The ceremonial guards in the underworld have dispersed.

Qin Ye's car parked in the middle of the national highway, with no soldier around, and no inconsistency. He was lying in the luxurious carriage, gently following Diting's hair.

When I came to Zhuzhou, I warned Su Da that it was just by the way. The real reason was that Abra was here. Abra was the bond that connected the Holy Spirit of the major African chiefs. And...

"After finding Abra, will you set off for Africa immediately?" Di Ting opened his mouth, and Qin Ye put a piece of snack into the dog's mouth familiarly.

No...Why are you familiar with this word?

I always feel... the movements are quite familiar... as if I have done them hundreds or thousands of times...

"Yes." Qin Ye nodded: "No further ado, there are only a few dozen days before New Year's Day. If you don't pass the World Anti-Nuclear Treaty, you will directly invite all the Holy Spirits to the scene... I'm so lucky now that I was born in China."

If it was in Japan, even if there was a metal reaction on the Korean Peninsula and the non-genetics were also invited, what would happen?

"Oh, I know, please step back." "Isn't that the territory of the underworld in China? Are you here to find us to have sex?" "Young man, the journey is long. It's not impossible to bypass the World Anti-Forbidden Technique Treaty to stand up for you. But, this labor fee..."

Anyway, it's just: I know, go and do it, I'm not available.

Rejected the three consecutive games with politeness.

Only the Four Constant Levels can make such invitations. Only the Four Constant Levels can say such topics attract them to pay enough attention.

Because, they hold the key to changing the world in their hands.

However, this is just a ticket to convince the Holy Spirit.

"It's the closest to Africa from here...you're not going to take the underworld road?"

"I don't plan to leave the country, at least a high-level Yin Mi, will attract countless eyes. But they must have never imagined that there are Yin and Yang people in this world... Bah, a thing like a walker walking between life and death."

"... Should I say you are quick-thinking, or is it better if you can't spit out ivory?"

Dongdongdongdongdong, at this moment, three polite and rhythmic knocks sounded in the carriage. An old voice sounded from outside the car door: "Would the donor park his car here, would he be willing to give me a few minutes?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Ye walked down with Jingba in his arms, smiling at Master Chan Ming standing beside the car, clasping his hands together: "Of course."

Master Chanming looked at Qin Ye deeply, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "Donor Qin? King of Hell of Qin... or is it better to call Master Qin?"

"Ask." Qin Yechao raised his chin as if it was endless national highway: "Let's go?"

"It's all my wish." Master Chanming smiled and nodded, but when he walked, he was half a position behind Qin Ye.

Qin Ye saw through and said that, but he was also extremely moved in his heart.

In order to avoid the pursuit of the Taoist lord, he had to join the special investigation office. Times have changed. In just two years, I have met two of the highest combat power in the world, and... I dare not walk side by side with me.

It's not that I dare not.

It is the attitude of the world, a kind of highest respect. They know very well that Qin Ye is not representing himself, but the entire underworld!

The current situation of yin and yang imbalance... can no longer continue to be tragic.

Silently all the way, a few minutes later, Master Chanming sang a Buddha's name and said in a deep voice: "Donor Qin, do you know that since the Zhongyuan Festival, China has unearthed reliefs about underworld culture, twelve poems, and each of them has your name."

"oh?"

"And all museums, even Taoist temples, the names of King Yama are expressed in the most realistic way, and the words Qin Ye are clearly written."

"The government has allocated funds to build a new Hell King's Temple in each city, and... all the old Hell King's statues, whether they are Fengdu Emperor or anything, will be pushed and replaced with your name."

Qin Ye listened quietly, the theory of the mutual communication of yin and yang is that there are some in the underworld, most of the living will be there, and some in the living will also reflect the living.

Master Chanming turned around and said calmly: "And... Korea, all myths related to death have been replaced by your name."

"Whether it is a history book, a record, a video, or a cultural relic... it seems that myths and stories have been written and modified overnight. The names on them... are all related to death. They are all you."

"So, I want to ask, I'll ask for a question for the whole country of China. How long will it take for the King of Qin to end this ten-year supernatural disaster?"

"In places you can't see, countless soldiers and practitioners use their meager lives to block predation areas. In places you can't imagine, mothers, daughters, husbands, and sons can only hold each other tightly in the dark...at least they can die together. In places that cannot be marked on the map, countless villages disappear quietly."

His voice was trembling: "King of Qin... This is all human life. Ten years of spiritual disaster, millions of people died here. We have taken the pressure you would never have imagined, and even people like me who step into the coffin come out again. The three major combat powers are all empty. If possible, I am willing to exchange the rest of my life for eternal peace in the motherland."

He folded his hands together and bowed deeply.

Qin Ye sighed, what can he say?

Tell the other party that the underworld has been established for two years?

No, he was unwilling to let the light dim. On the contrary, every time he heard similar words, he understood the functions of the King of Hell better.

I'm going to sit here.

Sitting on this throne, let the yin and yang return to balance.

Yes, I used to be a villain, an ordinary person. But... for this wish, maybe... I can become greater.

"It's soon." Qin Ye said sincerely: "You are here just to tell the world that as long as you are willing to help the underworld with all your strength, the spiritual disaster will definitely be completely calmed within a few years!"

"Northeast, Dongshan Province, and Hui Province have been controlled by us. Next, we will go down the river and regain our hometown!"

He has said these words many times, but this time it was to say to the three major combat forces. This is the statement of the underworld.

It means... the underworld is actively participating in the balance of yin and yang and regaining the order of yin and yang. What he is afraid of is not that he has no confidence, but that the world of the world falls before dawn comes.

And... can also get wool, right?

Cai, Cai is not taking the opportunity to take advantage of the situation! Can it be called cheating?

"I wish the horse success." Perhaps feeling his emotions, Master Chan Ming bowed deeply, and he got the answer he wanted.

He came to ask for a positive answer in person. This answer... is completely different from what he had asked someone to convey in the past!

Different meanings and different statuses.

In the world of life, we need an approved and affirmative reply.

In this way, their work can be coordinated and adjusted and implemented.

"Speaking of this... I will go to your place after I die?"

"... Although it's not good to say that,... I wish you a happy time every day... Please bring this sincere blessing to the entire Special Investigation Office... Oh, don't forget src..."

Zen Ming:...

I just asked ordinary questions! Wouldn't it be better if you answered me normally? Don't add so many shows to yourself!

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Abra African Restaurant is a very famous African specialty restaurant in Zhuzhou.

From Taji pot, to five-color rice, Ingira, Gusmi, Muamba... everything is available, and the prices are very fair.

Chef Abra, every generation calls this name. Now it is the third generation. The neighbors can't remember the name clearly, but they are used to calling him Abra.

He has his own fixed biological clock, such as he must go to bed after 10 o'clock every night, especially in this restless year.

He is not married, has no offspring, nor has any relatives and friends. No one knows that every night at 10 o'clock, this African chef with excellent cooking tastes will stand in his cloakroom and write on the mirror with a lipstick.

"There is still no response...it's like something isolating China from the outside world..." He sighed, threw his lipstick to the window, covered his face with his hands, and sat on the chair.

That's not lipstick.

But...a human finger bone!

The center was hollowed out, and the rosy color inside...it looked like flowing bone marrow!

The cloakroom is not big, and the waiting mirror in front of him is also very old. It is no exaggeration to say that it has a history of hundreds of years. He sighed for a long time, and finally put down his hand and prepared to stand up.

In any case, being able to serve the ancestors totem is the greatest honor of the Abra family.

Every time he comforted himself like this, but this time, he was suddenly stunned as soon as he raised his head an inch.

Someone...

The yin energy was so strong that the temperature in the whole room dropped rapidly. A pair of black boots stepped on the ground. Looking up, it was a vermilion robe...

This is……

A terrifying noun suddenly rushed into his brain. Without thinking, he knelt down like crazy and kowtowed desperately: "Good me, I'm sorry!!!"

"Chinese Mandarin is right... After all, I have been in China for three generations." A young voice came from the top of my head. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next second, the other party's words almost made him jump up.

"Which Holy Spirit is your master? Which tribe do you belong to?"

Boom! It was like thunder struck the brain, he really jumped up. However, before it could be raised, an indescribable force came and pressed him to the ground.

"Have your ancestors told you to have a good relationship with the Zhu Ming family in China?"

"In the past century, have people from the Zhu Ming family come to you?"

"explain!!"

Kalalala... The whole house, glass, decorations, tables and chairs, sounded in a row. This sound was like thunder breaking through the sky. Abra had only despair in his heart.

Found...

From the beginning of this mission, he expected this day, but when it really came, it was so desperate...

Is this the power of that world...

The electric lights in the room were still bright, but they could not give him any sense of safety. Because... there was no shadow on the ground.

"I...I'm sorry!!" He gritted his teeth and did not dare to say a word.

silence.

Crazy silence.

A few seconds later, the sound above the head sounded again: "You seem to have misunderstood something."

His voice seemed to have a smile: "The underworld in China does not mean to hold people accountable. But..."

Brush...A plane ticket fell in front of him: "Now, pack up your things and take me to Africa. Your tribe."
Chapter completed!