In the empty and solemn temple, candles with tall people burned with raging ghost fires, and the pale firelight shone the temple as if it were daytime. Outside the temple are rows of ancestor warriors with bone masks, inlaid with bone rings and animal leather skirts, and holding spears and shields. Row after row, forming a solemn and majestic military formation along the road in the center of the temple.

In front of the temple, there were ten pale skeletons, made of skeletons of some Yin beasts. Each one was two meters long and was mounted on several skeleton bisons. The bison was tied together by chains and did not move at all, only the scarlet ghost fire shining in their eyes proved that they lived in the underworld.

In the military formation, a dark flag fluttered in the wind, with a hideous cobra painted on it. There were at least a thousand people on the scene, but it was as silent as a cemetery. The solemn atmosphere was like an invisible hand holding the heart of a person. No one standing here could breathe.

"Don't worry, this is the Chief Imperial Guard of Lord Holy Spirit. The life of every ghost is in the hands of Lord Holy Spirit. There is no possibility of rebellion." Bablu stood beside Qin Ye and replied with a smile.

Qin Ye nodded quietly. Last night, the diplomats from the underworld of Hei Mamba informed him that they would invite him to the Temple of the Holy Spirit at 9:00 this morning. Unexpectedly, the scene was greeted with him was such a formal scene.

There are ten minutes left before nine o'clock. He looked at the closed temple in the rear through the strict military formation. On the thick stone door, the front relief of the "African Death God" Black Mamba was lifelike, occupying a gate that was a total of meters high. Through this solemn gate, he seemed to see the wise gaze of the old Holy Spirit inside, as well as the three elders and ancestor witches, who were ready for battle, but did not lack etiquette and standard sitting posture.

So far, except for the accompanying of Deputy Chief Bablu, there is no word. But everything in front of him is already telling Qin Ye, the attitude of the Holy Spirit Black Mamba.

I know you are here.

I know what you are doing, too.

Since you chose to step into this place again, you are here to convince me that the Holy Spirit and Chief who has lived on the African continent for thousands of years.

I will not face you with a private visit as I did last time. Because since you have taken this step, what we have to face is the consultation between the underworld.

Please come here.

Getting closer to this door representing the god of death in Africa, in history, the heads of state who entered the outer land here did not know the geometry, and you were one of them.

I will have a formal meeting with you, here.

The noisy wind and the solemn ghosts seemed to be telling all this. Qin Ye's face was unrest.

Since we have come to this point, it is the only and best solution at present. I am afraid that I will be useless and not prepared to make a decision is not a reason. What I have to do is only the best.

Even though the heart is already beating wildly, the thinking is particularly clear.

This is a moment worth remembering in the history of the New Underworld, comparable to the moment when Pengqiu was captured.

Time passed by minute by minute. Ten minutes later, the ancestor warriors in front of the temple all sounded the horns, whimpering! The desolate horn sounded across the earth, adding a sense of majesty to this slaughter.

This is a dialogue between countries.

This is the deal between Death and Death.

This is a negotiation between the old king and the new noble.

Crazy la la la la la la la la... With the sound of the horn, the gate of the temple slowly opened. A yin energy belonging to Yama, the God of Death, and the Holy Spirit rushed out of the temple like a tsunami, swept across the entire venue in an instant! In an instant, a pattern of yin energy connected to the head and tail spread out at the feet of all the chiefs and imperial guards.

That was a snake.

African God of Death Black Mamba.

This is also...the military formation!

Any negotiation is a process of illuminating muscles and temptation. This is also the basic etiquette of negotiation. As this yin energy swept across the underworld, all the imperial guards bent down, and Qin Ye was the same, bowing deeply towards the direction of the temple.

Brush! A bright red carpet, like a black mamba's snake letter, flew out in the air and spread directly into Qin Ye from the temple. Bablu stood up straight, with a solemn but seemingly sincere smile on his face, and made a gesture of inviting Qin Ye.

After taking a deep breath, the majestic cold wind stimulated Qin Ye's hairs standing up one by one. However, at this moment, he still walked in without hesitation.

As the King of Hell, when the underworld is poor, I must...do something.

Just behind him, the spears of the ghost soldiers on both sides stood up and crossed in the air. As he advanced, the sound of the sound of the sound of the spears behind him was endless. Soon, a triumphal road formed by spears was formed.

Qin Ye did not turn around, but firmly walked into the temple step by step. Just as he stepped in, the door behind him closed.

At this moment, the entire temple fell into darkness. However, it immediately became brighter.

He immediately saw the layout of the entire temple.

In the center is a round table, not the rectangular dining table before. The stone round table is carved with black Mamba reliefs on the front. The legs that support the stone table are also covered with complex snake-shaped patterns.

There was no huge snake-shaped skeleton throne that last time, and there was no arrangement in the temple. There were only ten huge candles, held by the main platform wrapped around by two snakes, like a lighthouse in the dark night. It was lonely and infiltrating.

Where candlelight cannot shine, there is endless darkness, endless, as if walking in the endless eternal winter. It also seems like the night of dawn will never come. In this suffocating darkness, a rustling sound slowly sounded.

A piece of black scales, like a black gem, occasionally shining in the darkness. It tells all the secrets that there is a big thing outside this top-secret round table.

"Welcome to you, the yin of the country." The Holy Spirit Black Mamba sat in the first place, not sitting as casually as last time, but sitting upright. The moment she saw it, it seemed as if she was facing a giant mountain, and the overwhelming pressure seemed to be telling the world that it was one of the belongings of the dead on this planet.

The owner of the God of Death's rights.

It stood up, put its four-finger hands on its abdomen, and bowed slightly. Today it was dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes, not only flashy gold ornaments, but also made of jade, ruby ​​and sapphire, with gold-inlaid shoulders, and white almost transparent robes. It even had feathers with red background and white feathers.

funny?

No.

The extremely impactful folk style brings only majesty under the pressure of the yin energy of the Yama level.

A unique majesty.

This is the outfit of the official meeting between the African God of Death, and no one in the underworld, has the qualification to ridicule.

Beside him, the three elders, who were also dressed in gorgeous formal clothes, were sitting in three great elders. The ancestor witch, wearing a skeleton mask and a totem tattoo, stood up at the same time on the other side. She made a gesture of inviting the last chair.

Qin Ye clasped his fists and bowed deeply. He sat on the chair without saying a word.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but he felt it was so hot that it was so hot that his blood vessels were beating gently.

It was not until he sat here that he felt... his fingers were trembling slightly without any sense of consciousness.

"Don't panic! Never panic!" In my mind, the calm and nervous army charged forward to each other. This kind of meeting with a very ritual, solemn, and formal sense, I only know how much pressure is when I sit up. But now, there is no way out.

Behind him is also a suburb.

Even... it was once... no! Now it is one of the most high-ranking underworlds!

"Calm down... Qin Ye, what you can do... be calm! No one is born with it. Even the founding fathers of New China in the world are toddlers to learn how to establish diplomatic relations with foreign countries. At least others don't know the truth about the underworld in China!"

With constant self-suggestion, the army named calm in my heart finally occupied the high ground. A minute had passed unknowingly. Several waiters hiding in the shadows had respectfully served coffee. Then...

Like a stone sculpture, standing between the gaps of candles, without even covering up the shape of the raised strips on the waist.

That's a scabbard.

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba gently picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. A smile seemed to be kind on the snake's head: "Jun Qinfu, please allow me to represent the Black Mamba underworld to express my sincere welcome to your country and your arrival again."

here we go……

Qin Ye's heart, which had just calmed down, was instantly beating wildly, his fingers trembled like cramps, and he knocked on the armrest of the chair silently, smiling and nodding politely: "I represent the underworld of Fengdu, as well as the second and third kings of Hell, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you."

The other party is asking about his identity!

In the past few days, he has realized that his identity can no longer be used as Zhu Ming's son-in-law. Because... the clan will not do this.

No family will send a secret messenger to the underworld to get information because of a joke that is not related to the family because of a joke. It does not prove the need for this joke. To prove it, it can only be the work of the ruling government.

So, there is no need to hide it.

Sure enough, all the dark differences in the black mamba underworld were not at all surprised. The Holy Spirit Black Mamba pondered for a moment and took the initiative to say: "In view of the unpredictable situation in the underworld of China, the underworld of China wants to ask the local government to stand by the Chinese? Why? Because the Russian underworld wants to involve the forbidden art? Because there is a shadow of the Greek underworld behind the Russian underworld? Qin Fujun, I think it is better not to have such a low-key provocation method."

"When two major underworlds are concerned, integrity should be based on conversations."

"Please allow me to point out three problems." Qin Ye's thinking has moved to the fastest. As soon as the other party's words fell, he said in a deep voice: "First of all, there is not an unpredictable situation in China. Or do you think that if the second generation of Hell is still there, what is something that he cannot control?"

"As far as I know, there are several big families in your country, and the King of Hell is not strong in their control. For example... the smuggling of Africa by the Zhu Ming family you represented?"

"What do you mean is that China has lost control?"

"Not necessarily?" The Holy Spirit Black Mamba leaned on the chair and looked at Qin Ye deeply, as if he could pierce the soul through his body: "Regime change often means war. China has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and the specific situation is not disclosed. It is not necessarily that there are special circumstances?"

"Sir Holy Spirit." Qin Ye's smile also turned cold: "Your residence should not speculate on these boring contents that make people laugh, okay? Three thousand years of civil strife in the underworld? I can't think of any other meaning except for making people laugh."
Chapter completed!