Guan Gen didn't see it, and continued to talk to himself: "However, he left later. I didn't expect that it would be separated from each other again."
"My condolences." Qin Ye finally opened his mouth and answered hoarsely.
Guan Gen turned his head to look at him, just staring into his eyes without blinking. His lips moved, and it took three minutes before he asked in a deep voice, "How did he... die?"
"The impermanence-level Specter, I was lucky to survive." Qin Ye said weakly.
"You don't seem to be feeling anything?"
"Why?" Qin Ye replied indifferently, "There are not twenty or ten investigators who die in front of Yin spirits every day. I hurt spring and autumn for them every day? Mr. Guan, it's no wonder that you can never be transferred in Xinkang City. go."
The words were very rude, but Guan Gen nodded in agreement, and stood up with a sigh: "I was suspicious."
"Then... Mr. Qin, goodbye. In addition, your plane will return to Bao'an in three days. Finally... I hope you are telling the truth." The death of a colleague."
Qin Ye didn't answer. With a thud, the door of the ward closed.
In the house, he was the only one left. After eating a piece of fruit, I couldn't help but rushed up with a sense of fatigue.
really tired...
After a busy few days, this evening, not only was my body tired, but my mind was even more tired.
Let's take a rest... After a sigh of relief, there is a control light by the bedside, twist it, and the light goes out quietly. However... just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he jumped up like an electric shock.
brush! One after another disguised True Qi burst out of the seven orifices frantically, rolled his body, tore off the instrument and suddenly rolled to the other side of the bed, lying low like a cheetah, his eyes fixed on the position of the knob. The heart is beating wildly.
Just now... when he withdrew his hand. A man's hand... touched him.
Cold and inelastic.
That is the hand of a man who has been dead for an unknown time!
In this darkness, there is another person. a dead man. The moving dead.
Whoa! The windows of the ward were all opened, and the curtains fluttered straight up. In the pale moonlight, he suddenly discovered... At the originally empty bedside, a figure was sitting at some point!
There are two beds in this ward. Originally, the bed next to him was empty, but now, this figure was sitting beside the bed with his back behind him, standing upright.
"Woooo..." The voice was hoarse, with an indescribable terror. The dark night, the ward, the single person, the window that suddenly opened, the crazy night wind, the flying curtains... All of these made Qin Ye feel goosebumps on his arm.
"Woo woo... woo woo woo..."
The voice was mixed in the night wind, like weeping. Desolately causing the hair to stand upside down, Qin Ye took a deep breath, and his hand was already on the Yan Luoyin.
ghost...
The devil is coming.
And... more than impermanence! To be able to sit beside him unknowingly, he can't even notice!
Just when he was about to turn Yan Luoyin, suddenly, the TV on the opposite side flickered and lit up by himself.
It was obviously a TV, but at this moment there was a black and white screen like a monitor. Qin Ye was shocked to see... in the picture, the passageway... was crowded with people.
dead.
Countless yin qi lingered all over the body... the living dead.
Unable to see their faces, they were wearing colorful long gowns, cyan, black, blue, white... with torn oil-paper umbrellas, they were very high, almost reaching the ceiling. They were crowded into two rows, a bell in hand, slowly drifting down the hospital corridor. The rear spreads like a sea of tides and yin. At this moment, the door to his room opened with a squeak.
Even Qin Ye felt his hair stand on end at this moment.
This kind of terror, completely different from the past, is a repressed, silent, suffocating terror.
Cold sweat broke out desperately, and his sweat-stained hands tightly clenched the fragments of Yan Luoyin, which was his last trump card.
"Ah... ah..." Li Gui cried incessantly, as if there were eighteen hells outside the door. Every sound made the decibel of fear in my heart one point higher. He gritted his teeth and immediately turned the Yan Luoyin, only to find that...
Can't turn.
"Fujun can already influence the yin and yang movements of the small banhua country..." A hoarse voice floated from the door like a ghost: "It's just impermanent... just stay quiet..."
Daoist!
Qin Ye's scalp was about to explode, he immediately understood what it was!
The Lord is here!
He still underestimated the importance that the Taoist gave to the new underworld... Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, I really didn't expect... The Taoist went out in person.
Papa... Before he finished speaking, he put a hand on the door and pushed the door completely open.
Boom... The door slammed against the wall, making a muffled sound. In the silent late-night hospital, it was extremely infiltrating.
It was a pale hand. Stiff and cold, covered with corpse spots, a multicolored robe can be faintly seen at the end of the corner. The next second, an oil-paper umbrella stretched out from the corner. Covering the pale moonlight, revealing the disheveled head below, one blood-red eye stared at Qin Ye.
"Heh..." Qin Yeqiang calmed himself down and bit his lip. At the door, the second oil-paper umbrella... The third... In less than ten seconds, the door of the ward in the dark at night was already full of oil-paper umbrellas. The heads with black hair of half a meter and the blood-red eyes were open. Heads stick out twisted on either side of the door, staring at him. Only then did Qin Ye see clearly that under the black hair... it was all paper.
Ding bell... ding bell... The bell rang at the door. Following the bell, Qin Ye suddenly found that the walls in the room had begun to peel off, as if decades had passed in an instant.
The walls began to turn black, the corners were covered with black-cyan mold, and damp marks appeared on the ceiling, and soon... Drops of blood dripped down like rain. As if... he was alone in an abandoned room.
A figure appeared at the door. The other party did not hold an umbrella. At the moment of appearance, all the people who were holding umbrellas and paper pricked people knelt down. That figure turned into a yin wind in the blink of an eye, and finally, a yin vortex formed in front of Qin Ye.
"Yin difference." In the vortex, Yin Qi boiled, forming a distorted face. He said with certainty: "The real bad guy... The underworld actually exists... It's unbelievable..."
"Daoist Asura?" Qin Ye said with extreme vigilance. Just now, that kind of evil can feel the real terror, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"It's just a projection. Tian Gang Twenty has my Yin Qi coordinates. Wherever he is, he can temporarily activate the coordinates on his body and open a Yin spirit channel. Although I am too strong to pass through such a narrow channel, but, Put a projection over and kill you along the way. I can still do it." The face in the vortex said slowly.
A projection can have such a powerful oppression, is this a ghost at the level of a mansion... Qin Ye didn't speak, and he was already thinking quickly in his mind, what to do.
What can I do to calm the opponent down
There is a way... Where is the most fundamental conflict of interest between yourself and the Taoist? As long as this knot is opened, it will definitely make the other party stable.
No one spoke, and after a full minute, Taoist Asura said, "New Underworld... how's it going?"
"Not much." Qin Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly.
Silence again.
The Taoist was a little confused.
Are you... What's your answer
The normal script should not be: our new underworld is very good and powerful, and it is not a problem to kill you scumbag. Is that right
Did all the previous yin chasing answer this way
You... suddenly came up and confessed, knowing that this Daoist was not mentally prepared...
Without waiting for the Dao Master to come back to his senses, Qin Ye immediately said, "The Six Paths of Reincarnation have not been built, and neither have the Eighteen Hells. The old Underworld collapses, and there will be a Gu to return to the heavens. There is no inheritance. We are now just a hundred and one hundred wastes waiting to be revived."
Master Shura: "..."
Honey, wake up!
You are evil! From the moment we enter the underworld system, we have to capture our heinous souls. Aren't we naturally antagonistic? In other words... you beep like this, so the master's vigilance suddenly relaxes a lot. What's the matter...
I've never seen an emissary who stepped on the ground first... I'm afraid I've seen a fake emissary...
Without giving him time to react, Qin Ye then quickly said, "Think I'm lying to you? No, think about it carefully. Are there any talents in the new underworld? All the talents will ascend to the sky with the Ksitigarbha, and the new underworld will be just a Yama, busy with the construction of the underworld. You are too busy, do you think you still have time to focus on you?"
The so-called eloquent words are the state of Qin Ye at the moment. He is very clear that if one of them is wrong, no one will know that he is dead today. Extreme crises lead to a surge of adrenalin and mind-blowing. Then he said: "Material? A pure new underworld, there is no inheritance, where does the material come from? If there is material, do you think that your soul search in the three major areas will go so smoothly? There has been a ghost and you robbed it long ago, right? Don't talk too much, just canonize hundreds of detained souls, how many impermanence do you have? Are you busy? Can you snatch the new underworld?"
It seems... that's it... The Taoist was full of threats and was smothered in his stomach, but he always felt that something was wrong
"No one has no materials, how to develop? You should know better than us about Six Paths of Samsara. How much materials are needed to build it? I bet, at least one or two hundred years, the underworld will not have time to take care of you."
Yes... that's the dead end!
The underworld is responsible for punishing evil and promoting good, and the six yin spirits must have no forgiveness for their sins during their lifetime, and the Taoist is naturally afraid of being arrested. but…
That's the old underworld.
The tenet of the new underworld: If you can be stubborn, you will never join the regiment.
Six evildoers
It's none of my business.
"Even this official has heard from King Yama." Qin Ye said in a persuasive manner, "If you can refrain from doing evil from now on, and keep yourselves safe until the new underworld is built, then... it's not impossible to confer an official position and officially enter the underworld system."
"What?!" This time, Taoist Shura was shocked.
Now it's the third... The third Yama, right? Are you a dog!
The first and second Yama Kings seem to have heard these words, and I am afraid they will jump out and shoot you to death!
Completely contradicts the purpose of the underworld! You... you are a traitor to the party! He never dreamed that this King Yama actually made such a trick!
Completely out of order!