At Yeouido High-speed Railway Station, the three of them sat in their seats, looking at the busy crowds outside the window with interest.

After staying in Yeouido for a night, he left there and went straight to Busan.

Waiting overnight depends on the attitude of Russia. China has been in seclusion for a hundred years - at least in foreign countries, so how can it be in contact with this top underworld that has been away from for a hundred years?

Qin Ye couldn't guess the other party's thoughts, but one thing that could be confirmed was that the other party must be extremely careful.

The facts were no different from what he guessed. Nothing happened last night. Except for the sudden increase in insects - this is in line with his and his fate's judgment: the Russian underworld is trying to get rid of the possibility of Hanyang underworld and contact the underworld of China on a single line. This is also an attitude, telling Qin Ye that I know that your country is coming, but we did not tell Liu Yu. This is our sincerity.

"No direct contact... It is probably because Rumentsev is still considering how to contact and what to talk about? Should he be open and honest, or to test step by step? If the talk breaks down, they still have to keep Hanyang's thread as a spare tire..." Qin Ye leaned on the chair, and had a vague understanding: "His he observing the style of his behavior after the reopening of the underworld in China for a hundred years?"

"In addition, fate is well analyzed. Russia and Hanyang underworld have formed the same blind spot because of different thinking: I don't know or believe that I will touch the script of Death... Then what I have to do now..."

He looked at the changing signs outside the window in a daze. After a night of sorting, he had basically had an idea.

Can't be soft!

We cannot let the other party see that China has been in seclusion for a hundred years and is no longer domineering as before. We must tell them that China is still the supreme top underworld. This is his real reliance and the most precious invisible legacy after the collapse of the underworld.

Secondly, it is to stick to the setting - I am just sent to pave the way for the King of Hell, not the King of Hell.

Finally, try to avoid contact with the script of Death as much as possible - this is the most sensitive function of a King of Hell.

This is contrary to what he wants to do. At present, it seems to be a dead knot. The function of the God of Death is absolutely strictly guarded and he dares to bet that the Tsar gave the order of death 100%. Once an unstoppable force intervenes in the script of the God of Death, he would rather destroy more than ten years of hard work than leave the legacy to any force.

"Vomit..." A dry retard came from beside him. Qin Ye turned his head and was too lazy to pay attention. He continued to sort out his thinking.

"And Rumentsev must be following us... He fought with me and should remember my yin energy. One is for observation, and the other is to prevent the script of Death. If I continue to check along No. 2, I will definitely be realized that my real goal is the script of Death."

He pressed his temple with a headache. There was no good way for the time being. He put down his thinking. Instead, he closed his eyes and remembered another thing.

The tiger's mouth is a sudden idea. His original purpose of coming to Korea was to "learning." According to the second term, traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, it is possible to write the script of the God of Death. It is a long process to cast miracles. In the middle, you have to consider the mentality of the underworld and the world, the timing of taking action, and the most important "story."

This is not something that a fledgling king of hell can control.

Through this period of "learning", he gained a deeper understanding of casting miracles. He took advantage of these two hours to summarize.

"The so-called death script, to put it simply, is actually a reality show, but it is countless times larger than an ordinary reality show, and it is countless times strange and dangerous. It is like... it is moving the Chinese ghost in film and television to the living, and through the supernatural powers, it makes humans believe that it is true and is truly staged in the world."

"These supernatural powers will make people fear, and fear will make people believe. Who do you believe in? There is no fixed number."

"So, the last one is needed to gather faith and set a goal of faith for people. Whoever plays this Yan Chixia will open the door to the underworld for it."

"The attitude of the world is to be considered. The frequent eruptions of supernatural powers will completely clear the possibility of unstable situations. For example, South Korea will ask for help from China. For example, the Special Investigation Office will probably go out in full swing. Then... the arranged 'stage' is likely to collapse. It is also necessary to consider the degree of acceptance of human beings. 'terror' also has a 'threshold'..."

It has to be admitted that Tsar Aturu is indeed an old-fashioned god of death. The move of the Swamp of the Sewol was too ruthless, but the effect was outstanding. At that time, something related to Liu Yu must have been left behind, which made the LSD executives notice: Ah... It turns out that there is a legendary god of death in South Korea... slowly laying the foundation for Liu Yu to play "Yan Chixia".

But he wouldn't do that.

This is his bottom line, the bottom line of a young future king of hell.

"Haha..." Just as he was about to continue thinking about it, there was another dry retching next to him. He couldn't help rolling his eyes and looked at Wang Chenghao impatiently with a dirty face: "Morday sickness?"

"No..." Wang Chenghao held a cup of mineral water and took a sip: "Brother Qin... did you smell it?"

"What?"

He collapsed on the chair and touched his stomach listlessly, "I don't know if there is something wrong with my nose... After getting in the car, I always smelled a disgusting smell."

Qin Ye frowned and was about to speak, suddenly, his eyes also jumped gently.

There is really...

It seems to be there or there is nothing, and it is mixed with other smells... It seems to be some chemical, not pungent, but it is nauseous, mixed with the air everywhere. I had thought about it before, but I didn't notice it.

He looked at the passengers around him calmly, and no one felt anything strange.

Yin Ling's sense of smell of flesh and blood is ten times that of ordinary people, but this is not the taste of flesh and blood. There are too many mixed smells, so he can't tell the original taste... He looked at Wang Chenghao: "Can you hold it back?"

"Can...don't...don't..."

have to.

Qin Ye sighed: "Drive now, bear with it, I will help you to the bathroom later."

At this moment, all the crew members of the high-speed rail entered the carriage and the doors slowly closed. After a minute, the scenery on both sides began to slowly retreat.

Just as Qin Ye helped Wang Chenghao leave the seat, a flight attendant came over with a smile and said in Korean: "Sir, it is not convenient for this car to leave the seat, please understand."

Obviously I don't understand.

"watt?"

As soon as these two words were released, the flight attendant understood them in seconds and immediately switched to fluent English: "Sorry, this car is not allowed to walk freely."

However… she was still greeted by “Watt?”

The flight attendant was stunned.

The young man teased me?

"She... means... the car can't move around at will." Wang Chenghao breathed a sigh of relief: "I"m a little car sick. I want to go to the bathroom/I'm a little motion sicker and want to go to the bathroom."

The flight attendant looked at the high-speed train that was not shaken, and then looked at Wang Chenghao, who was pale and said, "..."

Play with me, right?

I have seen motion sickness, but I have never heard of high-speed rail. But my face doesn't look like I'm pretending...

The corners of his mouth twitched for several seconds before turning around and said, "Follow me, please."

I can understand this sentence... Qin, a poor student, helped Wang Chenghao up and followed the flight attendant.

In the tenth and last quarter, the high-speed rail in South Korea was very short, most of which were ten long. Just as they walked past the junction, Qin Ye's eyes suddenly moved.

The flight attendant's room was half-covered, but... after sweeping, I suddenly found that it was covered with talisman paper!

These talisman papers are tied with silver chains, and... are written in Chinese characters!

"Sorry." The flight attendant was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over and closed the door. He turned his head as if he was relieved, and smiled at them, "Please?"

"Brother Qin...drip..." The two followed, and Wang Chenghao spoke in a low voice.

"Don't talk, I'll see." Qin Ye's eyes were already cautious. After several months of bad efforts, he knew very well that some high-end techniques commonly used in the world of the world, and the talisman painting method just now was one of them.

Suppress evil!

This is its full name, its function is to suppress all evil spirits. But... this is not the main function.

If it is just to suppress evil spirits, it is not as good as most talismans of the same level, but its real function...

It is to block evil spirits!

What is blocking?

In other words, you can't see or hear.

To put it another way, something happened on this train, so I was suppressed with evil spirits! The train they saw now was not what it really looked like.

No one will always have his eyes open, and Qin Ye is the same. If you find it in the world of the world... yo? A headless bride behind her back? How did she die? Let's talk?

Or... I'll go... The young man can, grabbing five or six ghosts at his feet, the evil fate of the previous life? Come, let's talk about your heart...

Results: Three days later, Qin Ye was detained in Qingshan Neurological Hospital...

For those who are not accommodated by yin and yang, this set of talismans can also calm his five senses of "living people", but the effect is not strong.

"Hold her." Qin Ye said lightly, slowly landing behind, and suddenly a piece of darkness passed through his eyes, opening his eyes. The next second, he opened his mouth in shock.

The car is still the same car.

People are still those people.

But... there are uncleaned blood everywhere around the car!

That was definitely not an ordinary blood stain, but... it was like the artery or arm or neck suddenly bit off, splattering onto the wall!

The whole car is! However, outside them, it has obviously been cleaned many times, and only some faint marks can be seen. But in Qin Ye's eyes, it is extremely obvious.

The blue sky and the white sun, the blood-stained train. If ordinary people see this scene, they will definitely be scared crazy!

He seemed to understand... why he smelled that strange smell after getting in the car.

It was blood, carrion, mixed with the smell of detergent.

"What happened here..." Walking forward in surprise, but suddenly realized...

They have walked through the bathroom!

No stopping.

He turned around and looked. There was a yellow sign hanging on the bathroom with the words "under maintenance" written in English, and...

In the bathroom, there was a very strange smell coming from the bathroom!
Chapter completed!