Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he forced himself to calm down and read it carefully.
A few minutes later, he closed the document and pondered: "It turns out that there are still many natural spirits floating in the yang world. They will regard the returning yang and yin spirits as visitors from hell, and they will automatically be attracted..."
"This is not the most dangerous, the most dangerous is the predation areas in various places, and even many ghosts that have not been discovered... Based on the evolution of Yin spirits, the speed of devouring each other is the fastest, and the returning Yang spirits with pure Yin Qi of the underworld will be regarded as For the best food. Therefore, every time you return to the sun, there must be organized protection."
"Finally, it is the special organization in the world, or the wandering practitioners, don't be discovered by them. And there are many undiscovered instruments in the world. Sometimes a copper coin can make the yin and soul fly away..."
"Organized protection is not dangerous." He shook his head and continued to read.
Below, is the code of returning Yang.
"First, you can reveal the existence of the underworld, but you must not reveal any personnel, positions, information, and composition of the underworld... it makes sense."
"Second, you must not touch any human beings other than those who return to the yang... This is... Oh, it turns out that the return of the yang spirit is also a yin spirit, and relatives will not be affected by relatives, but contact with other human beings will be affected by yin qi, and supernatural events will occur. ."
"Three... No overdue. Four, no things can be brought back from the world, and all things must be burned back at festivals."
After watching it for more than half an hour, Secretary Zhou did not urge him. After half an hour, Zhang Zeguang raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's been a long wait." He smiled and nodded.
"Soon, Minister Zhang, have you decided? If you decide, I will reply to Sir Qin. Once the date is set, it will not be changed."
"It's decided." Zhang Zeguang handed back the documents with a red face, and said hoarsely, "Tomorrow night, please Qin Yanluo to arrange the return of the sun!"
Secretary Zhou took the documents and left. Zhang Zeguang lived not far away. Soon, he returned to the Lijing Palace Building.
He walked quickly to the front of Yan Luo's office, knocked on the door, and with the sound of entering, he walked in respectfully, and was about to speak, but his eyes flashed, leaning against the wall with a professional smile.
A soldier in ancient armor was sitting on a chair, and he knew very well that those who could sit down in Yama's office would not be able to interrupt him.
"You want to go back to Bao'an?" Qin Ye nodded slightly, then said to the soldier, "In a hurry?"
"I just remembered that it will be my father's birthday in a week. It is also the first birthday since I arrived in Yinsi. As a son of man, I have to go back." The soldier's Mandarin was very standard, and he replied with a smile.
"Is that so..." Qin Ye lightly tapped the table with his fingers, and then nodded: "Go quickly and go back, now that the Yang family will return to the Philippines, the military power here is in your hands. Those old generals still need to change their minds. There are no cannons and tanks in the underworld. I trust you more in cold weapon warfare."
"Yes." The soldier stood up and bowed deeply: "Master Qin, I want to leave tomorrow. My father liked Huaguo tea very much before he died. I'm going to take some back in the sun."
Qin Ye nodded and waved his hand. Just as the other party was leaving, he asked, "Secretary Zhou, how are you?"
Very normal query.
Couldn't see any problem, even Qin Ye didn't feel the slightest, because this is exactly what should have happened.
"Leader, Minister Zhang has already decided." Secretary Zhou replied respectfully: "Tomorrow night, he decided to return the sun. But leader, who am I looking for to pick up Minister Zhang? It seems that no relevant departments have been established."
This is a problem…
Qin Ye rubbed his temples. He could guarantee that 99% of Pengqiu's Yin spirits didn't know how to pick up this procedure. The clearest is him and Arthas, but want them to deliver it in person
When I have time, I have to set up a similar department. This is the difference between the world and the underworld... He quickly gathered his thoughts, and as he pondered, his brows gradually wrinkled.
There really is no one!
The danger of returning Yang lies in the ghosts in the Yangjian, and now most of the Yangjian has prey zones, which are basically at the level of ghosts and Juhun. Speaking of which, it is safest to escort Jusun... This is the first time the underworld has returned to Yang. He didn't want to make any mistakes.
It's a banner that attracts other spirits to work hard.
And his errands... Most of them are still in Bao'an as a trial judge.
"You let the one who just left wait." After thinking about it, he raised his chin and said.
"Yes. Leader, what's his name?"
"Oda Nobuyoshi." Qin Ye said carelessly, "When you ask him to go back, escort Minister Zhang. Delay him for a few hours and make up for his leave. You can take him directly to Minister Zhang."
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Dark palace.
There were ghost candles lit all around. Burning on the quaint lampstands. In the light, pieces of blue veil fluttered with the gloomy wind, hanging above the beams. And just behind the innermost veil, there is a vague figure.
There was no one here, but as the wind was blowing, the sound of ghost crying could be heard all the time, making people's hair stand on end.
Wuying touched the ground with his forehead, kneeling on the red carpet on the ground, not daring to move. His whole body was shaking slightly.
Even if there were no Yin spirits here, he still didn't dare to look directly at the figure behind the curtain.
"You said, the underworld messenger, I want to talk to you?" After a long time, a hoarse voice came from behind the curtain. Wuying immediately respectfully said: "Yes, he said that he came from Shayin Village, and his name was the Scorpion of Red Sand. The little ghost is not a general under his command at all."
"Sand Hidden Village... Scorpion of Red Sand?" Behind the curtain, a hoarse voice seemed to be thoughtful, and after a few seconds he sneered: "I've never heard of this name before, but you are not the other party as a shepherd's servant. The general of a combination... is really a real bad boy."
"Sir..." Wuying swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "He, he said..."
The palace was quiet, and only the ghostly fire in Wuying's eyes could be seen. Breathing quickly, after a long time, he suddenly kowtowed: "He said... He is your old master."
"Presumptuous!!" With the anger of this life, the curtain of the entire palace suddenly lifted, revealing a vague figure sitting on the chair of the Grand Master behind. There are also two blood-red auras.
Like Lai Junchen Li Linfu, this is a sign that the reincarnation of the six paths has been suppressed for too long, and the fire of the soul has been burnt dry!
"The old underworld is gone." The hoarse voice gritted his teeth and smiled: "This is what Liu Yu told me... Hehe... Maybe our relationship is not very good, but he won't lie to me about this kind of thing. Old master? Sigh... If the second generation of King Yama is still here, I can still be happy here? Or..."
Sand... Amidst the creepy rustling sound, the ghost fire in Wuying's eye sockets jumped wildly.
Right behind him... Countless hands... from his clothes, his hair, his back! Grow quickly!
It was a doll's hand.
However... it is a dead white covered with corpse spots!
Countless hands grabbed his eye sockets, mouth, and the black fingertips of his fingertips immediately plunged into it, and the yin qi overflowed in an instant! He screamed and rolled on the ground desperately!
"My lord... My lord!! Forgive my life!! The little devil just doesn't want to die!!" A shrill cry resounded through the hall, the hoarse voice was unheard of, and a little bit was carved into Wuying's head: "Or say... You are now The ghost of the underworld?"
Pain deep into the soul.
Wuying only felt that the soul body was burning frantically, and the genitals of the whole body poured out as if the gate was open, and the voice was sharp because of excessive panic: "No... No, sir! I was just ordered to pass the word!! I don't want to die! !"
This is Fu Jun.
The most peak existence below Yama, in charge of the life and death of Yin spirits in an area, even the old underworld has only a few dozen.
"I heard... You recited my name in Wuyang City?" Just as Wuying screamed mournfully, countless hands stretched out from his throat... from his mouth! It was as if there was an evil spirit in his body, about to burst out of his body! Incredibly weird!
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuu!!" Wuying shook her head desperately, a huge sense of fear occupying her whole body, trembling frantically, but her mouth was blocked by dead white hands, unable to say a word.
"Fu-kun, if you recite, you must know. I told you... and you actually recited my real name?"
"Why?"
"To whom?"
"Then... You still dare to go back to the Qin Palace? Wuying... Do you think that you are a judge, so I can't bear to let you go away?"
At this moment, the hoarse voice suddenly let out a scream. All the dead white hands disappeared in an instant, and in Wuying's arms, a golden streamer flew out, and then... exploded!
Brush Lala... The light illuminated the entire hall, and also illuminated the figure behind the curtain.
He was wearing a crimson robe skirt, lined with white flowers and a middle single, tied with a large belt, and a square-shaped collar. A jade sword, jade pendant and brocade ribbon hang on the waist. His face was extremely old, as if there was no flesh and blood, only a layer of skin wrapped around bones. There are two subtle red spots in the eye sockets, and there is no ghost fire at all.
"Zi!!" He suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a sharp roar, desperately blocking the light in the air. However, the golden light in the air was only fleeting, and then... it turned into a golden scale, suspended in the air.
"Heh...heh..." The curtain lowered again, the figure clutched his chest, staring at the sky in shock. After a long time, he screamed frantically: "This is... Listening... Listening?!"
"How is that possible! Why is the truth listening still?! If he is here, why let us go! This is impossible!!"
Screaming like crazy, the fear of the old underworld surged again in my heart. It was a nightmare that he had forgotten as much as he could, and he never dared to think about it again!
The tides of evil, the unstoppable rulers of the same rank, the Yama of the Ten Temples, the ghost kings of the six directions patrolling the wilds and the eight deserts... any one of them is enough to wake him up in a nightmare!
And this... turned out to be one of the two highest rulers in the underworld, the pet scales of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!
Come on... His teeth started chattering, he stared at the scales, his whole body was on guard, as if... every thorn stood on end when he encountered a dangerous hedgehog.
He wanted to escape, but couldn't move at all. It wasn't until ten minutes later that the scales were still only slowly exuding golden light, and he lost his strength and sat down on the Taishi chair with a thud.
Whoa!
As he sat down, his chest suddenly cracked open, and his ribs were stretched with flesh. Become a black hole.
A pitch-black baby, with corpse water flowing all over his body, sat there with blood-red ghost fires shining in his eyes, and with a scream, his tongue flew out like lightning, wrapped around Wuying's neck, and dragged him from the ground to him. .
"What did he say?" A gnashing voice sounded from the baby's body: "Tell me every word... tell me carefully..."