"Okay, Mrs. Mu, please follow me upstairs first." Ye Xian stood up, and Huo Zhongliang followed naturally. Zhao Nan reached out to stop him and said, "Sorry, Mr. Huo, our rules can only meet the signer alone, and outsiders cannot be present."

Huo Zhongliang asked in surprise: "Ah? Am I an outsider?"

Ye Xian turned around and smiled, his eyes rippling: "Are you still the one who is an insider?"

The voice was charming and Huo Zhongliang couldn't help but nodded repeatedly: "No, no."

Ye Xian took Old Mrs. Mu upstairs, and Huo Zhongliang wanted to pull his neck and shout: "One day I will become my own people with you."

But considering the current mood of Mrs. Mu, thinking about his friendship with Mu Qing, it is not the time to get a porcelain match with a woman. Huo Zhongliang finally held back, stared at Ye Xian's back without blinking, and wriggled his throat a few times, swallowing his saliva.

"Mrs. Mu, Chen San should have told you the rules for signing a contract here."

"Yes, it requires a lot of money, and it also requires a lot of money."

"So how much money do you have now?"

"Ten gold bars."

"Haha, these are five lives! In the past, one life was signed, which was more than this price."

Old Mrs. Mu pondered for a while, then took off a jade bracelet with excellent water head from her wrist: "Miss Ye, do you see if this bracelet is worth a little money?"

Ye Xian opened an antique shop and was someone who had seen good things. He took it and pulled the desk lamp at the bedside, looked at the light carefully for a while, nodded and said, "It's really good. Such a good green can be worth five gold bars."

"Do you see if this is enough?"

Ye Xian thought for a while and smiled: "That Chief Huo and Linglang are just in a superior and subordinate relationship?"

"Yes, I met my Qing'er in the military academy back then."

"I don't know if he is willing to hand over his soul."

Ye Xian said meaningfully.

Old Mrs. Mu was stunned: "How is this possible? He is just a friend, so don't implicate others."

"Mrs. Mrs. Mu, those who are in the army have never seen any posture. Maybe there is no taboo at all. Besides, I want a human soul, and it is not that I will die immediately after the matter is over. As long as the contract signs are alive, the soul cannot be taken away. If it dies, the soul will naturally leave the body. How cost-effective this business is."

"I'm willing, I'm willing." Old Mrs. Mu came down and asked, and Huo Zhongliang hurriedly agreed.

"Sir Huo, do you remember what you repeatedly told me before coming?"

Old Mrs. Mu pulled Huo Zhongliang to the corner and whispered.

"Instructions? What?"

Huo Zhongliang looked up and happened to meet Ye Xian's eyes. He grinned quickly, showed his neat little white teeth, and said silently: "I do." Ye Xian nodded, his eyes were shiny.

Zhao Nan snorted coldly: "It's so lustful. In this situation, even if you want his head to serve it, you will not hesitate."

Ye Xianze shook his head: "No, you underestimate him too much. This person understands in his heart. He thinks it is not reliable to hand over a soul. You see, if he wants him to hand over a few more gold bars, he will jump or not."

Zhao Nan laughed silently: "Why do the people you like are all calculating? No one loves without regrets, or even willing to give you his life?"

"Bah, I don't dare to want such a fool. I like smart people with ulterior motives. Those kind of love that come to life and can't be shaken off if they stick together. What if I don't like it in the future?"

Huo Zhongliang looked at Ye Xian and saw that the latter had a clear vision and no special expression. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in his heart that it was difficult for a good person to do. Baidu read the latest chapter of "The Contract of the Ghosts and the Jiezhong Literature" for free as soon as possible.

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