Quite awkward.

The level of the Duke Jun... Qin Ye narrowed his eyes, stood up, and sat next to the Duke Jun that no one could see. The two looked at each other and looked at each other. Then he smiled and nodded: "The Duke Jun of Huaguo, the Duke of Qin."

The two hands were held together, cold and hot. Miaso's eyes flashed suddenly and he gasped: "Isn't it true that a living person?"

Then he shook his head with emotion: "It is worthy of being a precedent for the misfortune of living people... There are no more than ten underworlds in the world..."

He took out a small box and presented it with his hands: "The 'Sunbird' tribe of the Eritrea's Underworld, a gift of the sun disc, and asked the Chinese ambassador to accept it with a smile."

Qin Ye took it with a smile. This kind of gift is not too expensive, but it must have its own characteristics as an underworld, and its artistic value is better than its actual value.

All this on the plane has long attracted everyone's attention, but Qin Ye winked and all the crew seemed to have nothing happened.

Qin Ye put the exquisite wooden gift box aside and smiled unintentionally: "So, the major African countries are still composed of tribal forms? The itinerary is urgent, so I don't have time to pay homage to the chief of the Sunbird Tribe, and I hope he can't afford it."

"Yes." The conversation between the two sides seemed to be unstable, and the smile on Miaso's face was flawless: "I didn't expect that the secret of the Four Constellations of the Underworld suddenly came. There were diplomatic documents in the past, and we didn't have time to prepare."

Both sides looked at each other and smiled.

Without saying anything, Qin Ye tapped the handrail gently with his fingers. The two short sentences seemed to be unrest, but in fact they had a rich meaning.

The Sunbird Tribe...brightens muscles in the dark.

I am afraid that the moment you landed, the Holy Spirit of the Sunbird Tribe immediately discovered himself, so he arranged for Miaso to board the plane quietly, which is a reminder to Qin Ye: You are here and leave without saying a word, but don’t think you can hide it from the eyes of the Holy Spirit. Since you don’t want other underworlds to know, we will not make it public.

It is a silent tacit understanding.

Qin Ye glanced at the other party quietly, and his thoughts turned. He didn't care what the Holy Spirit of the Sunbird Tribe did, but... this opportunity... is very good!

The plane is its own plane, and no information will be disclosed here. Two... Eritrea is not far from Egypt and Greece. The country on the Red Coast has a very good terrain. It can be said to be the second gateway to guard Egypt. If you want to negotiate with the Holy Spirit of Africa, you can't bypass the Sunbird Tribe.

It is true that he can have a long talk with Miasso here, but he does not want Eritrea to know about this first, after all... the other party is too close to the Egyptian underworld.

Madagascar further apart is obviously a better place to talk.

However, not letting the other party know it does not mean not letting the other party know it.

"Cough..." In a silence, Qin Ye coughed lightly at his mouth, covering up the smile on his lips: "I am here anxiously, and naturally because of the situation."

"Oh?" Miaso's face seemed to be indifferent, but just listened to your storytelling look, and smiled: "I don't know if the Sunbird Tribe can help."

"Of course." Qin Ye looked at the blue sky outside the window of the machine: "After all, it's about forbidden art...Mr. Miasso, he is about to fly out of Eritrea territory. Is it appropriate for you to stay here?"

Forbidden technique!

When these two words were expressed, the smile on Miasso's face froze for a moment, his pupils narrowed slightly, but they immediately returned to their original state.

Is this...the hook?

He looked at Qin Ye deeply, and his body turned into a cold wind and disappeared: "If there is a place in need of help, the Sunbird Tribe is always waiting for the dispatch."

He disappeared, and Qin Ye looked at the vast clouds below without saying a word.

It's close...

I have cast my first hook, and the time to showdown with the African Chiefs is getting closer...

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Madagascar is the fourth largest island in the world, with a tropical climate. The island has dense palm trees, towering baobabs, and various tropical plants and rainforests.

After several colonizations, the islands on the island have a strong European style. It is like a simplified version of the European town. Among the buildings with a very European style, there are occasionally mixed with thatched huts with authentic African flavors. However, the construction is not rough. At the same time, it is also one of the most complex areas in the world with faith.

Historically, it has become a colony of France and Spain. No matter any colonization, as the war comes, there must be religions. Therefore, there are many sects here, including Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism... Of course, the most believers are the native African religion: all things have spiritual religions.

Because of faith, most Africans look at corpses as here, as here. This is very similar to China, but it is even heavier here. Because, in Africa's largest belief in all things, once the corpse disappears, the ancestors cannot protect future generations. Almost no family will accept cremation. Therefore, the shops about funerals here are much more unusual.

"Don't think about running away." Sitting in the taxi, Qin Ye looked out the window lazily, and said casually: "You should know how to search the soul. If you don't have to force yourself, I don't want to use such anti-human tricks."

The rental he bought had already circled around Antananarivo three times. Although it was a famous tourist destination, Madagascar's development was not good. If we talk about the degree of modernization alone, it would probably be similar to that of better towns in China. And because of the dry weather in Africa, we always feel a sense of depression with yellow sand all over the sky.

Abra's face was pale - although it was impossible to see in that black face, his trembling body betrayed everything.

Qin Ye looked at the watch: "I will give you another ten minutes to consider the time."

"If you still don't want to, then... I appreciate your loyalty and will give you a decent way of death."

Abra bit his lips tightly and remained silent, and Qin Ye did not speak anymore. Time passed quickly, and ten minutes later, the hotel they lived in appeared in sight again.

brush!

The taxi drove through the intersection quickly and raised dust.

"Stop." Qin Ye opened his eyes and said, and the car stopped immediately. He opened his eyes and looked at Abra last, sighed, pushed open the car door and walked out.

Why did he sigh?

The last look he looked at me was no different from looking at a dead person. Am I... dying?

At this moment, a huge fear instantly swallowed his thoughts. Just as Qin Ye left, he rushed out suddenly, grabbed the hem of the other party's suit, and knelt down with a thud on his knees, almost sobbing: "I do...I do!!"

"I tell you everything I know! I just want you to keep me alive!"

Qin Ye gently pulled back his hem of his clothes and smiled slightly: "Only by being sensible can you live long and lead the way."

There are some things that have been decided, and you won’t hesitate anymore.

Abra took a deep breath and said something to the driver in local language. The driver immediately waved his hand in horror. As Qin Ye floated over two hundred yuan, the taxi happily started the second journey.

The surrounding scenery faded away quickly and became more and more desolate. From civilized buildings to farmlands and fields, even the farmland disappeared. There were only vast mountains around.

You can occasionally see vehicles on the road, and there are more people than vehicles.

Rows of Africans in white robes, carrying human-shaped objects wrapped in white cloth, as well as cattle and sheep, walked forward. They drove along the way, and there were at least a dozen such teams.

"Actually, I have never had any contact with the underworld in Madagascar." Abra finally organized the language and bit his lips and said, "Indeed, our family has contact information with the underworld, but... from the oracle obtained by our ancestors... don't contact them at the most important moment."

His eyes looked out the window: "This kind of connection is divided into foreign countries and domestic countries... Do you know why the driver refuses to come here?"

Qin Ye followed his gaze and looked forward. It was a big mountain.

"Because... this is the 'ancestral shelter'." Abra closed his eyes and said tremblingly: "All the dead will be placed in this place. You see these people in white robes on the road, which are funerals."

"The funeral customs in Africa are different from other places..." He opened his eyes, as if he had calmed down, and said hoarsely: "Did you see that they are all holding cattle and sheep? Cattle and sheep are symbols of wealth here, and the highest one is cows. Being able to be buried in cowskin is a privilege that only African nobles once had. At twelve o'clock tonight, they will slaughter cattle and sheep in the ancestral shelter, peel off the cowskin, and then... wrap the body and be buried."

Interesting... Qin Ye listened with great interest. This kind of customs and culture in the foreign lands, not only increases experience, but allows people to see a completely different world.

"Just buried with blood?"

"No..." I don't know what I thought of, Abra shivered all over. He swallowed hard before continuing: "You remember that there are three extremely strange things here. They are also... the real entrance to the underworld!"

"First, at any location in the Ancestral Spirit Refuge, you can see the full moon at midnight.... No matter whether you should be a full moon today, you will definitely see it!"

His voice was floating: "No matter where! No matter what angle! It is like an eye, always... not in charge of the world of night!"

Qin Ye nodded slightly.

Abra had to lead the way, and this idea he never changed.

Of course, he can burst out with yin energy, and the Holy Spirit of Madagascar will be sent to guide the way immediately. But...

Is this far from Egypt?

Yin Yu, there are Yin Qi, and there are living people like Abra. Madagascar is not a strong country, and it is not difficult to be invaded by the Egyptian living Yin Yu. It is related to the forbidden technique, so he never wants to attract unnecessary attention.

Moreover, how many evil people will feel the explosion of a man's yin energy? Will anyone let it go?

Since you want to visit privately, you must be as private as possible. It is best to let Abra use the upper and lower levels of contact permissions.

He listened carefully.

"Second..." Abra sighed: "Cowhide, also known as corpse clothes, is the corpse clothes hanging here, which will be dry within an hour. No one can explain why."

He glanced at Qin Ye: "These two points may not be enough to attract your attention, but you must remember the third point...you must remember it well."

"That's...the legend about the ancestral shelter."
Chapter completed!