Viracocha went back to his room.
He was a little restless, and he didn't drink the coffee he picked up. Pick up, put down, and repeat this action continuously. Finally, ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. A sinister voice said: "Sir, the three gods of death in the ambassador group have arrived according to your instructions."
He took a deep breath and stood up, the door opened, and he walked up with a smile: "As soon as we arrived in Nara, everyone came over without a break. I'm very sorry. However, there is something extremely important here."
Shulotel glanced at him lightly, and sat down with a hum. Supayi, Appuche the same. It didn't look good to him.
This is a fundamental conflict of interest.
First, anyone who knows the three major gods in the New World, and corn mythology, knows that these three are the original gods of death, who really grew up with the development of religion. Everyone has been brilliant, even if it is now down. However, the ambassadors of the New World are not the ones who have the final say.
The second, and the most fundamental, is that Viracocha... is the person of the Queen of Hades.
They wished that the Queen of Pluto would return to heaven immediately, and that would be their world at that time. But what the other party has to do is to desperately collect clues that can make Pluto survive. The position is different.
How can you have a good face
Viracocha also knew his identity very well, and he poured three cups of tea and pushed it. After pondering for ten seconds, he finally said, "I want to leave Nara."
The eyes of the three gods of death suddenly looked over.
"Leaving Nara suddenly..." Supay is a bald humanoid with a cave covered with a head, and numerous snakes and lizards crawled out of it. The eyes are like frogs, extremely large, and the pupils circle around. He looked at the other party absentmindedly: "Is it because I found clues that can make the Queen of Hades pay attention?"
Viracocha smiled and said, "No, there are just some things that must be reported."
"Oh?" Shilotel took out a pocket watch and looked at it: "It took only an hour to arrive at Nara, and you found the clue? Why didn't we know?"
If he looked at the other party with deep meaning: "I heard... you went to the underworld of China once?"
"It has nothing to do with this." Viracocha solemnly said: "Listen, everyone. I have to go back. I am not sure when I will be able to arrive. If the meeting is held before I arrive, in any case, please don't vote. !"
He gritted his teeth: "If you must vote, you must also vote for Huaguo Difu!"
The eyes of the three gods of death flickered slightly, but they said nothing.
There was an eerie silence in the room. After a long time, Appuche said, "Who does this mean?"
"Is it you, or the two masters?"
"If it is the two masters, why didn't you tell us?"
Viracocha's mouth drooped slightly. Nasal lines appear more profound.
It's still the same sentence, the underworld that can live to this day has long been tempered into a monster by thousands of years. He wants to leave immediately, and he has only been to the Huaguo Underworld before, which is too easy to think of what the Huaguo Underworld promised.
He wanted to deceive the other party, but now he found that it was impossible. They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what kind of Liao Zhai are they playing
He sighed lightly and said quietly, "It's my decision."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately said solemnly: "However, before leaving, the two masters gave me the power to decide! I will use it immediately! I hope you will stabilize the situation, and even... stand in China when necessary. On the side of the underworld, wait for me to come back!"
"Understood." Xiuluoter stood up first, and said impatiently: "You can just let someone talk about this trivial matter. There's no need to make it so grand. This king thought something big happened."
Whoa... The door slowly closed behind me. Shirotel walked forward with a blank expression, and his attendant immediately followed without speaking. Because he was familiar with the other party, he clearly felt that the death god was in a bad mood.
He walked back to his room silently all the way, and just after closing it, the attendant had no time to turn around when a loud bang sounded behind him.
"Damn bastard!" Xiuluotel had already pressed his hand on the table, and said through gritted teeth: "He must know... He knows what secrets can keep those two old dogs alive! That's why I have to go back!"
"Why?!"
"Huaguo Underworld... I clearly let Xu Fu go, obviously we have reached a tacit understanding that does not require language, why are you betraying me here!!"
Yes, this is betrayal. At least he thinks so!
Obviously everyone has reached a tacit understanding, why do you want to abandon this tacit understanding? Is it because I am not the god of death? How long can the Pluto Queen live
Why do you have to help them? without investing in the future? Not investing in me? !
The attendant shivered in the corner, and after Shirotel's instant rage, he instantly calmed down. He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, and sat there like a stone sculpture, motionless.
However, it is not that people can be quiet if they want to be quiet, and things are never changed by people's thinking.
Dong Dong... The door rang softly, and Shulotel casually nodded his chin. The door opened in response, and Supay and Apuche were already standing at the door. Before entering the door, Shulotel said lightly: "I don't want to see you now."
As soon as the Pluto Queen dies, who will not stare at the position of the god of death below? Strictly speaking, they are all opponents.
Appuche is a thin man wearing a skull mask, and colorful oil paints are outlined on the hideous mask. The ghost fire jumped a bit, waved his hand, and all the attendants behind him retreated. He ignored Xiuluotel's warning and walked into the room with Supayi. sat in front of each other.
"Coffee can't numb the nerves, it can't solve the problem, and it's even impossible to forget the pain." After a few seconds, he finally said: "Instead of being bored here, why not... Let's have a good discussion?"
"What to discuss?" Shulotel put down the cup. He suddenly said loudly: "Discussing a mere mortal tribe witch can actually be pressed on our heads?!"
"Still discussing what his dog's nose smelled? Now eager to claim credit with the two masters?!"
"Or do you not have the right to vote for the three gods of death!?"
He let out a long breath, and snorted coldly: "There are nearly 100 gods of death in the world, and we are the group who live the most suffocated. What is there to discuss? How to discuss how to bring shame on yourself?"
Supayi ignored his anger, but suddenly said, "Have you ever thought about why the inspector suddenly returned?"
Shulotel raised his eyebrows and did not speak. Supay continued: "The Underworld of Huaguo went to them. As it happened, I learned from an old friend that the current situation of Underworld of Huaguo is not ideal. He needs allies, so... He doesn't hesitate to play an unprecedented trump card. Hear This sentence, I suddenly realized."
Shulotel finally said: "What trump card."
Su Payi lowered his voice, his mouth was full of yin, and said faintly: "For example... What does the Queen of Pluto want most?"
Shilotel suddenly raised his head, and the fire in his eyes was beating wildly.
Above Yama... The four words are like daigo empowerment. And the more I think about it, the more I think... that's probably the case!
Regardless of timing, logic, starting point, and whoever wins, all can match!
"They won't die... How many gods of death are waiting for them to die, Huaguo Difu... Is this going to send charcoal in the snow?" He gritted his teeth and said these words, regretting letting Xu Fu go.
If I had known today, he would have opened the Shulotel barrier back then!
"Whether it is or not, he cannot be allowed to return to the New World." Appuche said hoarsely.
Shulotel sneered: "Do you want to die?"
Appuche said without hesitation: "On the contrary, I want to live and live better. Have you ever thought about it, it's usually impossible, but now... it's not impossible!"
"I know from that old friend that the Tsushima Strait African Holy Spirit Ambassadors have been intercepted by the three permanent members. At this time... it's nothing to die for one more death god?"
Shulotel raised his eyebrows and did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, he calmly said, "Your old friend? Which old friend?"
Supayi and Appuche stood up with a smile and clapped their hands: "We are honored to introduce it to you."
Sand... The door was quietly pushed open. Shulotel's pupils shrank suddenly.
Just outside the door, Izanami, Archimedes, was standing there smiling.
"Okay..." Xiuluoter was stunned for five seconds before turning his head to look at the two gods of death: "Hold your thighs faster than me."
If you want to fight after the death of Pluto, it is indispensable to take refuge in a big power. But he didn't expect that the other party had colluded with San Chang long ago.
"This is a wise choice." Archimedes took a step forward with a smile: "We can give you what you want. As long as... the meeting in eleven hours, the voting session, you... stand on my side."
"The Inspector is still here."
"What if he's gone?" Archimedes took a step forward, and a deep smile appeared on his old-fashioned face: "What if he happened to be delayed at sea... or even fell?"
fall...
Shulotel clasped the armrest tightly, which meant... the secret he wanted to pass back disappeared at the same time!
"Don't worry, your two gods of death are going crazy, and they know who can be offended and who can't be offended. This kind of god of death who is forcibly sacrificed through magic will die more [Literature Museum www.wxguan.xyz] less. He will not feel heartache, nor will he conflict with the Four Changs."
Archimedes' words are full of bewitching, like a hammer, constantly hitting Shurotel's heart.
Appuche took a deep look at Shulotel and said in a low voice: "The most important thing is that they have sufficient reasons to shoot. The Lord cannot suspect us."
Supayi said hoarsely: "If it's really about the secret above Yama, you... hope that the new continent will return to hundreds of years ago?"
"The death of the god of death is a chance that comes only once in thousands of years. Are you... willing to let go of the road sign leading to the Lord?"
Shilotel slowly narrowed his eyes.
"How many percent?"
"Ten percent." Izanami smiled and said, "Sir Osiris, the judge of death, has been in the Pacific Ocean from the very beginning. He will do it himself."
"Your Ombudsman, like the African Holy Spirit, is forcibly mentioned, and is vulnerable in the face of the real God of Death."
There was dead silence in the room.
All the eyes of the gods of death converged on Shulotel, waiting for his final decision.