Qin Ye didn't answer immediately, but took a sip of wine and said quietly: "Actually, I'm very tired of you appearing now. Do you know that you've robbed me of all my limelight."
"Accident." The second generation replied lazily with Erlang's legs crossed and his fingers crossed on his abdomen.
"I think I did a perfect job this time. I took a risk and got a rich reward. What did you do when you jumped out?" Qin Ye gave him a dissatisfied look and put down his glass: "Also, just leave! Have a little bit of backbone! Don't jump back and forth repeatedly, it will grab the attention of this king!"
The second generation's face is a little dark: "You didn't say that when you asked me to solve the problem..."
"It was back then, and now is now." Qin Ye rolled his eyes: "Don't say you try to reduce your sense of existence, your existence can't reduce your sense of existence!"
The second generation sighed: "It's all an accident. The last time I came back was really because of you, but this time... it's really not."
Before he finished speaking, he probably wanted to put an end to this hypocritical topic, he grabbed it in the air, put a black box on the table, coughed twice, looked at Qin Ye, "Do you think that you Is there something else you haven't figured out yet?"
Your technique of changing the subject is really bad... There is a smell of wisdom everywhere... Qin Ye suppressed the complaints in his heart and looked at the black box.
It was a jade box, full of light, polished to an extremely smooth surface. However, on the surface, various patterns are carved.
After just one glance, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the four corners were engraved with four different patterns.
If it is a simple four patterns, this is nothing. But... here are four patterns in different styles!
A style from Egypt, exactly like the frescoes in their pyramids.
One is from Greece, which is the famous zodiac sign in Greece, and there is no need to distinguish it at all.
One from India where the god of death on an elephant is so obvious.
The last one is from China. It is the candle dragon inscription.
One box... Four civilizations collected
Qin Ye touched it lightly, and just as he touched it, his lips opened in surprise.
Not only that... These four kinds of carvings are filled with four auras!
His familiar breath.
Anubis, Yama, the Greek twin gods of death, and…
He looked to his side.
And this mallet.
The second generation seemed to feel a little emotional, and his hand gently stroked the box: "When the previous generation completely handed over power, he will definitely reveal his secrets at the end. Even the ancient emperors would only reveal at the end that he still has What trump card."
"And this... is my trump card. No... the whole world's trump card."
Curiosity arose.
Qin Ye blinked, it was definitely not easy for a bully like the second generation to be cautious. And... a country's true trump card...
"This... is the black box that fires forbidden spells?" He probed carefully.
The second generation glared at him fiercely: "The black box is not needed for the launch of the forbidden technique! Did I think of the question just now? What else did you miss this time?"
shit! As smart as I Xiao Yeye, how could I miss something
Qin Ye glanced at the stick in disgust, and was about to speak, when a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he rubbed his chin to stop speaking.
Yes... Really missing something.
for example…
"Who wrote the script for the god of death?" He finally became solemn, squinting at the box: "It has something to do with this thing?"
The whole thing is very clear, only one thing is unclear.
Who wrote the death script
He originally thought it was Feathered Serpent God, but the possibility of the other party was only 50%. Now that the second generation asked this question, he overturned this idea.
Feathered Serpent God... It's not worth the care of an existence like the second generation.
"Yes." The second generation looked equally solemn, looking directly into Qin Ye's eyes: "If I told you, Lao Dan, Wang Xu, Meng Ke, all three of them are still in the underworld?"
Qin Ye suddenly raised his head, this was the most shocking news he had ever heard!
Under him, there are twelve Tian Luo and six ghost kings. Zhao Yun, Zhou Yu, Liu Yu, are these people famous enough
Yes, famous enough.
However, in front of Lao Dan, Wang Xu, and Meng Ke, nothing!
Even the Emperor Qiangu is not as loud as their reputation. Because... they are the soul of a nation! The origin of civilization!
They also have a name, Laozi, Mencius, Guiguzi.
This is the most famous saint in history! How could they still be alive? No... If you are, why don't you get in touch with yourself
"They don't belong to the underworld." The second generation lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said lightly: "They are Yin spirits, after all, their bodies have died out. But... they don't directly belong to the underworld... It's hard to tell. Don't. Speaking of you, even if I want to meet them, I have to go through countless procedures."
"No...Wait..." Qin Ye rubbed his brows: "Aren't you saying that I missed something? Didn't you say who wrote the script for the God of Death? How did it get involved with the three Yin Saints? What the hell is going on? "
The second generation narrowed his eyes: "Then let me help you with a stroke... This script, it's not just you who are following them."
"I, none, are looking at it. But we don't care about the surface, we're looking at its roots. And it first appeared... in Wellington."
Wellington? new Zealand
Qin Ye didn't interrupt and continued to listen.
"And then, by accident, it changed hands several times, from Samoa, to the South Cook Islands, to Pitcairn, to Easter Island, to the Colon Islands... If you're familiar with world maps, you should Know what the line represents."
Qin Ye's eyes moved slightly, of course he knew.
This is drifting from the eastern Pacific to the western Pacific!
"We have tracked it for about a hundred years. Only the gods of death who dominate us know about this matter. The other... The god of death doesn't know. It means that Anubis knows it, but Osiris doesn't. I know, Jizo doesn't know."
He looked into Qin Ye's eyes with burning eyes: "This is something that can only be passed on to one country, the dynasty that dominates the god of death. The meaning of the four constants... is also from here."
"After arriving at the Colon Islands... Finally, the Big Three got it. Since then, the preparation of this script has begun."
Qin Ye leaned on the sofa, thinking thoughtfully, "I mean, this script... wasn't written by the god of death in the New World?"
The second generation smiled and whispered: "No."
"The existence of writing this script is not something of our world."
Qin Ye felt his temples jumping wildly: "What do you mean?"
The second generation patted him on the shoulder: "Go upstairs and take a look."
"I'm afraid you will soon come into contact with this world's biggest and last secret."
He raised his chin towards the black jade box on the table: "And all its information is contained in this box. Now is not the time to open it. When you are ready, open it again."
Without a smile, he looked directly at Qin Ye: "Don't think it's a joke. Curiosity will kill the cat. It will also disrupt your steps. I've kept this thing for a thousand years, and it's time... let you take on this obligation. ."
"The true origin of the four constants, the pattern of this world... When you decide to open it, perhaps, you will fully understand."
Qin Ye didn't speak, but grabbed a glass of wine and walked towards the top of the cruise ship.
The cruise ship is very luxurious, and it can be seen that this is in the sun room. But he can feel more that everyone is possessed by Yin spirits. The moment they saw him, every waiter bowed their heads humbly, waiting for him to pass by.
He looked at the liquid in the goblet, shaking under the light, and his mind was a little confused.
First of all, the narration level of the second generation is undoubtedly extremely poor. When you become an operator, you will be fired on the same day... But you are used to it. Who makes others feel free like birds
It's understandable that the thinking is wild and unrestrained... Well, plus a little informality... Qin Ye secretly grasped the mentality of the second generation.
However, although the second generation said something messy, he still grasped some things keenly.
"Where is this ship heading?" He suddenly stopped and asked behind him.
Behind him was a man, thin and tall. It's a white man, and the other party's realm... is a mansion!
"Wellington's first line of defense. Your Excellency." The other party clasped his hands on his chest and bowed 90 degrees with great respect.
The first line of defense... Sure enough... He already had some guesses in his mind, but he said on his face as if he was used to it: "Who is in charge?"
"Marshal Napoleon, Your Excellency." The waiter lowered his hands and put them together, never raising his head: "We will arrive at Port St. Cres. We are expected to enter the underworld in half an hour. Please prepare yourself."
Napoleon... Qin Ye's head nodded slightly, and he came to the top of the boat without saying anything.
Outside, there is a vast sea and a sky full of stars.
He just leaned against the side of the boat, sipping his wine one sip after another. Once the wine runs out, as long as you put it down, within ten seconds, a waiter will come out like a ghost and refill for him. In front of him, while he was standing here, a waiter brought over a table, and put a portion of delicious food on it at no cost.
It is a real food, from the presentation to the taste, it is impeccable.
Qin Ye forked a piece of Iberian ham with a fork, looked at it, and put it down again: "Can all customers get this kind of treatment?"
"Yes." The servant of the palace monarch, at some point, stood silently in the dark again. Hearing his question, he immediately replied, "This is the honor that a glorious warrior deserves."
Qin Ye nodded slightly, snapped his fingers, the chair automatically turned around, and he quietly looked towards the sea.
Four black boxes that dominate the seal of the god of death...
A script that has drifted across the Pacific...
A thing that caught the attention of both the second generation and Tiandao...
A ship to the quarters of Marshal Napoleon...
First line of defense
What
In this incident, he obtained the greatest benefit. In the middle stage of the advanced Yama, Kraken's corpse laid a nail in the new continent. But... After the second generation and Tiandao appeared, he felt... that he had not touched the real core.
Now, we are heading towards the center of the whirlpool.
"Unfortunately... Second generation..." He played the wine glass and smiled, "In your eyes, am I still too weak?"
"Not qualified enough to receive this black box?"
"So... you've been relying on it all the time?"
"If... this time, I didn't happen to open up about this matter, and I acted to impress you, and accidentally got connected with the existence in the black box, how long... how long are you going to tell me the truth?"
Yes, the second generation is saying, this time back, is to teach him the last lesson.
However, he can guarantee that if he hadn't completely replaced Daixi this time, completely ripped apart the script of the god of death, and had to kill three gods of death, the second generation would never have put the black box representing the supreme secret of the King of Hell in his hands.
Don't think the second generation is a club.
He's a smart club...
"I am the King of Hell in the Underworld of China..."
He glanced coldly at the cabin under his feet: "You have overstepped."
Half a second later, he coughed softly from his heart: "But I'm still prepared to forgive you for being generous..."