In the empty and solemn temple, the candles with the height of the people were burning with raging fire, and the pale fire illuminated the temple as if it were daytime. Outside the temple, there are rows of ancestral warriors with skeleton masks, animal skin skirts inlaid with bone rings, and holding spears and strong shields. Row after row, a solemn and majestic army formation was formed along the road in the center of the temple.
In front of the temple, ten pale skeleton horns were made from the bones of some yin beast. The buffaloes were chained together, motionless, except for the scarlet ghost fires shining in their eye sockets, proving that they lived in the underworld.
In the army formation, a pitch-black flag fluttered in the wind, with a hideous cobra painted on it. There were at least a thousand people at the scene, but it was dead silent like a cemetery. The chilling atmosphere is like an invisible hand grasping one's heart. Anyone standing here can't breathe.
"Don't worry, this is Lord Holy Spirit's chief guard. Every Yin spirit's life is in the hands of Lord Holy Spirit, and there is no possibility of rebellion." Babru stood beside Qin Ye and replied with a smile.
Qin Ye nodded calmly. Last night, the diplomats of the Black Mamba Prefecture informed him that he would be invited to the Holy Spirit Temple at nine o'clock this morning. Unexpectedly, what greeted him was such a formal scene.
It was ten minutes before nine o'clock, and he looked through the fortified military formation to the closed door behind the temple. On the heavy stone gate, the frontal relief of the "African God of Death" Black Mamba is lifelike, occupying a whole meter high gate. Through this solemn door, he seemed to see the wise gaze of the old Holy Spirit inside, as well as the three elders, the Ancestral Witch, who were waiting in battle, but did not lack the standard sitting posture of etiquette.
So far, except for the escort of Deputy Chief Baburu, there has been no words. But all this in front of him was already telling Qin Ye the attitude of the Holy Spirit Black Mamba.
I know you are here.
I also know what you are here for.
Now that you have chosen to step back here. Well, you are here to convince me - this Holy Spirit and Chief who has lived on the African continent for thousands of years.
I will not face you with a private interview attitude like last time. Because, since you have taken this step, what we have to face is the negotiation between the underworld and the underworld.
Please come in here.
Approaching this door representing the African god of death, in history, the heads of the foreign underworld who entered here do not know how many, and you are one of them.
I will have a formal meeting with you here.
The noisy wind and the chilling Yin spirit seem to be telling all this. Qin Ye's face was unhappy.
Now that we have come this far, it is also the only and best solution at present. Fear is useless, and lack of preparation is not a reason. What we need to do can only be the best.
Even though his heart was beating wildly, his mind was exceptionally clear.
This is a moment worth remembering in the history of the New Underworld, comparable to the moment when Pengqiu was shot down.
Time passed minute by minute, and ten minutes later, the ancestral warriors in front of the temple blew their horns in unison, woohoo! The desolate trumpet sound resounded through the earth, adding a prestige to this chilling scene.
This is a dialogue between countries.
It's a deal between the god of death and the god of death.
This is a negotiation between the old king and the new rich.
Clap la la la... With the sound of the horn, the gate of the temple slowly opened. A stream of Yin Qi that belonged to Yama, the God of Death, and the Holy Spirit rushed out of the temple like a tsunami and swept the audience in an instant! In an instant, under the feet of all the chiefs' forbidden army, a pattern of Yin Qi that was connected end to end spread out.
That is a snake.
Black Mamba, the African god of death.
This is also... Army formation!
Any negotiation is a process of flexing muscles and probing. This is also the basic etiquette of negotiation. As this yin energy swept through the underworld, all the Imperial Guards bowed down in unison, and Qin Ye did the same, bowing deeply in the direction of the temple.
brush! A bright red carpet, like the snake letter of the Black Mamba, flew out of the sky and spread directly from the temple to Qin Ye. Babru stood up straight, with a solemn but seemingly sincere smile on his face, and made a gesture of invitation to Qin Ye.
Taking a deep breath, the majestic yin wind stimulated Qin Ye's hair to stand up one by one. However, at this moment, he still walked in without hesitation.
As the King of Hell, when the underworld kingdom is poor and weak, I must... do something.
Just behind him, Kaza, the Yin soldier spears on both sides stood up and crossed in the air. As he moved forward, the sound of clack clack from the rear could not be heard. Soon, a triumphal avenue of spears was formed.
Qin Ye did not look back, but walked firmly into the temple step by step. Just as he stepped in, the door behind him slammed shut.
At this moment, the entire temple fell into darkness. However, it immediately became bright again.
He immediately saw the layout of the entire temple.
In the center is a round table, not the rectangular dining table before. Stone round table with black mamba relief on the front. The legs supporting the stone table are also covered with complicated serpentine patterns.
There was no giant serpent-shaped skeleton pedestal from last time, and there was no arrangement in the temple. There were only ten huge candles, which were held by the main platform surrounded by double snakes, like a beacon in the dark night. Lonely and infiltrating.
The place where the candles can't be illuminated is endless darkness, as far as the eye can see, as if walking in the endless winter. It was like a night that never dawned. In this suffocating darkness, a rustling voice sounded slowly.
A pitch-black scale, like a black gem, occasionally shines in the darkness. Tell all the eunuchs that there is a dazed big thing outside this top-secret round table.
"Welcome, the messenger of Huaguo." The Holy Spirit Black Mamba sat in the first place, and the sitting position was not as casual as last time, but sat upright. The moment I saw it, I seemed to be facing a giant mountain, and the overwhelming pressure seemed to tell the world that it was one of the belongings of the dead on this planet.
The owner of death rights.
It stood up, put its four-fingered hands covered in scales on its abdomen, and bowed slightly. Today, it is very gorgeously dressed, not only with flashy gold accessories, but also like emeralds, rubies, and sapphires, with gold-backed shoulders, and a white almost transparent robe. There are even feathers with white feathers on a red background.
funny
No.
The extremely shocking folklore style brings only majesty under the yin pressure of Yama level.
Different majesty.
This is the dress for the official meeting of the African gods of death, including other gods of death, there is no qualification for ridicule.
Next to him sat the three elders, Fanxing, Lieyang, and Jiaoyue, who were also gorgeously dressed. Ancestral witch with a skeleton mask and a totem tattoo stood up at the same time on the other side. He gestured please to the last chair.
Qin Ye clasped his fists in both hands and bowed deeply. Sitting on the chair without saying a word.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the wooden chair was obviously cold, but he felt terrifyingly hot. Let your blood vessels pulsate slightly.
It wasn't until he sat here that he felt... his fingers were trembling slightly unconsciously.
"Don't panic! Don't panic!" In my mind, the calm and nervous army charged at each other. This kind of meeting with a sense of ceremony, solemnity, and formality, you only know how much pressure you have when you sit up. But now, there is no way out.
Behind him, also represents a hell.
Even... or ever... no! One of the top underworlds now!
"Calm down... Qin Ye, what you can do... Be calm! No one is born with it. Even the founding fathers of the Xinhua Kingdom in the world are just toddlers, learning how to establish diplomatic relations with foreign countries. At least others don't. Know the truth about the underworld of China!"
With constant self-suggestion, the calm army in my heart finally occupied the high ground. A minute has passed by now. And several waiters hidden in the shadows have served coffee respectfully. Then…
Standing like a stone sculpture between the gaps of the candles. It doesn't even hide the elongated shape of the raised waist.
That's the scabbard.
The Holy Spirit Black Mamba gently lifted the coffee cup, took a sip, and a kind smile appeared on the snake's head: "Lord Qin, please allow me, on behalf of the Black Mamba, to express my sincerity to your country and your presence again. Welcome."
it has started…
Qin Ye's heart that had just calmed down instantly jumped wildly, his fingers trembling like cramps, he silently tapped the armrest of the chair, smiled and nodded politely, "This official represents the Fengdu Underworld, as well as the second and third Hell Kings, My sincere thanks to you.”
The other party is asking his identity!
In the past few days, he has understood that he can no longer use Zhu Ming's son-in-law as his identity. Because... gate valves don't do that.
No clan would make jokes about the underworld that had nothing to do with clans because of their own jokes. Sending an emissary to return to the underworld of Huaguo to get information - it is not necessary to prove this joke. To prove it, it can only be the handwriting of the ruling government.
So, don't hide it.
Sure enough, all the evildoers of the Black Mamba underworld did not feel the slightest surprise. The Holy Spirit Black Mamba pondered for a moment, and said preemptively: "In view of the unpredictable situation in the underworld of China, the underworld of China wants to ask the underworld to stand beside China? Why? Because the underworld of Russia wants to get involved in the forbidden art? Because there are people behind the underworld of Russia. The shadow of the Greek underworld? Lord Qin, I think it's better not to use such an inferior provocation method."
"Talking between the two major underworlds should still be based on honesty."
"Please allow me to point out three points." Qin Ye's thinking had already moved to the fastest speed. As soon as the other party's words fell, he said solemnly: "First of all, it is not that there is an unpredictable situation in Huaguo. Or, do you think that when the second generation of Hades is still there, is there anything he can't control?"
"As far as I know, there are several big families in your country, and the King of Hell does not have a strong grasp on them. For example... the smuggling of the Zhu Ming family that you represented once to Africa?"
"Then you mean that China has lost control?"
"Not necessarily?" The Holy Spirit Black Mamba leaned on the chair and looked at Qin Ye deeply, as if he could pierce his heart through his flesh: "A change of regime often means war. China has been closed to the country for a hundred years, and the details are kept secret. Maybe there are no special circumstances?"
"Sir Holy Spirit." Qin Ye's smile also cooled down: "These are boring enough to make people laugh, please don't speculate on your own, okay? Three thousand years of civil unrest in the underworld? I can't think of anything other than making people laugh. significance."
"To borrow a sentence from you just now, the conversation between the two major underworlds should still be based on honesty. This official, and the emissary represented by this official, do not want to waste time on such meaningless things!"