The ceremonial guards of the underworld dispersed.
Qin Ye's car was parked in the middle of the national highway, and there was no soldier around, and there was no evil. He was lying in the luxurious carriage, gently following the hair of listening to the truth.
When I came to Zhuzhou, I told Su Da that it was just by the way. The real reason was because Abra was here. Abra is the link to the Holy Spirit among the chiefs in Africa. and…
"After you find Abra, will you set off for Africa immediately?" Ting Ting opened his mouth, and Qin Ye familiarly put a snack into the dog's mouth.
No... why is the word familiar
I always feel... the movements are quite familiar... as if I have done it hundreds of thousands of times...
"Yeah." Qin Ye nodded: "It's not too late, there are only a few dozen days until the New Year's Day. Without passing the World Anti-Nuclear Treaty, I directly invite all the Holy Spirits to the scene... I'm really lucky now, I was born in China."
If it is in Japan, even if a metal reaction is found on the Korean peninsula. I also invited African chiefs. What would happen
"Oh, I see, let's step back." "Isn't that the territory of the underworld of China? Are you here to find us?" "Young man, it's a long way to go. It's not impossible to bypass the World Anti-Prohibition Treaty and give you a platform. .But, what about the labor fee... "
In short, it is: I know, you go to work, I have no time.
Euphemistically rejecting Sanlian.
Only the four permanent level can make this kind of invitation. Only the Four Changs, speaking of such a topic, can cause them to pay enough attention.
Because they hold the key to changing the world.
However, this is only a ticket to persuade the Holy Spirits.
"From here to Africa is the closest... You don't plan to take the underworld?"
"I don't plan. If a mansion lord leaves the country, he is a high-ranking messenger and will attract countless eyes. But they must never have imagined that there are Yin and Yang people in this world... Bah, such a thing as a walker who walks between life and death."
"... Should I say you're quick-witted, or a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory?"
Dong dong dong, at this moment, there were three polite and slow rhythm knocks on the carriage. An old-fashioned voice sounded from outside the car door: "The donor parked the car here, would you like to give Lao Na a few minutes?"
Before he finished speaking, Qin Ye walked down with Jingba in his arms, smiling at Master Chan Ming who was standing beside the car with his hands folded: "Of course."
Master Chan Ming looked at Qin Ye deeply, and after a long time he sighed softly: "Master Qin
"Whatever." Qin Ye raised his chin toward the seemingly endless national road: "Let's go?"
"It's what you want." Master Chan Ming smiled and nodded, but when he was walking, he was half a position behind Qin Ye.
Qin Ye sees it through but doesn't say it, and his heart is filled with emotion.
At first, in order to avoid the pursuit of Taoist masters, I had to join the special investigation department. Times have changed, but in two years, I have seen two of the highest combat power in the world, and... I dare not walk side by side with myself.
Not dare.
It is the attitude of the world, a kind of highest respect. They knew very well that Qin Ye did not represent himself, but the entire underworld!
The current situation of yin and yang imbalance... can no longer be tragic.
The whole journey was silent, and after a few minutes, Master Chan Ming sang a Buddha's horn and said solemnly: "Donor Qin, do you know that since the Mid-Yuan Festival, a total of relief sculptures related to the culture of the underworld have been unearthed in China, twelve poems, each of which are all with your name."
"Oh?"
"And all the museums, even the Taoist temples, have the most realistic representation of the name of King Yama, with the word Qin Ye clearly written."
"The government has allocated funds to build a new Temple of Hell in each city, and... all the old statues of Hell, whether it's the Great Emperor Fengdu or something, are all pushed and replaced with your name."
Qin Ye listened quietly. According to the theory of the intercommunication of yin and yang, there are some in the underworld, most of them in the sun, and some in the sun will also reflect the underworld.
Master Chan Ming turned around and said calmly: "And... Korea, all the myths related to death have all changed your name."
"Whether it's a history book, a record, an image, or a cultural relic... It's as if the myths and stories were all written and revised overnight, and the names on it... The ones related to death are all you."
"So, I want to ask, for the whole country. Qin Yanwang, how long will it take to end this ten-year-old supernatural disaster?"
"In places you can't see, countless soldiers and practitioners use their meager lives to block the prey areas. In places you can't think of, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, fathers and sons can only hug each other in the dark. … At least they can die together. There are countless villages that can’t be marked on the map, disappearing silently.”
His voice was trembling: "Qin Yanwang... This is all human life. Ten years of spiritual disaster, millions of people died here. We bear the pressure you can't imagine, even people like me who stepped into the coffin came out again. The three major forces are all false. If possible, Lao Na is willing to exchange the rest of his life for the eternal peace of the motherland."
He put his hands together and bowed deeply.
Qin Ye sighed, what can he say
Tell the other party, the first two years of the underworld
No, he didn't want to let the light dim. On the contrary, every time he heard similar words, he understood the function of Hades better.
I'm going to sit here.
Sit on this throne and bring yin and yang back into balance.
Yes, I may have been a small person, an ordinary person. But... for this desire, maybe... I can be a little bigger.
"It's coming soon." Qin Ye said sincerely: "Please come, just to tell Yangjian, as long as you are willing to help the underworld with all your strength, within a few years, the spiritual disaster will absolutely be completely subsided!"
"Northeast China, Dongshan Province, and Hui Province are already under our control. Next, is the Pearl River Delta area. Then, we will go down the river and recover our homeland!"
He has said these words many times, but this time, he said it to the three major forces. This is the government's statement.
It means... the underworld is actively participating in the balance of yin and yang, and regaining control of the order of yin and yang. What he was afraid of was not that he lacked confidence, but that the world would fall before dawn.
And... It can also smash (hao) wool, isn't it...
It's not just taking the opportunity to wipe oil! Can you call a dirty thing a wipe
"I wish the horse a success." Perhaps sensing his emotions, Master Chan Ming bowed deeply, and he got the answer he wanted.
He came to ask in person, just to get an affirmative answer. This answer... is completely different from what the trustee conveyed in the past!
The meaning is different. The status is different.
Yangjian needs an approved, affirmative answer.
In this way, their work can be coordinated and the implementation can be adjusted.
"Speaking of... After the old man died, will he also go to your place?"
"...Although it's not a good thing to say, but... This officer is wishing you all to go west every day... Please send this sincere blessing to the entire Special Investigation Division... Oh, don't forget SRC... "
Zen Ming: …
I'm just asking in a normal way! Wouldn't it be better for you to answer me normally? Don't add so much drama to yourself!
… … … … … …
Abra African Restaurant is a well-known African specialty restaurant in Zhuzhou.
From taji pot, to five-color rice, injera, gusmi, muamba... everything is available, and the price is very fair.
Chef Abra, every generation bears that name. Now it is the third generation, and the neighbors can't remember the name, but they are used to calling him Abra.
He has his own fixed biological clock, for example, he must go to bed after ten o'clock every night. Especially in these restless years.
He is not married, has no children, and has no relatives or friends. No one knows that at ten o'clock every night, the African chef who cooks delicious food will stand in his cloakroom and write on the mirror with a lipstick.
"Still no response... It's like something has cut off Hua Guo from the outside world..." He sighed, threw the lipstick to the window, covered his face with his hands, and sat on the chair.
That's not lipstick.
It's... a human phalanx!
The center is hollowed out, and the ruddy color inside... It's like flowing bone marrow!
The cloakroom is not big, and the full-length mirror in front of it is very old. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has a history of more than a hundred years. He sighed for a long time, and finally put down his hands, ready to stand up.
In any case, being able to serve the ancestor totem is the greatest glory of the Abra family.
Every time he comforted himself like this, but this time, just raised his head an inch, he was suddenly stunned.
someone...
It was gloomy, the temperature in the whole room dropped rapidly, a pair of black boots stepped on the ground, and then looked up, it was a scarlet robe...
This is…
A terrifying term suddenly rushed into his brain, and without thinking about it, he knelt down like crazy, and kowtowed desperately: "Meet the errand!!!"
"Hua Guoyu speaks well... After all, I have been in China for three generations." A young voice came from above his head, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next second, the other party's words almost made him jump up.
"Which Holy Spirit is your master? Which tribe do you belong to?"
boom! Like a thunderbolt hitting his brain, he really jumped up, but before he got up, an indescribable force came crashing down and pressed him to the ground.
"Have your ancestors told you to befriend the Zhu Ming family of Huaguo?"
"In the last hundred years, have any members of the Zhu Ming family approached you?"
"Say!!"
Kala la la la... The whole house, glass, furnishings, tables and chairs, rang in unison. This sound was like thunder breaking through the air. There was only despair in Abra's heart.
was discovered...
From the beginning of this mission, he had expected this day, but when it really came, it turned out to be... so desperate...
Is this the power of that world...
The lights in the house were still bright, but they didn't give him any sense of security. Because... there is no shadow on the ground.
"I... I'm sorry!!" He gritted his teeth, not daring to say a word.
silence.
Crazy silence.
After a few seconds, the voice above his head sounded again: "You seem to have misunderstood something."
His voice seemed to have a smile on his face: "Huaguo Difu does not mean to hold accountable. But..."
Swipe... A ticket landed in front of him: "Now, pack up and take this official to Africa. Your tribe."
"immediately."