He is already a prince.
Qin Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
It's been a few days... There are still endless yin qi around in all directions, like a mist. It's like the amniotic fluid that surrounds the baby. Also at this moment, a yin vortex suddenly condensed outside his eyebrows, and all the yin qi was absorbed like rivers flowing into the sea.
Swipe Lala... A red robe fluttered and fell to the ground with nowhere to go.
The chest, abdomen, and arms are embroidered with detailed pictures of the eighteen hells. If the ancient dragon robe. But the quality is much finer. The fabric is smooth and lustrous, and feels like fine winter snow to the touch.
Waist wrapped candle dragon jade belt. The button candle faucet is carefully crafted. Wearing a crown of Yishan on the head, it is inlaid with pearl carvings on the left and right, and the fine golden cicadas are densely packed, which is as beautiful as a work of art.
The former judge's pen, the book of life and death, became a dark token hanging on the waist. The three characters "Zhongfujun" are written in blood-red characters.
The yin qi was gradually swallowed up by the vortex on the forehead, and the bodies of Wang Chenghao, Oda Nobuzhong, Liu Changmin, and Quan Jinghao were revealed from behind the black mist. A pair of eyes stared straight at him.
"Fujun?" Yiwei said with an unbelievable look on his face: "It's done?"
Qin Ye felt it, then smiled and nodded: "It should be."
"Isn't it..." Wang Chenghao looked at it carefully: "It shouldn't be... This should have a vision of heaven and earth... For example, the bright moon grows in the sea, and the golden lotus grows in the bitter sea... You are such a lord so silent? Really? already?"
"It's really done." Oda Nobutada looked at Qin Ye excitedly. He is a little more powerful than the misnamed Shou He, and in his pupils, the appearance of Qin Ye is not at all swaying.
Rather... hell.
Qin Ye is hell at this moment.
Looking at it with ghost eyes, his human form has basically disappeared, and it has become a kind of spiritual body like a vortex. In the vortex, there is a surging ghost fire all the time, and countless sinners scream and cry in it. And... changing form all the time!
High-level yin difference, body shapeless. This is the fundamental reason why there has never been a record of high-grade yin-difference faces in history.
On the contrary, Zhong Kui is portrayed in detail. But no matter what information there is, there is no description of the real face of the mansion, the king of hell!
Because they are not genuine.
They themselves are the epitome of crime and punishment. They are swords, scales, laws, eyes of guilt, but not any creature.
"Congratulations, Lord Qin, for the advanced mansion!!" Oda Nobuzhong said with great excitement after bowing to the end.
In an underworld, only if there is a person in charge of at least a monarch level, can it be considered the top of the ranking! Only have the backbone!
Qin Ye smiled, he could clearly feel this kind of power, and it was accompanied by strong self-confidence.
"How long?" he asked with a sigh of relief.
"It's been two days since Marquis Zhong advanced." However, it was neither Wang Chenghao nor Oda Nobutada who answered him. Another hoarse voice came from behind. The door of room 402 slammed open, and a gorgeous carriage drove in.
Rumyantsev's carriage.
It's still a skeleton groomer, still a skeleton warhorse, still a gorgeous, gothic carriage, just like the first meeting. The difference is that this time, the body is officially hung with the family crest. It was a grizzly bear with a ribbon around it, a light gray grizzly bear with a blue ribbon and a white base. It is engraved with golden text in Russian: Peter.
Peter family.
The name of the family of the special envoy Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev.
As the carriage approached, Oda Nobuyuki, Wang Chenghao, Liu Changmin, and Quan Jinghao suddenly raised their heads, trembled all over, and took a few steps back as if they were electrocuted.
In their eyes, the world instantly turned black and white, and all the sounds disappeared, only the hooves of horses pulling carts and bones. Crisp and loud, every step seems to be stepping on their souls. Every sound made their souls swell, and then shrank suddenly, extremely uncomfortable!
Brush... In their field of vision, a pitch-black yin qi suddenly opened, and countless dead souls wailed and cried in it. Hands wrapped around yin qi formed an ocean, desperately trying to stretch out from the yin qi prison. But can never reach the other side. A kind of extremely twisted, bloodthirsty Karma, madly eroding their souls, making them want to hug their heads and scream.
At this moment, Qin Ye took a few steps forward quietly, just in front of them, and in an instant, all the illusions vanished. They suddenly realized that the carriage had stopped ten meters in front of them.
"This is it?" Wang Chenghao was full of cold sweat, looking at his hand and asked in amazement.
That feeling just now... It was like falling into the entrance of hell. The memories are the source of nightmares.
"The high-level form of coercion of the mansion? Maybe." Qin Ye put his hands on his back and said lightly, "I don't know yet. This is to test whether I have reached the mansion..."
The place was dead silent. After a few seconds, the driver jumped out of the carriage, opened the door respectfully, and stepped on the ground with a shiny leather shoe. Rumyantsev had taken the form of a human and walked down dignifiedly.
"Mr. Zhong." With a Hexi smile, he bowed respectfully: "Advanced Marquis, congratulations."
The enthusiasm of the attitude, it is completely impossible to see that the two have fought to the death before.
Maybe this is the true face of the other party? Or... a stunt of political creatures
If we say that international politics is a table, the left leg named assassination and the right leg named despicable are desperately kicking the person across the table. What a late meeting on the banks of the Seine.
This kind of work...
Very suitable for this king!
Qin Ye's smile was warmer than his, and he smiled reservedly: "You're welcome, if it wasn't for Marquis Peter's care, this official would not have been so quick."
The veins on Rumyantsev's forehead jumped violently, and the smile on his face was very standard.
He doesn't want to come, he doesn't want to come at all! He doesn't want to be here at all!
However, the loser must have the attitude of the loser. Because... Opposite is a top underworld spokesperson who eats people and doesn't spit out bones!
The Tsar's message has not yet arrived, and he must consciously make up for his fault. Even if you put your face on the ground.
"It is my honor to be able to help Mr. Zhong." Rumyantsev bowed gracefully again, and even the strictest etiquette teachers could not pick out a problem: "The Russian underworld has no intention of breaking our long-term relationship. In order to consolidate the Chinese and Russians For the friendship between the two countries, we specially prepared a sumptuous banquet, I don't know... At twelve o'clock in a week, can Mr. Zhong appreciate the honor?"
have a look.
This term, this wording.
Qin Ye almost thought that he and he were good friends!
"We?" Of course, Qin Yan Wang has always been familiar with the kung fu of pushing his nose and face: "Liu Yu?"
"Yes." Rumyantsev straightened up, with a standard smile, neither close nor unfamiliar, and kept at a perfect distance: "I think a pleasant dinner will help our two countries resolve some wonderful misunderstandings. What do you think?"
"If you call trespassing into a vassal state and launching a coup d'etat a misunderstanding. This official doesn't mind telling the King of Hell's opinion." Qin Ye said coldly.
Endure... I endure!
Rumyantsev took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. Such straightforward contempt, in the past, was all the attitude of the Russian underworld to face other underworlds, but now... it was actually used by one of the four regulars!
Just like how he felt before, Zhong Kui didn't understand etiquette at all! It's so savage that it doesn't look like a high-ranking official from a kingdom of heaven!
You win, I admit, and it's time to claim the spoils.
Make me spit blood happily, or make me spit blood unpleasantly, and quarrel with your country over the spoils, which would you choose
Even at such a time, do you have to slap this lord? !
His gesture was humble and incapable of faulting, and without answering, he made a gesture of please.
Qin Ye didn't move.
The scene is embarrassingly tinged with humiliating humiliation. On Rumyantsev's lowered head, his teeth were gnashing. This kind of dignified aloofness... it makes his life worse than death!
The loser has no dignity!
For twenty seconds, he didn't lift his body. Still maintaining the same posture, it was a world of difference from the attitude of the coachman to greet Qin Ye when he first saw Qin Ye's carriage. Only then did Qin Ye shake his sleeves, and Shi Shiran asked, "Address."
Rumyantsev took a deep breath and adjusted his facial expression. When he raised his head, his smile seemed to have never changed. He took out a pitch-black envelope, inlaid with gold powder around it, and handed it to Qin Ye.
"We sincerely await your visit."
Taking off his hat, he turned and got into the car.
As the carriage drove farther and farther, his face became colder and colder. When the door of 402 slammed shut, there was a loud bang in the carriage, and half of the car body turned to dust.
The wreckage fell, and Rumyantsev's skeletonized fist was still in the air, his facial muscles twisted fiercely. Sen Bai's teeth were intertwined.
"What a Chinese country... what a arrogant Si Chang!!"
"Today's humiliation... I remember... You better pray that you will never be weak!!"
"Damn!!отbратитeльныймусор!"
Across the door, Qin Ye looked at the invitation card in his hand with interest. Tsk tsk... It still smells of fragrant powder...
"Sir, are you going?" Oda Nobunaga asked tentatively.
Qin Ye nodded: "Of course."
"You're not afraid of..."
"Faithful." Qin Ye interrupted him and said with a smile, "It's different from your Warring States period now. There aren't so many banquets. Do you know about nuclear weapons? Kill the leader and it's over? Give them a hundred courage, and they won't dare to do anything to me."
"And..." He licked his lips excitedly: "This is a good time to loot the spoils!"
Booty
The four ghosts looked at each other, not quite keeping up with Qin Ye's brain waves.
"Do you know the Qing Dynasty?" Qin Ye sneered and rubbed his fingers: "Isn't it just fighting a battle to sign a treaty? We've fought a battle, and the oil and water haven't been caught yet, so why are we in a hurry to return to China?"
"Take a hundred hearts, I can guarantee that in the days to come, we will be the gods of the Hanyang Underworld. If we lose, we have to admit it, get beaten, and stand upright. Their consciousness is higher. And... "
His eyes looked at the huge underground: "How can you let go of so many spoils?"
Everyone followed his gaze and looked at Qin Ye like a ghost after a few seconds.
"The spoils you speak of... are they?!"