The high priest at the door was stunned for a while, then suddenly looked at the altar and rushed over like a madman.
The men and women behind him also appeared sluggish for a moment, and then, like the high priest, madly rushed to the altar and knelt down. Excessive excitement made the muscles on their faces tremble, and the ghost fire burned two meters high.
"... my lord, my sun... I am willing to dedicate my blood and soul to you, please respond to my begging! I will treat you with the only one... "
Crash la la la... The opened door slammed shut. The three yin spirits were all beating, chanting the psychic prayer, while secretly feeling the power of answering the summoner.
What is the realm
Don't just come to an earl, at least a marquis! Only the Marquis can speak at the top of the world!
However, as soon as the three of them stretched out their consciousness, their whole bodies trembled instantly, crawling on the ground like ants, and they could not read the prayers completely.
As vast as the sea, as grand as the border.
"This, what kind of evil is this!?" The high priest's soul almost screamed because of the sudden shock, but at the same time, a feeling of fortunate rushed up. Biting his lip, even if the scene was too huge to imagine, he wanted to do his best to see what monster he had summoned.
Not just him, but also the other two men and women. However, this Yin Qi is far beyond the limit they can touch. Just raised their heads, and with a thud, the three heads slammed onto the floor in unison.
"It's too strong... It's too strong!!" The big sacrificial priest almost dug his fingers into the floor tiles, and the pores all over his body stretched out: "This... It's probably the Marquis! The Marquis of China actually responded to us!"
"It's been worth trying for so long! We still have hope... we still have hope!"
"Pluto has given up on us, but the world's god of death has not!!"
Brush la la... In the swirl of yin energy, Qin Ye held his hands behind his back, his feet did not move, and he floated out like a ghost. The moment he stepped out, the entire golden hall trembled fiercely.
His eyes swept around leisurely, and he couldn't help but tut.
How is this going
It is obviously decorated in Inca or Aztec style, but there are various cups, tea sets, and some small objects of Chinese style. And the person who summoned him was not even a ghost
"Look up." He said lightly.
In fact, what he really wanted to say was: Shurima, your emperor is back...
But... I feel ashamed after becoming the King of Hell...
When the yin qi was withdrawn in all directions, the male and female yin spirits were still trembling all over. However, the high priest gritted his teeth and looked up into Qin Ye's eyes.
Qin Ye was slightly stunned.
There was no fear or worry in the eyes of the other party, only the determination to give up everything, and the ecstasy in fear.
This is... being driven to a dead end, and seeing hope... How can it appear on the yin spirit
"Respected Your Excellency." The high priest said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "I am the Rebel Priest Wampanotte. Very... very honored to meet you. Dare, dare to ask what you should be called?"
Actually fluent in Chinese.
Qin Ye raised his eyebrows: "Huaguo, Qin Yanluo."
dong dong! As soon as the words fell, the male and female yin spirits collapsed on the ground as if they had lost their strength, their mouths wide open like fish landing on the shore, trying their best to breathe the air. And the high priest stayed where he was.
In their minds, there was only the answer just now.
China... Yama...
Yama... Is it actually Yama? Really Yan Luo? !
Death at the top of the world's food chain? !
After a few seconds, the high priest immediately reacted, kowtowed a few times, and said with a choked voice, "Congratulations to Yama's arrival!!"
"I will inform the leader immediately and receive you with the highest standard!"
"No hurry." Qin Ye said thoughtfully, pacing slowly: "Rebels? You are the New World... those ghost people who can't survive?"
For a Yama, any sentence in front of outsiders will be clearly interpreted. The words "can't live" seem to have vaguely revealed the other party's position. The high priest flickered and was about to speak. The silver-haired woman raised her head firmly and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes! Your lord!"
"The Underworld of the New World... It's a hell now! The Eagle Warriors are catching the souls of the natives of the New World! After taking them to the Underworld, none of them came back! We, we can't live anymore!!"
Rebel Army? Qin Ye closed his eyes, and some memories immediately came to his mind.
Back in the Philippines, when he caught Rebis, the other party said that the New World had contacts with them. The ghost people who couldn't survive formed a resistance army...
His eyes fell on the small objects in the Chinese country. He still remembered that Rebis said that the other party had acquired a lot of magical instruments related to the underworld of the Chinese country. So... are you planning to make a last-ditch effort to summon the Outlander
He nodded slightly at night: "Is there a Yin spirit named Benson Jin in you?"
If I remember correctly, the deal with Rebis, the smuggler, was made by Ben Senkin, although the other party mentioned it once.
"Sir..." The priest gritted his teeth and said, "That, that is our leader..."
I see.
Qin Ye didn't speak, he paced slowly, and every time he landed, even if it was almost silent, the three ghostly ghosts on the scene jumped wildly.
Just in the midst of this oppressive waiting, Qin Ye finally said, "You guys are lucky."
"These scraps of copper and iron can be summoned in one area of Philadelphia at most. This king happens to be there. Tell me, what are you begging for?"
The man and woman suddenly looked at the high priest, and the other party kowtowed respectfully again and said almost crying: "Indian descendants... a total of 120,000 Yin spirits... apply for political/asylum..."
Before Qin Ye could speak, his head had already pressed against the golden floor, his white hair was trembling, and he said hoarsely and humbly, "Please..."
Qin Ye didn't respond.
In fact, after knowing that the other party was a rebel, he understood the other party's thoughts.
Summoning high-level emissaries in Outland will have no other purpose than seeking political/asylum. But... Politics/asylum is not just a blip.
Political asylum refers to the behavior of the state to allow entry, residence and protection of foreigners who are wanted or prosecuted by their country for political reasons and request political/asylum, and reject the extradition request of the government of their country.
To put it simply, he nodded, and Hua Guo had to be responsible for this group of people. Whether it was Shulotel, Appuche, or Miktlan Cusivati who wanted to extradite them, he had to say no. And these ghost people... Apparently, they are the little desserts that Pluto's queen had attacked the Hades.
but!
There was another reason. He nodded without hesitation: "Let those of you who can decide things come in. This king will not leave here."
"Yes!!"
The priest and his entourage left. In less than ten minutes, the door was gently opened, and there were five people, wearing brown linen shirts and trousers, with red wraps on their heads, and a feather on the back—this was a typical Indian style. Came in immediately.
They didn't go too fast, as if trying to maintain their face as best they could. However, when they saw the man standing in the dim sacrificial hall, the man with his back turned towards them, wearing a black dark-patterned dragon robe, black hair shawl, and a white jade crown, still almost lost his legs and could not walk. .
Yama... This is the real Yama!
Just now, the big priest rushed in like crazy and told everyone the news, they couldn't believe it at all.
These so-called magic tools are just attempts, and actually... actually attracted the real Yama
Even though Qin Ye didn't let out a trace of yin now, when they stepped into this hall, they felt... as if they were being targeted by some kind of terrifying existence. Yama, these two words at the top of the food chain in the underworld are not scary at all.
The man at the head, about forty years old, has a face full of vicissitudes. It looked like an appraisal, but in reality, his hands were tightly clasped together, his breathing straightened, and he walked like a machine until he walked to Qin Ye. Only then did he kneel down and clasped his hands respectfully: "Meet Your Majesty Qin Yanluo..."
As soon as I knelt down, I realized that my joints were rattling. This is the aftermath of too much tension.
In a lonely space, very crisp.
It's not funny, though, as the other four leads do the same. Even... After some people lowered their heads, they never dared to lift them up again.
"Flat body." Qin Ye raised his hand behind his back, "Sit down and talk."
A soft yin qi lifted all the yin spirits up. The man at the head was stunned, and only then did he realize that he forgot to move the table and chairs because he was so excited!
"Big, lord..." His voice trembled: "I, we are here..."
Before the words fell, a gloomy atmosphere made them turn around. Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes were dull.
Right in front of them, the golden floor somehow bulged a round table with six positions on it. And the figure with the body on his back was already sitting on the main seat!
"No need to be polite." Qin Ye nodded. The five Yin spirits glanced at them, gritted their teeth, moved over, and sat down with an oblique sign.
"I know what you mean." After a brief silence, Qin Ye said slowly, "It's not impossible."
Brush brush!
The ghost fires of the five Yin spirits at the scene all exploded.
Even if the other party did not ask their names... Even if the other party's aloofness was so obvious. But... it doesn't matter!
Isn't that what His Majesty Yan Luo should be like
And the other party... The other party actually gave them a bright future as soon as they opened their mouths!
No one dared to breathe. Before they came, they envisioned countless plans that could impress each other along the way, but before they came out, the other party nodded. They were afraid that if they took a breath, they would shatter this beautiful dream.
Qin Ye's voice echoed in the hall: "Not only that, I know that I can give you the identity of a ghost citizen of China. Let you enjoy the same benefits, the same obligations and powers. But..."
"I have one condition."
No one spoke. Only the burning ghost fire expresses the desire of the other party.
Qin Ye licked his lips and said calmly, "You all need to dispatch the most elite troops to help me... do one thing in the next few days."
"This matter is very dangerous, and there are not many chances for the ghosts to survive. But I promise in the name of Huaguo Yanluo that I can accept all your asylum applications. Some of the ghosts who survived even joined the Huaguo army. The right to hold high-level positions.”
Before everyone could speak, he waved his hand and said, "There is no free lunch in the world. Otherwise... why would this king risk offending the two Hades and Queens to help you escape from the New World?"
"Dead or alive, I'll give you half a day to think about it. This king is waiting for you here."
Yes... that's his goal!
The rebels must have troops, Rebis said, and they bought weapons. Also... If there is no army, why do they escape again and again at the hands of the Eagle Warriors
This... is the best helper!
In the final Grim Reaper script...Help him pass the dead!
Cruel
perhaps.
But in this world, there has never been a pie from heaven. If you want to apply for asylum in China, you just need to touch your lips up and down
The nationality of Huaguo Difu is not so cheap.