Like a mountain like a sea, as if looking up at the sky, as if looking down at the earth. The feeling of facing the vastness of the sky and the earth, I was like a drop in the ocean, surging over the sky and making people breathe hard.

This is a threat. Qin Ye dares to bet that the Holy Spirit of the Black Mamba is definitely powerful. It seems to be the center of a tsunami, and the yin energy from all directions is pilgrimage to it. Just like the worship of the sun, it concentrates all its eyes and cannot see anything else at all.

Is this the complete form of Yan Luo?

What a monster...

Suppressing his beating heart, Qin Ye clenched his fist stained with cold sweat and bowed sincerely: "Hua Guoyin sent the Qin Mansion to see the Holy Spirit."

It is not a bow to the other party's status, but a bow to the Yan Luo, who has only a hundred balls for thousands of years, and a greeting to the determination to reach the top.

As soon as he finished speaking, the snake bones circled and floated beyond normalcy in the sky. In the snake skull that was ten meters tall, two golden ghost fires lit up, looking directly at Qin Ye: "Angel of China... Please sit down."

With this sentence, the invisible pressure suddenly dissipated. Qin Ye could finally withdraw his gaze and look at the scene.

Just in front of the Holy Spirit, there is a ten-meter-long table covered with bright African-style tablecloths. Six chairs are placed on both sides in turn, with one in the center. The distance is not far. The back of the chair is decorated with hideous beast skulls. The table in the center is already filled with various unique delicacies in the underworld.

Five of them were already sitting on the Yinchao. There were three chairs. Qin Ye almost thought that the same person was sitting on it at first glance.

They were wearing skeleton masks of unknown creatures, and they couldn't see their appearance clearly. They were wearing pure black robes. The necks and hands were covered with golden rings, and circles of exquisitely crafted decorations were hung on their chests. Behind the skeleton masks above their heads, there were circles of pure white feathers, just like the god of death in African mythology.

"Qinfu Master, let me introduce it." Bablu said with a smile on one of the chairs: "These three are the elders of the underworld of Hei Mamba. They do not have specific names. While serving as elders of the council, they were awarded the titles of fiery sun, bright moon, and stars."

Qin Ye smiled and bowed, and then he noticed that the three elders' skeleton masks were painted with bright red totems of the sun, moon and stars on their foreheads.

Bablu made a gesture of invitation and smiled and said, "In Africa, the only decision-makers of all tribes are the Holy Spirit. However, the daily affairs are all under the responsibility of the ancestor witch. This is the ancestor witch of the Hei Mamba tribe, and you can call him the ancestor witch of Kane."

All the secret messes put their hands together, stood up respectfully, and returned the courtesy devoutly.

The hall was quiet.

There were even no waiters or guards. Only Bablu’s voice echoed in the empty and quiet temple. You could even hear the candles that were tall with one person, like the light sound of burning flowers in the dark night, a sense of sacredness and a sense of ritual arises naturally.

Qin Ye sat down slowly. From the beginning of entering the door, his nerves were like a bow, slowly tightening. Until now, the bowstring had reached a full moon state and was ready to go.

He knew very well that he had just obtained the qualification to meet. But the real talk was a long way to go.

Russia has already taken action. He now wants to persuade the other party to give up Russia's interests and not expose the current situation of the underworld in China - this is a question that will definitely be asked in the negotiations. It is a core issue.

Why doesn’t China take action?

Why does China need African platforms?

Russia is here

At the doorstep of your home, the top underworld, why don’t you come forward to convene the Executive Council? You have this qualification!

Dongdongdongdongdong... Qin Ye smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him, shook it gently, and took a sip of disguisedness.

The wine glass is actually warm - in the underworld, things with warmth are the most valuable. This high-footed wine glass that looks no different from ordinary glasses is actually flashy and restrained. It is luxurious and unobtrusive.

The warm liquid poured into the heart, making it calmer. While putting down the wine glass, there was already a...biology sitting in the chief?

A snake man.

It has a cobra-like head, a black body, and a vermilion tattoo. It is not tall, at most only 1.6 meters tall. It is covered with gold ornaments and is wearing a simple white short robe. The wide seat is a bit redundant and even funny to it. But no one can laugh. Instead... everyone put their hands devoutly on their chests and bowed respectfully.

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba form! The God of Death in this country is sitting on this table.

The suffocating yin energy reminds everyone all the time to recognize whose territory this is!

Dead silence.

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba's eyes fell straight on Qin Ye. Qin Ye's hands were covered with cold sweat, and he nodded with a smile. Until a few seconds later, the head of the poisonous snake smiled, touching the smooth snake scales on his face trembled slightly, and actually smiled anthropomorphically and pressed his hands: "Please sit, I seem a little nervous?"

Qin Ye nodded and smiled, "The Holy Spirit is so powerful that he has to be nervous."

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba smiled: "It is the first time that the envoy has visited all over the country. Although he is nervous, he can still maintain rituals, which is not easy."

Qin Ye pursed his lips and said, "There was a story in China. Two brothers met with the king. The brother was sweating profusely. The king asked: Why? The brother replied: He was trembling and sweating profusely. He asked his younger brother why he didn't sweat. He said: He was trembling and did not dare to sweat. The first time I met with foreign Yama, I was in the latter state."

A little joke, all the villains here smiled kindly. The atmosphere was a little softer.

Qin Ye was also laughing, gently wiping the cold sweat on his hands on the armrest.

He had seen several powerful men of the Yama level, but he never thought that the unrestrained Yama's yin energy was so terrible.

This is the real God of Death. In front of him, the pressure that hits his face, the suffocation that seems to face the heaven and earth, like a shadow following him.

"There is no one else here." The Holy Spirit Black Mamba said lightly: "If you are here today, in Chinese terms, you can speak out and enter my ears. There will be no eighth creature who knows it. Bablu."

"Yes." Bablu stood up and clapped his hands gently. Suddenly, rows of skeletons walked out behind the shadow of the pillars. They were placed neatly and orderly on the table. Soon, the ten-meter-long table was filled with various types, but not at all messy. Even the orientation and angle of the plates were extremely uniform.

The dishes were extremely rich, and Qin Ye did not use a knife or fork. This was a dinner party, and even more talks. Eating too much can make your thinking slow, and... embarrassing.

This kind of banquet is not for eating.

He slowly sipped the wine, his posture was elegant and reserved, waiting for the other party's question.

Similarly, the others almost didn't use their knives and forks. Just after three rounds of wine, Bablu coughed lightly and looked at Qin Ye with a smile: "Qinfu Jun, I have reported your purpose to Lord Holy Spirit. Here, we have a few questions to ask."

"May I ask." Qin Ye replied with a flawless smile.

The drunkard's intention is not wine, but...the resentful soul crystal mine. But no matter what, Russia has already started to take action, it has to feed these people.

Babru nodded and looked solemn: "The first question is, how many fleets are there this time, are there any detailed regulations? For example, how many ships are there in total? How much is the load capacity of each ship? The specific departure time, the port of docking, and the route of navigation?"

Of course not.

This is the entry point that Qin Ye thought of temporarily. How could he make these things? He didn't understand it, so he rashly made a plan, which was full of loopholes.

"No." He answered truthfully, with a serious expression: "Don't your mansion think this is too advanced until everything is uncertain?"

All the evil eyes looked at each other. Although there were not many people, the scene... were all the Duke! The majestic Yin Qi mixed together, as if it was overwhelming.

Qin Ye's hair on his skin stood up, his neck felt a little stiff, and he said in a deep voice: "The Chinese Kingdom has been in seclusion for a hundred years. The lines with many underworlds have long been disconnected. Now he has started the fleet rashly and has no intentions. Do you think it is possible? Moreover, the emperor of this mansion personally takes action to show his importance to this matter. After everything is decided, there will naturally be a match between China and you."

"Qinfu Jun." Elder Lieyang said slowly: "The importance is different from professionalism. I am frank, in your conversation with Deputy Chief Bablu, I did not find your professionalism. Or..."

He paused and said slowly: "Actually, the Zhu family doesn't care about it?"

Qin Ye smiled.

"Elder Lieyang is not the case, but the opposite is true."

"First of all, this is just the intention of both sides. We don't know whether your government will open its country a hundred years later as it was a hundred years ago. After all, China also has the time to close its country. To determine the intentions of both sides, what is needed is not professionalism, but trust."

"This trust is not our mutual trust, but the Zhu family's trust in me. You should know that I am the prince-consort, not the direct descendant of the Zhu family. The Zhu family sent me out to be absolutely trusted. Trust me can bring back the intentions of your mansion in its entirety."

Elder Lieyang nodded, as if he had agreed to this explanation and stopped talking.

The scene was a little silent. The Holy Spirit Black Mamba gave a wink at Bablu, and it could be seen that he was slowly delegating power. Bablu smelled the fragrance and Zhiyayi, took a sip of wine and continued: "We still believe in the identity of Qin Fujun, after all..."

He smiled slightly: "As you said, it doesn't matter who you actually represent. Madagascar has a superior terrain and always opens its doors to welcome your fleet."

"Okay, then if you want to talk about the specific process later, does the Zhu family have a plan? What kind of goods will be loaded this time?"

Qin Ye was careful and did not dare to answer a word wrong. He paused for a few seconds before saying, "A work of art."

"for example?"

"For example, some clothes made of good fabrics, jewelry carved with special gems, etc., and some decorations made by everyone."

This is something he has seen and has been counted on the data. And there are quite a few.

"Where is the Rain Flying Swallow?" At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the head of the seat, and the Holy Spirit Black Mamba looked straight in his eyes: "The Zhu family promised me that the next route would bring ten Rain Flying Swallows. This promise..."
Chapter completed!