After thinking for a while, he stood up. Mi Gaozhu was stunned and said, "Don't you need to use it?"
"It's been checked, thank you." Qin Ye didn't hide it, his figure turned into a yin wind and disappeared.
He didn't go back to Mi's house, so there's no need to cause trouble to others now. Instead, he went straight back to the hotel and listened to watching TV boredly lying on the bed. He didn't raise his eyes when he heard the door being pushed, and put up one ear: "How's it going?"
"There is indeed something wrong with the Mounts of Damascus. It's just that the Special Investigation Department can't figure it out, so there is no rating. I guess it's just turning that place into an extremely dangerous area." Qin Ye made himself a cup of Sober coffee and lay down on the sofa. Shen Sheng said: "What they can't figure out is that if there were powerful Specters, they would have left the mountain long ago. But now the mountains of the horses will only swallow people who enter. This is more like a passive defense than an active defense... What is the situation? ?"
The small piece of flesh on Ting's eyelids wrinkled anthropomorphically, and after a long time he said, "Unheard of... No! There is a possibility!"
It suddenly raised its head: "Promotion!"
"Promotion?" Qin Ye almost didn't spit out the coffee from his mouth: "Big Brother Zhao is already the official ghost king, how do you want to be promoted? Is there still an official position on it?"
"...Can you not want the old brother Zhao's brother Zhao, so that you two seem to know each other very well..." Slot was speechless, listening to the sky and looking at the sky, the posture and speed of hugging the thighs were so familiar that they could not be more familiar. Doing the dirty PY deal...
"Strictly speaking... Yama is strength, and he has a variety of official positions. His promotion should be the promotion of strength... It stands to reason that there is no realm on Yama, but... How do you explain the second generation of Yama?"
It sighed: "There should be, but we can't find it. His sign is not too much like a promotion. What is the specific... I have to take a look."
After a long silence, Qin Ye nodded, and with one move, a robin flew out of the sky.
This trip to the mountains of Damascus can be as little as half a month, or as long as a month. After the Russian affairs have been dealt with, the local government still needs to inform. Some work has to be arranged.
Ten minutes later, in the room where the infuriating energy condensed, an old man in his 80s appeared in the literati clothes of the Qing Dynasty. As soon as he appeared, he immediately fell down and said with great respect: "Zhangjiakou land, Iergen Juoruo is looking forward to seeing the Shangguan. Please instruct me."
"Bring this to the underworld." Qin Ye took out a letter he had written a long time ago: "In addition, tell them that this king will return within a month and a half."
"Yes."
He didn't get up because Qin Ye didn't let him leave. He knows the rules very well, and the underworld has never been a good thing. Especially... Now that it's broken and then established.
Qin Ye walked slowly in front of him, leaned down, looked at the top of the other's bald head, and said softly, "This official is here, Hebei Province... Isn't there something supernatural that you want to say to me?"
Duwang seemed to be stunned for a while, his old body seemed to take a deep breath, and after a few seconds of silence, he raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Yes!"
"Sir... Please be sure to solve the supernatural accident in the Damasan Mountains! There... It's totally abnormal!"
"I have sent the relevant information to Pengqiu, but I haven't responded yet. Your Excellency..." His body trembled, as if he was afraid: "That place... there is nothing to eat! Not to mention ordinary people, even go to hell. Swallow five in! There are only fifteen people in Hebei Province who go to hell! I, I don't dare to get close!"
"Ordinary people may not be able to see it. But in the eyes of us Heavenly Court Fate Officials, the yin there has condensed to the most terrifying state! It can erupt anytime, anywhere! And... its intensity has long since broken through the balance of yin and yang, shattering it. That boundary! That... is a living hell that is growing indefinitely!!"
His wrinkled facial features trembled slightly, and there was deep fear in his eyes: "That is definitely not impermanence... Even the yin that a judge should have... There... there is a monster hidden... The most terrifying monster on the land of China at present... "
"How did you talk?" Qin Ye squinted at him: "That's my big brother Zhao, can you be called a monster? My brother, understand?"
land:…
A high-ranking official crushes people to death... He replied politely: "Yes, it's your brother."
Knowing how to speak, Qin Ye sat down on the sofa, and then he looked at the dark face and listened to the truth, "Walking to the underworld?"
Di Ting glared at him coldly, this thigh was too unscrupulous, I vaguely remember that a certain anchor in the world often said: XXX my brother, now dead...
You won't get good results either! No House for licking dogs! Lick dog Biss!
"Didn't you learn when the second generation taught you?" I looked down on this kind of dog licking, so I didn't speak well: "Walking about the yin is the yin of the living, it is for people with yin and yang eyes, or people with extremely heavy yin qi, Responsible for some yin and yang work. Commonly known as non-staff / yin errands in the underworld, it is also not suitable for yin and yang to communicate with each other. to spread to the underworld."
"In every city, whether it is a county or a city, after the recovery of the underworld, there will definitely be misunderstandings. And they will be able to die. There will be no disasters in their lives. Also, you dare to call my son Long brother a brother?!"
Qin Ye: …
MMP!
Listening to your thick eyebrows and big eyes also licking/rising
"Okay, help me find a guide to take this king into the mountain." After saying this, Qin Ye didn't wait for the land to answer, he waved his hand gently, and the sound of the land turned into white smoke, followed by the wind. And scattered.
… … … … … …
Cheng Jianfeng. Male, twenty-eight years old. Freelance. single.
He runs a candle ingot shop with an optimistic attitude and has a good relationship with the surrounding merchants. Relying on a prefecture-level city, the business is barely passable. But he doesn't seem to care about business, and never takes the initiative to recruit.
"After all... A person's life can be free from disasters, blessings and misfortunes. It is already the greatest enjoyment for someone like me who should have died long ago." He glanced at the other shops that were closed at six o'clock, but he was still reluctant to close, Shaking his head, he closed the old-fashioned door.
The house was brightly lit, with pale paper figurines floating from graves, with big words on the wreath. It made this small house look a little cramped. Although he is not afraid, he does not want to stay in this atmosphere. He pushed open the back room and approached the room.
This was originally a small village next to the Qinglong Mountain Cemetery. When the cemetery was built, it was bypassed and there was no demolition. This is also their own house. So the decoration is very casual.
The inside and outside are completely different. Inside is a modern and simple decoration, and all kinds of stores should be complete. However, in the center, there is a shrine with candles dedicated to the Lord of the Land. What's even weirder is... The candlelight above seemed to never feel the wind. Even if there was such a big movement when he pushed the door and came in, the candlelight didn't flicker.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, and he didn't feel a moment of tranquility until he walked in here. It reminded him of the scenes that happened a few years ago when he was seriously ill and was about to die in bed.
"Thank you Lord Earth for hanging the curtain." He kneeled on the mat reverently, put incense sticks, and recited something softly.
At this moment, the candle that had never shaken suddenly swayed, and all the lights in the room went out. Under the light of the red candle, the rich earth man looked a little weird, and at the same time, the eyes of this earth statue... slowly opened!
"I'm on the wrong side of the road." An emotionless voice came from the land master: "There is one thing, please be sure to do it well."
Cheng Jianfeng's eyes lit up.
It has been three years since he became a yin errand, and he has never received an assignment, because the yin spirit of Hebei Province is really unfavorable, and he has never listened to the land public office in such a serious tone.
"Please speak!"
Duke Tudi was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "The senior officials of the underworld have arrived in Yanjing, and will soon go to the Dama Mountains. Do you know that the Dama Mountains are forbidden areas in Zhangjiakou City? I personally gave you an order, with your strength, in Even if you look at it on a full moon night, it will disappear."
"I see."
"And this time, I hope you can serve as this lord's guide. If you can get that lord's blue eyes, after death... If you don't dare to say that you can enjoy all the glory and wealth, you will surely rise to the top."
Cheng Jianfeng's calm heart suddenly began to beat.
There is no one who does not aspire to a career. He has experienced life and death, and he only looks down on ordinary careers, but it does not mean that he does not know how to seize opportunities.
"Dare to ask the land, who is this lord?"
There was silence again, and after three seconds, the land said solemnly: "It can't be said."
"But you must remember that he is... an existence that can turn you into ashes at any time. Don't... don't open your yin and yang eyes."
After speaking, the lights came on again. The candle flame has stopped beating. And on the floor in front of him, there were words written in incense ash.
"Room 642 of Xiachao Hotel, Mr. Qin. Tomorrow morning."
Recording all the information, Cheng Jianfeng rented a car. Suppressing the uneasy mood, the next day just dawned, and came to the Xiachao Hotel.
He didn't knock on the door, and the other party must be resting now. He flipped through his cell phone boredly in the hotel lobby, watching all kinds of shocking news. Unstoppable anticipation.
The Lord of Yin Si
What kind of character can make Lord Land so humble? Will it look terrible
All kinds of thoughts flooded my mind. Time passed unknowingly, just when he didn't know how many times he raised his head. His heart suddenly stopped beating.
That feeling... as if watching a prehistoric beast wake up in front of him. In front of him, he seemed to be just food.
This is the yin qi that can only be felt by walking the yin, and... this piece of yin qi is getting stronger and more terrifying! At this moment, he seems to be walking alone in a hell full of ghosts, even if there are countless pedestrians around, he can't stop this fear from the soul. It was as if the boat had encountered strong winds and waves, and it would capsize at any time.
That is the oppression from the soul!
Boom... As soon as he stood up, his legs softened and he fell to the ground. Short of breath, sweaty.
Is this a visitor from the underworld? Too... too scary... completely different from what I expected... This is the master of those ghosts
Pata... At this moment, a pair of sneakers stepped in front of him, and a young voice said with a smile: "What? Have you ever seen a real one?"
"Bye, meet your lord!!" Cheng Jianfeng had no idea, his mind was blank.
At this moment, he seemed to have found the destination of his life.
At this moment, he seemed to understand who gave him this life.
not land.
But the underworld!
Nothing but worship.