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Ye Jitou enthusiastically held Beelzebub's hand, shook it vigorously up and down, and said to Ghost Lantern, "Master Ghost Lantern, this person looks like an elite, he must be very powerful!"

Suddenly being praised, Beelzebub coughed dryly. He was modest but couldn't hide his pride: "It's not very powerful, but as Lord Satan's right-hand man, I need to be excellent so that I won't lose the face of Lord Satan."

Ghost Lantern and Kitahara Mizuno clapped their hands almost at the same time.

"You are too modest," Kitahara Mizuno glanced at Ghost Lantern, then looked at Beelzebub, walked over with a bright smile, very enthusiastic, "Ye Jitou, he is a rare talent, there is this Western Hell With the second in command, you will definitely benefit a lot.”

It only took a while for Kitahara Mizuno to understand what Ghost Lantern brought Beelzebub to do. Free labor is not in vain. Since he picked this relatively busy time to come, it is natural to become a labor force.

Beelzebub, who didn't know what Kitahara Mizuno was thinking, was once again deceived by the harmlessness and innocence on the surface of the former, and looked at by the other party's eyes that seemed to worship and admire, and couldn't help feeling flustered.

"He's right," Ghost Lamp took a step forward, "In order for you to further improve your ability to assist Lord Satan, please experience our workflow for yourself."

Beelzebub nodded confidently: "Okay."

Ye Jitou's eyes flashed brightly: "Lord Beelzebub, please come here, Lord Ghost Lantern has already explained in advance, just come over here, I will teach you by hand."

Beelzebub thought it strange that the bald head was too enthusiastic, but he was half pushed and half hit by Kitahara Mizuno's flattery, and was taken by Ye Jitou to "experience" this workflow.

Then he fell into a dire situation worse than hell.

Ye Jitou next to him seemed to be a different person after he started working. He was very strict and had a tough attitude, which made Beelzebub experience the daily life of a jailer in the recording department.

Kitahara Mizuno slipped away without a trace after he sat down, and Ghost Lamp also left.

Beelzebub was forced to stay in the recording department from morning to five in the afternoon, working all the time. The high-intensity pressure made him feel like he was out of his body. He felt that he was only breathing, his wrist was sore, his fingers seemed It was no longer his own, and Ye Jitou's harsh reprimand echoed in his ears.

Dizziness.

"Why are you standing up?" Ye Jitou came over.

Beelzebub is terrified when he sees him now, this guy is scarier than that ghost.

"Isn't it time to get off work?" Beelzebub said hesitantly, and suddenly found that the people around him were quietly sitting on their seats, working quickly with their hands, and his heart skipped a beat. He thought, what's going on in this department? Working overtime so consciously? !

Ye Jitou put his hands on his back: "Master Beelzebub, we don't have off-duty time here, we can only go back after finishing the work."

Beelzebub's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Hey, are you squeezing the employees too much! Has no one complained about you?!" What's going on in hell here? !

This is considered a public servant!

Ye Jitou said calmly: "You seem too lack of exercise, an essential part of studio life! I think you, as the second in command of Western Hell, this kind of awareness is necessary!"

Although these words are very hot, but Western Hell does not have such a horrible overtime system at all!

Oda Sakunosuke raised his head, this demon who is said to be from the west is really unlucky, he was trapped here by the ghost lamp and Kitahara Mizuno together.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, Kitahara Mizuno poked his head from the door, and Beelzebub, who didn't want to do this kind of mechanical and horrible work, suddenly saw a savior and shouted: "That Kitahara!"

"Huh?" Kitahara Mizuno walked in, and Beelzebub rushed in front of him in a big stride, wanting to vent his anger, but facing the innocent and puzzled face of the other party, he suddenly didn't know what to say when he was about to curse , It's like punching cotton with a punch, especially don't feel aggrieved, it hurts your liver.