Yama Rising

Chapter 18: Door-to-door

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"Then he's here to demonstrate?" Qin Ye rubbed his phone thoughtfully, and finally pressed the answer button.

Hands-free on.

There is no sound.

It's like connecting the endless and deep hell.

Sudden silence.

Just twenty seconds later, a voice suddenly appeared.

That's water droplets.

The sound of water droplets falling from mid-air to the ground.

Tick-tock... tick-tock... Quietly makes one's heart tremble.

"Uh... uh uh..." At this moment, there was finally a different voice on the phone, very faint but continuous.

It's like a person who has been locked underground for decades without drinking water. He keeps opening his mouth and breathing in short breaths. The sound from his broken throat seems to be slicing through glass shards.

"Bad review, dear." Qin Ye said, "Don't show this kind of ghost movie in the 1990s, low-end! I'm not talking about you, as a ghost of the new era, can you keep pace with the times? Is it interesting to copy the voice of The Grudge? Have you asked Miss Gaya about the copyright?"

"Don't..." A low, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, intermittently, as if playing an old-fashioned tape recorder.

Qin Ye sneered: "Don't? Don't say anything? Now you know you're afraid? Didn't you play happily a few days ago?"

However, it was unheard of on the mobile phone, and the voice spoke hoarsely according to the same suppressed frequency: "Tu..."

“Idle…”

"thing!"

Duo - After saying these words, the phone hung up immediately.

"You have a good temper..." Qin Ye suppressed the cynical look on his face and looked at the Soul Sealing Ball on the table: "How is it?"

"There is a lot of information." Arthas pondered for a moment before speaking: "First of all, you need to know the classification of a ghost. According to the classification of S to E, there are actually corresponding classifications."

"E-level corresponds to ordinary souls, that is, natural spirits. D corresponds to resentful spirits. Before death, the obsession is too strong, and after death, the soul condenses and does not disperse. It becomes a resentful spirit. This kind of resentful spirit has only ordinary instincts."

"D corresponds to evil spirits. Evil spirits already have the essence of infringing people's thoughts and affecting certain foreign objects. Once discovered, they must be eradicated. Moreover, they already have a certain way of thinking, and conversations are no different from humans."

"This ghost speaks hesitantly, which is quite unfavorable. It should not have evolved into a D-level evil spirit. With the correct academic name, it is either a pseudo evil spirit or a resentful spirit." Arthas said solemnly: "This means... She has never really mastered the fragments of Yan Luoyin. The strength will never be too strong. It is within your ability."

"It shouldn't be." Qin Ye rubbed his phone lightly, and after a few seconds he said firmly, "Yes."

"The way I spoke suddenly, she didn't respond at all, and her voice didn't change. This shows that she has no consciousness at all. Her existence is obsession, and what she wants is the death of the Wang family. Others are not considered at all."

He frowned slightly, paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "But... have you ever thought about it, she is not strong enough, but she dares to formally fight the yin, and she can actually attack Wang Chenghao in the daytime. This is beyond The realm of resentment."

Arthas was suddenly silent. After a few seconds, he said lightly: "Do you know... Humans are very interesting creatures."

"I really want to know, that day you bowed your knees to Meng Po Nuyan on the Naihe Bridge. You used to be stubborn, but now you are tit for tat with this obviously problematic ghost, thinking like a shredded cocoon, which is the real you?"

It only took a few seconds from the time the phone was connected to Qin Ye's sudden question, but the other party made the most correct choice. Seemingly innocuous questions, they got the answers they wanted.

The true strength of the opponent!

As soon as Qin Ye opened his mouth, Arthas immediately understood what he was thinking. An old man, an old ghost, has no rehearsal to cooperate perfectly.

"...Please use your words accurately. What is a kneeling bow, it's called a tactical retreat." Qin Ye said angrily, "I also want to be stubborn, but now I have no choice, then..."

Arthas: "No need to wait any longer?"

"No." Qin Ye said sadly, "You can jump off the wall in a hurry..."

The young man's cognition of himself is very accurate... Arthas suddenly felt that it was reasonable, and there was no room for refutation.

"What are you going to do?"

Qin Ye sneered: "Originally, I wanted to solve the problem at the root, and I also left a way out for myself... But if Wang Chenghao is gone, there is no way out."

"Kill the past." He said coldly: "Dare to challenge the underworld, I really don't know whether to live or die."

"...Should I be relieved? After you know her true strength, she seems to be a lot tougher all of a sudden? I'm really uncomfortable with the style of changing from Gintama to Dragon Ball..."

"...you know what, it's called a tactical choice."

The weather is very weird today. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the cloudless sky turned gloomy.

Brush Lala... The wind gradually picked up, and everyone could see that a rainstorm was coming soon.

At six o'clock, with a loud bang, the blue-white electric dragon roamed away in the sky that had become the bottom of the pot. The whole ground was flickering in the thunderous fury.

"Heh..." Behind him, the wooden door was silently pushed open, and an oil-paper umbrella slowly stretched out. Below Qin Ye, dressed in a pitch-black ghost uniform, the governor of hell, opened the door at the moment of encountering the devil.

call! The horns of his robes were instantly blown by the storm with the storm. Now at six o'clock, I don't know if there are more and more supernatural incidents on the Internet, and the government has not intervened strongly. After six o'clock, the entire county town is dead. Only dim street lamps speak of civilization.

This is Funeral Street.

Whoa!

The torrential rain poured down, and there were countless silver lines between heaven and earth. On the streets that should have been sparsely populated, a few people, old and young, could drift by from time to time. However, everyone is blue and white, and there is only one color in the whole body.

A trace of smoke drifted out from them from time to time. If you look closely, everyone's feet are not really touching the ground, just like puppets, monotonously and repeatedly doing the actions they did in their lifetimes.

This is the soul, and also the natural spirit.

"Because the underworld is vacant, the soul has nowhere to go and floats around." Arthas whispered: "If there is no more consul in a place... The world will soon usher in a major collapse."

Qin Ye nodded slightly, and the rainwater formed a curtain of water on the edge of the oil-paper umbrella. As Qin Ye walked farther and farther, wherever he passed, those wandering natural spirits lay on the ground obediently, trembling like an emperor inspecting his ministers.

There is no reason, there is still instinct.

Crash... The soul hook on the waist squeaked softly. Qin Ye squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Haiyue Company: "Thunder is furious, the gate of the underworld is open, how can you not die?"

It is about my life and death in three days. I originally wanted to make a peaceful evolution, but now I can't avoid it. Then... everyone has to fight.

At the same time, in the Haiyue company building, two blood-red eyes seemed to sense something, and they looked towards the funeral street in the thunderstorm.

"Uh... uh uh uh..."

Qin Ye walked slowly, and he saw the souls that were already flying everywhere in the county.

The county town is not big, and soon, he walked to the door of Haiyue Company.

This is a five-story building, which is already a prominent building in this county. It should have been built in the 1900s, and some traces of the years can already be seen. At this moment, the door that should have been closed was silently opened, and there was a dim light inside. Like the gates of hell.

"A ghost... Didn't he come from hell?" Qin Ye didn't stop and walked in one step at a time.

There is a big front desk, but unfortunately there is no one. Lightning flashed, and the hall was illuminated in black and white. Qin Ye walked to the elevator and pressed the button. Just as the door closed. The lights in the elevator flickered and went out completely. His eyes jumped suddenly.

someone.

In the originally empty elevator, the elevator door that had just closed reflected behind him... A woman with loose hair, her head lowered, wearing a black dress and red high heels.

She, so quietly, stood behind her shadow!

That blood-red eye, just under the loose hair, stared at himself in the suddenly extinguished light.

At the moment when light and dark meet.

Zilla... Strangely, the elevator was still going up. In the dark space, there was a strange sound.

"Uh... uh uh..." Right behind Qin Ye!

In the darkness, Qin Ye's hand had silently touched the handle of the knife. His ears were as gentle as a tiger, moving slowly, and his breathing had been suppressed to a minimum.

One person and one ghost, listening to each other in the dark.

Sand... A faint cold wind blew the cold hairs on Qin Ye's neck, and at the same time, a bright meteor suddenly flashed in the darkness.

That is knife light.

Meteor flying jade bullets, sword falling autumn frost.

The sound of drawing the knife and closing the knife sounded in the darkness almost at the same time, and in the next second, with a shrill scream, the lights turned on with a bang, and only Qin Ye was left in the elevator. The next second, the elevator suddenly opened.

the third floor.

He clearly pressed the fifth floor.

"Not only resisting arrest, but also attacking the police." A thunderbolt flashed, and Qin Ye's hand on the hilt of the knife was shone on it: "Then... this officer is welcome."

Before he finished speaking, the ecstasy rope around his waist made a crisp sound, and instantly turned into a dozen iron chains, rushing in all directions.

The chain seemed to have no end. With a roar, all the doors, desks, data cabinets on the third floor... shattered in response! They were Qin Ye's eyes. The hooks at the end of the chains sank into the wall, but within ten seconds, countless chains were intertwined, dividing the entire first floor into countless areas.

White paper flutters in the sky.

"Ding bell..." There was a light sound at the head of the chain on Qin Ye's waist, and the surrounding silver bells rang out for no apparent reason, and the tide came.

"Escaped." Arthas said lightly: "The strength is weaker than imagined. Where does it think it can escape? There are only five floors, and the layers are blocked, and there is thunder outside. As long as it dares to go out, it will surely die."

Qin Ye didn't answer, his pupils were already glowing with white light.

The ghost messenger is not such a high-level messenger, just like the village chief of the underworld. They don't have magical powers like impermanence and judge. In addition to the ghost sword in his hand and the low-end magic weapon such as the hook on his waist, he relied on some benefits of being a civil servant in the underworld.

Tong Youtong, the most basic benefit. Everything in the eyes becomes black and white, and there is nothing to hide. Day and night make no difference to the yin.

"Escaped?" He squeezed the handle of the knife hard: "Yeah... The main body escaped, then tell me, what is this?"

Arthas was also stunned for a while, and said stunned: "This is..."