used to feed the city defense army and support the research institute and weapon workshop, and..."

Xue Wusuan interrupted again: "I asked why you want to approve these industries?"

"Three Lord Wang insisted on approving it." Bao Zheng lowered his head, and a word popped out between his teeth, thinking in his heart: Sure enough, something is going to happen. I don't know how the three adults will be cleaned up by Yan Jun this time.

Xue Wusuan sneered twice. He didn't know what the three sticks were thinking, or if he was really itchy, he started to feel uncomfortable.

With a thought, the three figures were moved into the Yama Hall. With that appearance, even Bao Zheng, who was generally serious and unsmiling, almost burst out laughing, and even his soul trembled when he held back. He could only lower his head lower, and hurriedly retreated a long way to the side. Eyes, nose, nose and heart, wishing to be invisible.

The current appearance of the three clubs made Xue Wusuan drop the cigar between his fingers to the ground.

He was naked, his soul body almost materialized, his chest full of black hair, his hands were clenched and raised above the top, his face was grim, his eyes bulging like light bulbs. A second before he appeared here, he was still shouting, "Ghost face, kill him! Come on!"

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

"Who is the ghost face?" Xue Wusuan lighted a new cigar and asked with a sullen face.

Xue Wusuan opened his mouth, his voice was cold. The three woods who were already dumbfounded immediately shivered, their faces turned pale, and they knelt on the ground with a slap.

"Deaf?"

The three ghosts kowtowed at the same speed, and said neatly: "Ghost face is a fighting ghost in the battlefield, with a mask on his face, his nature is ferocious, and he is more fierce than him. Thirty-three battles thirty-three. Victory. It can be said that gods block and kill gods and Buddhas! And..."

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is. What is the difference between this and push advertising? Hearing that, Xue Wusuan was directly stupid.

"Shut up!"

A roar sounded out of emotion, the sound shook the entire Netherworld, and all the dead souls immediately fell to their knees in hesitation. With extreme fear in my heart, they all kowtowed in the direction of Yama Hall. I don't know why the great Yan Jun is so angry.

And in Yama Hall. The three sticks of the Wang family and Bao Zheng were directly knocked to the ground by the shock. His soul body was shaking, and he couldn't even condense his mind back for a while.

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

Bao Zheng could only hold a moment of silence for his three bosses. It has long known that its three bosses have been fascinated by the killing and gambling. Whenever you have time, go to the arena to watch ghost fights, and if you have money, go to buy gambling~www.readwn.com~ If you win, you will buy wine and eat and drink. lost? It is rare to lose. He even paid off most of his debt by gambling.

Sometimes Bao Zheng wonders, does his three bosses just want to make money with the idea of ​​building up the arena and the gaming industry? I even quarreled with it several times. Now it's miserable. When Yan Jun saw such a look, he recited all the advertising words he gave to a ghost fight. Can this be any good?

"Let's talk about it. Why do you want to move the battlefield and gambling industries into the abyss. Well said, go to the second floor of **** for a hundred years. If you say badly, go to the third floor of **** for five hundred years."

Wang Erchui was amazed and thought he had heard it wrong, so he timidly followed: "Jun Yan, why should you be punished if you say it well?"

"There's no reason, it just doesn't look good to you. Come on, you only have one chance to explain."

After a moment of silence, the three clubs knelt on the ground and exchanged glances quickly. In the end, it was Wang Sledgehammer to fight against the banner.

"Reporting to Yan Jun, the three subordinates think that our ghost country is the backing and foundation of the unworldly underworld. No matter where Yan Jun's soldiers point to in the future, what is needed is not only the sequence of Yin soldiers and the brainless group in hell. The blood ghost. I also have to rely on my country of ghosts and ghosts.

And the fighting consciousness and fierceness of the people of the ghost country must be aligned with the sequence of Yin soldiers. This is the soul and ambition of a group! But 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.

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