The plane landed steadily at Jeju Airport and was tossed around several times. Qin Ye finally stood in front of Pengqiu again.
I don't know if it was because he used his brain too much this time, but when he saw Pengqiu again, he felt unusually kind. He went straight back to his place and had a good rest.
The time is now on December 13th, and there are still 18 days until New Year's Day. In this game, Huaguo Difu has calmly grasped the opportunity, and now, he has enough time to rest.
"Guess what this is?" When Qin Ye put a bag of local specialties in front of Di Ting sitting at the desk the next day, the other party didn't lift his head: "It seems that the trip to Africa went well."
"You don't even look at who came out in person." Qin Ye sat lazily on the chair, looked at the teacup, there was not a drop of water, and he shouted in a long voice, "Assistant Wang!"
"It's useless for you to shout." Ting Tinggou's paws pressed the documents one by one: "He was sent by this official to the outskirts of the city for inspection, and he couldn't come back every day."
Then you don't know how to be conscious
Qin Ye coughed dryly: "Then what, brother..."
Slam, Di Ting put down the file and gave him a very bad look: "Old Di?"
"It's alright... Long time no see, I miss it so much, so I just shout... Whatever you want, you're busy..." Qin Ye, who was very protective of himself, immediately picked up the glass and poured himself a glass of water. Then he took Jingba into his arms and said while smoothing his hair: "Ask you... What secrets do you and Feathered Serpent have?"
The truth is too lazy to care about him, and the dog's ears are directly covered.
"It shouldn't be..." Qin Ye thought and repeated the words of Feather Serpent God. After listening to this, he said lazily, "What's so hard to understand about this?"
It sneered: "If the Underworld of China helps it escape the devour of Heaven, do you think we will let it go back? Besides, it will go back? Where will it go?"
"Whether it goes to Africa or other states, it is the god of Aztec mythology. Its god system is in danger of dissipating. Apart from staying in China and being a good beast of peace, where can it go?"
Qin Ye frowned, tugging at DiListen's ear, and in exchange for a black mouth, he opened his teeth with a grin in pain, and inhaled, "But staying in China... after its divine system dissipates, it should also exist. Soon, won't it?"
After listening to it, Di was addicted to the mouth, and slumped in Qin Ye's arms: "It's simple, just hit it down."
wHAT? !
Dad asked how to solve it, you gave such a brutal approach
"I didn't expect it?" Di Ting jumped onto the table and sneered: "With the natural belt and road party, the three major Hades of the New World are now dead bones in the tomb, if Feng are still there, the second generation may directly send a letter to let them submit. What happened when it came down?"
"Once it is conquered, the gods will return to the underworld of Huaguo, and the Feathered Serpent God will have its roots. It is not a problem to restore strength. I am afraid... those three Hades are also doing their last struggle. If they find that everything is useless, then... They are for the sake of If I don’t want to die, I will choose to surrender.”
"Of course, there are also arrogant and arrogant, unwilling to submit, willing to return to the void with ancient wealth... That is also an extremely rare scene."
Qin Ye sighed. The tree wants to be still but the wind is not constant.
Like the underworld, there are also disputes between countries. The biggest dispute in the world lies in the right to speak in the world between China and the United States, while in the underworld... the four major underworlds contend, and the first-class underworld covets. Survive in the cracks of many second-rate underworld. In this world where power is paramount, the rules are more bloody and straightforward than in the world.
He had a hunch that the collapse of the three underworld gods in the New World might be the beginning of the next underworld hegemony.
Whoever can control the new continent is the only overlord among the four constants. At that time... if the Feathered Serpent God could be rescued, it would be the most useful card in Hua Guo's hands!
"You seem to have entered a beautiful fantasy? Let me say a few more words, now the first thing you have to consider is the Russian forbidden art incident. The second is the balance between the creation plan of the forbidden art and the development of the Yin Division. The third is to unify China as soon as possible. Kingdom! What hegemony is... You are a younger brother." Di Ting obviously wouldn't give him much time to relax, so he slapped an official document on his face with his backhand: "Look at this. It was sent three days ago."
Dissatisfied, Qin Ye grabbed the paper from his face, only glanced at it, then withdrew his smile, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.
It was a diplomatic document from the Russian underworld.
"December 31st... Arshan/Songbei Port, Jieqiao, twelve o'clock?" Qin Ye carelessly crumpled the official document into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash: "Where is this?"
"Irshi Town, Aershan City, Xing'an League, Mongolia." Di Ting's face finally became solemn, and he said solemnly: "It corresponds to the Songbeir Port in Mongolia's Eastern Province, and the Jiehe Bridge is located on the river, and China and Mongolia are half of them. So... how was your trip to Africa?"
Qin Ye explained his trip to Africa in detail. After listening to this, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Then what? What are you going to do then?"
"What should I do?" Qin Ye sneered and sat down on his seat, gently caressing and listening: "The thirteen Holy Spirits are dispatched, plus you, plus the two great emperors of the Russian underworld, there are sixteen Yamas in total, so big What if you don’t go and see it? Also, get to know our future political opponents in the world in advance.”
"It's not us who have to figure out what to do. It's them."
"As for now?" He took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "Wait."
"The most exciting part of a story is never the climax. The climax is the channel for venting emotions. What is really exciting is the ongoing game between the two sides. When the overall situation is settled, the rest... just wait for the fireworks to bloom."
Di Ting looked at Qin Ye with satisfaction, and Qin Ye understood the silent admiration in his eyes. Accept the compliment with a smile. Don't talk, feel the JPG with your heart.
"Actually, I want to say..." As soon as Di Ting opened his mouth, Qin Ye clenched his fists and propped his face diagonally, sitting in a lazy and arrogant posture. He smiled lightly: "How can people not grow up? Needless to say, I understand."
Listening to the truth nodded in relief: "That's good."
"I want to say, I drank that cup of tea."
Qin Ye: …
MMP!
Incomprehensible style!
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Most of Mongolia's names are based on their own customs, plus some auspicious names. Such as Bayin, its meaning is rich. The name is very auspicious, and the person is also very auspicious. At the age of forty, he looks round and plump with a smile on his face. More auspiciously, he was the Sombert Customs Director.
He is only forty-one or two years old. It can be said that it is extremely rare to be able to sit in this oily position at this age. His inaugural experience is also like a hang-up. The last director died suddenly of a heart attack, and the transferred director died in a car accident just a month ago. The government finally turned its attention to their local deputy. He was fortunate enough to sit at the top of the customs at this age.
This is both a border line and a customs, and it is not too worry-free to be a neighbor with a country like China. Generally, contraband is destroyed before it gets here. If the information is illegal, there will be some gray income for a long time. Of course—most of these illegalities are in his own country, and his heart is a little complicated about the second largest economy in the world next to him.
"Aren't you going back yet?" The secretary seemed to be used to Bayin's overtime work. It was half past six, and everyone went home. He works overtime every day, looking over everyone's projects. Sometimes she thinks that such a person should indeed be blessed by some longevity.
So, the secretary just asked casually. After getting Bayin's nod, he put down the key and left.
The room quieted down. In winter, it gets darker as you go north. Although it was only half past six, the sky here was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Bayin continued to look at the computer, and after a full twenty minutes, he sighed. Went to the window.
There was no smile on his chubby and auspicious face at the moment, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he gently stroked the window with a dejected expression. Desperately looking at the scene below.
Mongolia is not rich. Compared with the neighboring Inner Mongolia province, its GDP only accounts for 5%... Therefore, this customs is not luxurious. A simple white wall is surrounded, a staircase is built, marking the placement of the emblem of the customs, that's all. There are not too many cars, and now, there is no car in the entire Sombeir pass.
Only himself.
He looked down in a trance and didn't leave for a long time. Just when the street lights outside finally came on, he sighed lightly, and was about to put his finger down from the window, when he realized... A line of blood appeared where the finger was removed!
Coming... still coming!
He was shaking all over, the lights in the room flickered, the door clapped shut, and the windows all closed. And as he removed his finger, the bloody words slowly appeared, as if he had written it himself!
"On the 31st, a large-scale supernatural event will occur here. In the past half month, a super-large supernatural event will occur here. If you don't want to die, you'd better stay away."
Bayin opened his mouth several times and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything. After a few minutes, he said hoarsely: "I think... I have paid off your debt."
"Hehehe..." There was a sneering voice in the room. It was a woman. The ghostly spirit floated out from under the table, from the gap, and from the cabinet. With a sharp laughter, the whole room was instantly pitch black.
Dong Dong Dong... Bayin could only hear the sound of his heart beating wildly. He shivered all over, curled up, his legs were weak and he did not squat down. Instead, he stared at the window.
Just on the window, a figure in a European maid outfit walked out of the darkness with endless Yin Qi, looked at him and said with a hoarse smile: "It's not paid off, it's not you who has the final say. Moreover, our requirements are not More. It won't threaten you."
"But I can't leave now!!" Probably because fear had broken through a certain limit, Bayin screamed in fear: "It's New Year's Day! I have to clean up all my work before New Year's Day! I can't go away! You are now Let me go, don't you let me wait to be reprimanded?"
"Don't make a mistake." The voice said with no emotion: "I just suggest that it doesn't matter if you stay away. It's just a change in whether there is one more corpse. Once human beings are affected too much by yin... You won't Want to know the consequences."
"Since you are willing to stick to your post, then... I advise you one thing."
In an instant, a pair of icy hands touched Bayin's neck. In the next second, a voice came close to my ear: "If something happens, I hope you can be rational and don't press that special button. What is the name of the special organization in Mongolia? Oh... Longevity Health."
"If your daughters don't want to see your torn corpse, if you don't want them to die, control your fears."
Bayin's throat felt as if there was a stone in his throat, and he trembled as he said, "Chang, Changshengwei, can't you control it?"
"What are they?" The woman's voice drifted away with a giggling laughter: "In front of the guests who came that day, I didn't even have the qualifications to serve... giggling..."