Qin Ye felt that since the establishment of the underworld, he has grown more and more mature day by day.

Perhaps it was not maturity, but as his official position grew higher and higher, Wang Chenghao did not dare to joke with him, and Alsace did not spray venom with him. His subordinates met him respectfully. The indifference of his youth, who was once the second-year-old, has now turned into a sunset...

Now, the people who come and go to and from all over the country are in contact with international disputes. He can no longer laugh and scold as before.

But unexpectedly, he didn't feel much repulsive.

Maybe it’s because I have experienced too much along the way. Maybe it’s because of the completely different looks of another world in the past two years that have opened his eyes. He actually felt...

It seems nothing wrong?

Has the second generation brainwashed themselves successfully?

Thinking about it carefully...

He naturally smiled at the outskirts of the underworld ministers and elders. Now he is certainly not so naive that he is slow to behave. Instead, he is polite and polite with the etiquette of the Supreme Kingdom of the Heavenly Kingdom.

Before the oracle was released, he was the most beautiful baby here.

The topic is unremarkable, but it can make everyone smile understandably from time to time. It also makes the topic continue strangely. This is probably a unique method for politicians...

After chatting for twenty minutes, Bablu walked up with a smile: "Everyone, the oracle is about to be issued, why not... let's leave now? Qinfu Jun, please."

He made a gesture of invitation, and Qin Ye bowed to the other secret messengers: "I will lose my companionship, everyone, when the new and old Chinese countries are replaced, I will invite you to come to China and will definitely be entertained by you."

"Then I'll remember it." The minister of the Lion's tribe laughed like a blooming sunflower: "Our entire tribe likes Chinese porcelain, silk, and ink paintings very much. Unfortunately, the yield is too low."

"I look forward to that day." The old man from the Jinxi Tribe also replied with a smile: "I wish the Qin Mansion to successfully inherit the throne. The Jinxi Tribe will always be your most loyal friend."

"Qinfu Jun, if you pass by the Sunbird Tribe next time, please inform us in advance, so that we can fulfill our friendship as a landlord." "Mr. Qin, I sincerely look forward to your visit next time. This time the trip is too fast and I didn't have time to appreciate the scenery of Africa."

They are not qualified to go to the Ancestor Hall. They are rushing to come, of course, to finally give a glimpse of the presence of their tribe. This is called political investment.

After all, it is one of the heirs of the Four Constant Level Underworld. What if... the other party is on board?

At this time, the other party will definitely not remember everyone - this is something that everyone knows. However, it cannot be remembered.

As Qin Ye got on the car, the scene where he laughed and laughed just now suddenly became silent. The ministers seemed to have exhausted all their energy because of the enthusiasm just now, nodded slightly to the others and went back to their respective homes.

Bang... The car caught up, Bablu closed the window and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he looked at Qin Ye in a complicated manner.

When Lord Holy Spirit told him the true identity of Qin Fujun, he couldn't believe it. Now when he saw the other person again, he still felt like he was in a dream.

"Qinfu Jun, I was rude before." He bowed sincerely and said with a stern look: "This tribe doesn't know that you are one of the successors of the King of Hell in China. According to the truth, you should not live in such a villa. There are strict systems for candidates and ordinary officials to travel. I am sorry for our previous mistakes."

Look, you can speak more.

He clearly didn't say it, but now it's all over it to the Black Mamba underworld. He takes responsibility and can do it.

thing.

Huh?

Why haven’t you been so good at speaking before? Is this still a talented skill?

"Mr. Qin. I guess you have to rush back to China immediately after the oracle is issued. This place is only ten minutes away from the Ancestor Hall. Before that, I have something to tell you."

His face became solemn. Qin Ye also corrected his face and nodded, "Please say it."

Bablu looked straight into Qin Ye's eyes and spoke with a sincere look: "No matter what the situation is, the Black Mamba Underworld is your most loyal friend."

"I think our friendship may not be built on monotonous trade. What do you think?"

He has a big appetite... Qin Ye's eyes moved slightly, and he supported his jaw with one hand, and nodded with a smile.

This is to rely on Qin Ye, hoping that he can win the throne of the third King of Hell in China. He believes that if he is only one step away, the other party will definitely send troops without hesitation!

But...why refuse?

Fortunately, the seal of the second generation father, now... who can know what the current situation in China is? The only secret that comes out is, what he says, you can only believe what you believe.

"Maybe there is this opportunity."

There is no need to say too much. Such words are already disrespectful, and Bablu didn't dare to continue talking along this topic. He nodded and leaned on the seat and started chatting with Qin Ye.

Soon, the car stopped. Qin Ye got out of the car and saw that there was a slaughtering place around him.

tombstone.

All are tombstones.

Africa respects ancestors. The more tombstones there are, the more sacred they are to them. The tombstones in Africa are different from those in China. They are crosses tied up with wood. At the top are beast skulls, beast teeth collars, and a circle of feathers are inserted around them. Among countless tombs, a dark Egyptian-style hall is embraced in the center.

The tombstone is very tall, about two meters, neatly arranged, forming passages. Bablu took Qin Ye and walked in from one of them and stopped in front of the hall.

This is a hall made of obsidian. Obsidian, also known as "Dragon Crystal" and "Ten Sheng Stone", is a natural glaze formed by the sudden cooling of the magma flowing out of volcanic lava. It is an amorphous gem. However, there is no trace of piles seen in this hall, and it seems to be made of a whole piece of obsidian.

There are seventeen gates in the square. Each gate is carved with a totem of a huge beast. There are sun birds, rhinos, lions, and hyenas... There is no evil here. In the hall, Qin Ye has already felt the yin energy of the Holy Spirit Black Mamban, which is like a mountain and a sea.

"This is the most sacred place in every tribe." Bablu looked at the Ancestor Hall with an extremely fanatical look: "Even if the Holy Spirit Temple is destroyed and the Ancestor Hall is still there, that tribe can recondensate the totem and form the Holy Spirit... Qinfu Jun, please, only the ancestor witches can enter here. I can no longer walk forward."

Qin Ye nodded, took a few deep breaths, tidied up his robe, and walked in solemnly.

It was like a dense forest, and every step you took, you could hear the murmur of the soul. A little bit of ghost fire flew between the tombs. Every time you entered a meter, the heads of the beasts behind him seemed to be embedded with the eyes of a living person, looking at him, the living in the dead country.

There was no sound when my feet stepped on the ground, and the shadow seemed to be not my own. The moment my heels were raised, they screamed and dispersed like a group of bats. This slight sound made this place even more silence and terrifying.

Just as he walked to the hall, the heavy stone door opened silently like a wooden board. As he stepped in, it closed quietly.

brush……

one

The ghost fire lit up, followed by the second pair, the third pair, the bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang b

At the end of the road is a lifelike sculpture.

It was a giant snake covered with feathers, somewhat similar to a cobra. However, in the "glasses", a pair of wings highlighted, flapping their wings to fly. The whole statue is silver-white, and just one look makes people feel dizzy.

There was no Yin Talisman, but at this glance, it seemed like I saw a galaxy and a vast ocean. Its shape, its curves, and its appearance constituted an indescribable symbol.

That kind of symbol is called death. It is called god.

From the statue to the door, there is a red carpet. In front of the statue is a three-story ladder. However, at this moment, a figure was sitting in front of the ladder.

Holy Spirit Black Mamba.

Its whole body was shrouded in the shadows, with an unclear expression. When he saw Qin Ye coming in, he raised his eyes slightly: "You are here."

Qin Ye did not walk forward, but stared at the other party. After a long time, he shouted: "Who are you?"

"Ha..." The Holy Spirit Black Mamba smiled unspecified: "You don't recognize me anymore?"

Qin Ye took another step, fate roared out from his sleeve, emitting a dazzling light, and the pupils of the Holy Spirit Black Mamba suddenly shrank. Qin Ye's back was tightly against the cold gate. There was no opening, but the defensive action had proved everything.

This is not the Holy Spirit Black Mamba!

They are both Yama. However, the yin energy on the other party is longer and older than the Holy Spirit Black Mamba! Even... with a decay and sacred smell!

It stood up.

The moment it stood up, everything in this hall seemed to have become shadows, and suddenly shook. The feeling was like an old-fashioned TV suddenly burst into pieces.

There was only about 0:00 and 1 second shock. The next second, fate burst into thousands of golden lights in front of Qin Ye, and a figure stood in front of fate.

Official Holy Spirit Black Mamba!

In a blink of an eye, he almost teleported a hundred meters!

It did not move, but looked at Qin Ye with his hands in his arms: "Don't you know who I am yet?"

Qin Ye gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "I should feel grateful if I can get the favor of the Feathered Snake God... Should I feel lucky?"

"Oh?" The Holy Spirit Black Mamba had no expression on her face: "Reason?"

Qin Ye licked his lips: "The feathered snake god has a high status in Africa. If it is a real Holy Spirit Black Mamba, he dare not disrespect it. Not to mention that the oracle is about to be descended, and it dares to sit in front of the statue with a golden sword. There is only one in Africa who dares to do this!"

"And, the Holy Spirit Black Mamba does not have the smell of you. The ancient... has been long... this smell, I have smelled it in some Yama."

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba nodded: "Listen?"

"Yes." Qin Ye stared at the other party. He had an extremely bad premonition. If... the other party knew that he was the future King of Hell through some special means, then the oracle would be a bait. Does he... want to possess himself? Or... as a hostage?

silence.

A few seconds later, the Holy Spirit Black Mamba smiled.

As it smiles, its scales spread out, and countless white feathers spread out from below.... This dark African death god sets off the pure white of the angel!

“Don’t be nervous.”
Chapter completed!