so tempting...
These middle-aged and elderly people who are tempting to the scene want to sign up... They know very well that this is a conference for the underworld to divide the cake, and the first batch of military leaders in China will make a grand appearance in this battle.
"Don't think too much." The old man's yin spirit first came back to his senses: "Don't forget, this is the period of cold weapon war. There will definitely be casualties in the face of yin spirits. We old arms and old legs, don't go together for this. It's lively."
Unlike him, these special issues have caused widespread sensation among the younger generation of Yin spirits.
"Unification campaign?! Can we participate in the campaign to unify the whole country?!" "Sign up! Be sure to sign up! I have longed for this kind of golden life!" "As long as there is a chance... Dangerous? I don't think , didn't you see the name? Zhao Zilong! Listen carefully!" "With the leadership of these bosses, there must be casualties, but I don't think it's me!"
Conscription begins a week later...
A pair of fiery gazes all looked at the Lijing Palace Building. This is a once-in-a-lifetime stage. As long as you have a little blood, as long as you are qualified, no one wants to stay out of it!
Of course Qin Ye didn't know.
This combination of boxing has greatly inspired the hearts of the people of the underworld. However, he has equally important things to do.
In the conference room on the fifth floor of the Lijing Palace, he was in the main seat, listening carefully, Zhao Yun was on the side, the first person below was Shang Yang, and the high-ranking provincial and ministerial-level officials in the Yangjian were sitting around. Their gazes, at the same time, landed on the document a foot high in the center. And these documents are unfolding in the void one by one in the form of Yin Qi.
Everyone's spirits are a little tired, and now two months have passed since the 17th Shopping Festival. In the past two months, they have been sleeping and eating and meeting here every day, which is why they have this stack of documents.
"Then let's vote." Qin Ye breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his swollen eyes: "We should think about it, the same situation as Yangjian, we have legal personnel in Yangjian. The unique situation of Yinsi, General Zhao Heding has also made supplements. It may not be perfect, but it is the best we can do so far. We will check and fill in the gaps in the future, and make timely changes when we find problems.”
No one speaks. Wang Chenghao stood up and said solemnly: "If you agree to the establishment of the first underworld code, please raise your hand."
Brush brush, all the representatives present raised their hands.
It's a masterpiece they've worked on together, and they've spent so much energy that no one would disagree.
"A total of twenty-eight votes, unanimously approved."
Qin Ye stood up and clapped his hands: "Then, this official officially announces that the first underworld law: the Constitution of the Underworld, is hereby established."
"It covers forty-two aspects such as humanities, people's livelihood, art, and military affairs, and the gray area is strictly limited. Everyone... hard work." He bowed, stood up, and said solemnly: "But I have one last sentence to add. ."
"The Yin Division has no official standard." His eyes swept across everyone's faces, and he said word by word, "The law cannot be blasphemed!"
"Unlike the Yangjian, the underworld is a legal system! Let's analyze the specific situation in detail. But if it is a typical violation, whoever dares to cover up... This official dares to let him go down to accompany the Crow Tengu!"
All the Yin spirits nodded solemnly. Qin Ye looked down at Shang Yang: "Soon, the first court of the underworld will be established, with Mr. Shang Yang as the president. At the same time, the official name of this court is: Yang Yuan. All comrades who participated in revising and compiling laws. , will be at the very door of the court, with your sculptures, which will be handed down to future generations!"
Shang Yang jumped up in excitement! Directly ignited a zhang high!
"Thank you Qin Yanwang!!!" He wanted to kneel as soon as his legs became weak, but recently he has adapted to the practice of not having to kneel at ordinary times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Marting must live up to the heavy trust, and he will do everything he can!"
As a legal family descendant, his greatest wish is to use France and Israel. And now... done!
His name, his looks, his sculptures, will live on at the door of the court forever! And he himself is the president of the High Court of the Underworld who represents the highest order of the court!
If Wu Daozi, Li Chun, Zu Chongzhi and the others knew about this, they would probably go crazy like a lemon... No, I'll have to tell them later...
Others also nodded and applauded excitedly. The sculpture at the entrance of the National High Court, which represents the highest order of law... This kind of honor... If it wasn't for the early days of the underworld, how could it have been met
Qin Ye nodded. He also had his own reasons for using Shang Yang. He is a harsh person, but it depends on how he uses it. Moreover, this is a signal to the whole underworld, Shang Yang enforces the law, and he will do what he says.
Don't think it's the same as the sun room, you can go there with a little money.
Underworld, this is the last fair.
"Also ask Master Qin to write an inscription for the High Court." After calming down, Shang Yang said sincerely.
Qin Ye thought for a while, and with a flick of his finger, a couplet appeared in the air.
In the dark room, there is a god in the dark room.
God's eyes are like electricity, and he is not afraid of what others know and what he knows.
"Okay, I will implement the candidates for the High Court as soon as possible, and I will also ask Mr. Qin Xu Weichen to choose his own right!"
"That's right." Qin Ye said with a smile. Zhao Yun suddenly said: "Actually, Mr. Shang needn't be in a hurry. The High Court can go as planned. Even if the evil is in place, it cannot be formed at present."
"Why?"
Zhao Yun pondered: "The judge's pen."
"The three major artifacts of the underworld are currently only the Book of Life and Death. The Yan Luoyin will be able to return in the next unification war. The judge's pen... is the master of all sins after death, and the Yin spirits will be judged where they will come from and which way will they be judged. The underworld, that reincarnation. And once the judge pen returns, the prudence department, picket house, east-west factory and other corresponding buildings can be 'unlocked', I am afraid that Mr. Shang will have to wait."
Shang Yang was stunned for a while, then sighed: "I was so excited that I forgot about this. But... If I remember correctly, as long as two artifacts are collected, it will automatically indicate the location of the last artifact?"
"Yes." Zhao Yun turned around and bowed respectfully to Qin Ye: "The reunification campaign is imperative! I also ask the King of Hell to send troops early! Give my Dahua Kingdom an early peace!"
"It's almost time..." Qin Ye smiled and looked at the hall: "In a year at most... Travelling on a errand and retreating, these eight words will once again resound throughout the mainland of China!"
"I'd like to see, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, who would dare to be presumptuous in the world at that time!"
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Yanjing, night.
This is an ordinary building with a strong 90s style, with yellowed tiles on the walls and a red roof. In a remote location. There are only eight floors, but there are more than a dozen buildings, which are connected into a large area. And what doesn't match its appearance is the vast parking lot around it.
The word vast can be used, because... The parking lot alone is 10,000 meters long, and it is full. If it weren't for the outskirts of Yanjing, it would be impossible to find such a location.
Moreover, the license plates here are available in all provinces. People are also coming in and out in an endless stream, even if it is 9 o'clock in the evening, it is still brightly lit. There are people from all over the world. White, Black, Japanese, Korean, Malay…
Because, there is an ancient wooden sign hanging at the entrance of this building, with several large golden characters written on it.
Headquarters of the Huaguo Special Investigation Division.
"Sir, is it my turn yet?" a yellow man said in fluent Chinese, "I've been waiting for three hours..."
"Sorry." An investigator in a tunic looked at the book: "There are three ambassadors in front of you. According to the level of spirituality, your affairs are classified as C-level, and the ones in front are C+-level assignments."
At that very moment, the automated door opened, but closed immediately, without anyone noticing.
Except for Director Ray.
His office is large, with dozens of surveillance screens in front of him. The moment the door opened, he stopped his pen for a while, and looked at one of them in amazement.
Just at the gate, countless yin qi poured in, and a figure seemed to be formed of yin qi, slowly walking out of it, passing through the bodies of living people, and heading straight up.
This is... He squinted for two seconds and picked up the phone: "Let the people around the office leave first... There is no reason, this is an order."
Putting down the phone, he stood up, took out a cup of tea from the cabinet next to him, brewed two cups of fragrant tea, and waited quietly.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes later... The door suddenly opened without wind, and then closed gently. Yin Qi condensed, and Qin Ye walked out with a human appearance, nodding slightly: "Director Lei, it's the first time we meet."
"Actually, it's not the first time. We've met Da Ma Qunshan once. But you didn't notice me." Lei Jun stood up with a calm expression and stretched out his hand: "Director of the Special Investigation Division, Lei Jun, a high-ranking man."
"Qin Ye."
After taking their seats, Qin Ye took a sip from the teacup: "Good tea."
"The specially distributed tea leaves, if you like it, take it with you." Lei Jun squeezed the lid of the teacup, but didn't drink it. He just flicked it lightly and looked at Qin Ye deeply: "Qin Fujun came late at night... is there anything?"
Qin Ye put down the teacup and leaned back comfortably on the chair: "Within five years, the spiritual disaster will be over."
Lei Jun's eyes suddenly lit up.
His heart was beating wildly. I don't know if it was a coincidence or not. Every time the Yin Division communicated with the Yangjian, it was Qin Ye who came forward. He seems to be the spokesperson of the Yin Si. And Yangjian... I look forward to this sentence every time.
Now... finally speaking out!
Five years... In the last five years, this protracted spiritual disaster, every day and every night, the horror of countless people's souls and hugging each other to sleep, finally... is about to see the end.
He no longer wanted to count how many investigators had been sacrificed, let alone look at the archives of ordinary civilian casualties in the database. He just stared at Qin Ye with burning eyes: "Underworld... have you made up your mind?"
"The time has come." Qin Ye looked over without hesitation: "The general situation is with me. The underworld has announced a draft order today. After one year of training, the troops will be deployed across the country. Within five years, the lost ground will be recovered!"
"What do we need to do?"
"Support." Qin Ye said solemnly, "I spoke with a certain high-level executive in the Yangjian. I once told him that the underworld needs a negotiation. Now we have the ability to regain control of the whole country, but we may not be able to stop the Yin spirits from again. Escape to the sun. The territory needs the city as a node of control, and the city needs to be built. The underworld is now two big cities, and there is no ability to build!"
"We need the cooperation of the world, if you want the spiritual disaster to never appear again."
"Is this a threat?"
"No, it's a win-win cooperation. Yin and yang don't separate families. I believe you have fully understood it." Qin Ye leaned back on the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and said quietly, "Give us enough support, we don't need you to send one soldier and one soldier. , I'll show you... how the real Yin soldier ended this spiritual disaster."
Rei Jun took a deep breath.
He stood up and paced around the table, his tongue parched from the flames in his chest.
He understands... After the spiritual disaster is over, the good days of the Special Investigation Division are over, and they will be hidden from the world again. And those investigators will hide their cultivation bases and distribute them to various provinces and cities as ordinary military police.
But... what is this compared to national stability
How can there be a complete egg under the nest? What is home when the country does not exist
"time?"