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Chapter 1790 The trouble of the underworld

Ye Chen, who had finished the live broadcast, stood up, and glanced casually, feeling a little surprised. He did not expect that the separation would come so quickly, making him unprepared.

The house next to him, the one that originally belonged to Ouyang Lianhua was empty.

He sighed, then a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "This is still a good thing for you."

In this world, picking up is never difficult. Only by letting go is very difficult.

Ye Chen, who was about to walk out of the room, suddenly frowned and then waved his hand to close the entire space.

He really doesn't like such uninvited guests to disturb him, but he has already arrived, so he has no choice but to accept him. After all, he still has to give the boss of the underworld some face.

The room was full of yin energy. A bull-headed ghost appeared in front of Ye Chen after a burst of blue smoke. His face was smiling and his luggage was respectful: "The Immortal..."

Ye Chen said impatiently: "If you have something to say, I really don't like your meaningless etiquette. It's a waste of my time. Next time, don't come to me at this time. There are ordinary people at home now, and if they accidentally let their yin energy enter their body, it will be a bad thing."

The bullheaded ghost was so scared that his face was pale and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, the matter is a bit urgent this time, so it's...

Ye Chen interrupted the butter kid without hesitation: "I don't care how urgent your matter is. I said, don't come at this time, don't you understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm wrong." The bullheaded ghost was really afraid, but he knew very well what kind of existence the master in front of him was.

Even if the King of Hell is really here, he should treat him with courtesy. If he is really angry about this incident, even if he solves himself, the King of Hell will not really come to stand up for him.

Maybe the King of Hell will come to apologize in person.

Seeing the bull-headed ghost so scared, Ye Chen was also a little surprised. But after a moment, he realized that his current strength and status were no longer comparable to those before.

Even the aura that I inadvertently emitted was enough to make these little ghosts frightened. It is not too strange to have such a situation now.

"Forget it, you can't blame you for this matter. There was no such rule before. Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

For example, the cowheaded ghost who was granted a general scrutiny wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's right. Something happened in the underworld recently. The King of Hell wants to ask you to go to the underworld to discuss how to solve this matter, so he specially sent a young man to notify the immortal."

Ye Chen waved his hand: "Okay, I understand. I will take time to go there, you can go back first."

When the bullheaded little ghost heard Ye Chen say this, he dared not say a word of nonsense, and immediately nodded repeatedly. Then he disappeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes.

Ye Chen pushed the room away, as if nothing had happened, and he finished breakfast with his family. After all the family went to work, he started to feel and glanced around the underworld.
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