The plane landed steadily at Jeju Airport and after several twists and turns, Qin Ye finally stood in front of Pengqiu again.

I don’t know if it was because of excessive use of my brain this time. When I saw Pengqiu again, he felt extremely friendly. He went back to his residence and had a good rest.

It is December 13th, and there are still eighteen days before New Year's Day. In this game, the underworld of China has quietly grasped the initiative. Now, he has enough time to take a break.

"Guess what this is?" When Qin Ye was jumping around the next day, he placed a bag of local specialties in front of Di Ting, who was sitting at the desk, the other party did not raise his head: "It seems that the trip to Africa is going smoothly."

"You don't even see who is taking action in person." Qin Ye sat lazily on the chair, looked at the teacup, without a drop of water, and shouted in a long voice: "Assistant Wang!"

"It's useless to shout out loud." Di Ting Dog's paw pressed the documents one by one: "He was sent to the suburbs of the city by me to inspect, and he wouldn't come back in a day."

Then don't you know how to be more conscious?

Qin Ye coughed dryly: "What, brother..."

Bang, Di Ting put down the document and glared at him extremely unkindly: "Old Di?"

"It's okay... I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much, so I shout... I just shout, you're busy with yours..." Qin Ye, who was protecting himself, immediately picked up the cup and poured the glass of water by himself. Then he grabbed Jingba in his arms, and said while following the hair: "Ask you something... what secret do you have with the Feather Snake God have?"

Even if I listen to it, I am lazy to pay attention to him, and the dog's ears are directly covered.

"No..." Qin Ye thought about the words of the Feather Snake God. Di Ting then said lazily: "What's wrong with this?"

It sneered: "If the underworld in China helps it escape from the devour of the heavenly way, do you think we will let it go back? Then, will it go back? Where will it go?"

"No matter whether it goes to Africa or other states, it is a god of Aztec mythology. Its divine system is in danger of dissipation. Apart from staying in China and being a good divine beast in the country, where can it go?"

Qin Ye frowned, grabbed Diting's ears, and gave him a black mouth. He grinned in pain and pried open the other person's teeth, sucking in air: "But stay in China... after its magical system dissipates, it shouldn't exist for long, right?"

After listening to it, Diyin lay in Qin Ye's arms with a slouch: "Simple, just hit it."

WHAT?!

Dad asked how to solve it, did you give me such a cruel approach?

"I didn't expect it?" Di Ting jumped to the table and sneered: "There is a natural leader, the Lu Party, and the three great kings of the New World are now dry bones in the tomb. If Fengdu is still there, the second generation may have sent a letter to make them surrender. What's wrong with the battle?"

"Once it is captured, the gods will be surrendered to the underworld of China, and the feathered snake god will have roots, and restoring his strength is not a problem. I'm afraid... the three Patriarchs are also making the final struggle. If they find that everything is useless, then... they will also choose to surrender in order not to die."

"Of course, there are also existences who are ambitious and unwilling to surrender, and willing to return to the void with ancient wealth... that is also an extremely rare scene."

Qin Ye sighed. The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind continued.

The underworld is like the one in the world, and there are also disputes between countries. The biggest dispute in the world lies in the world's voice between the two countries, while the underworld... The four major underworlds are contending, and first-class underworlds are coveting. Many second-rate underworlds survive in the cracks. In this world where strength is paramount, the rules are more bloody and straightforward than the one in the world.

He had a premonition that the collapse of the three gods of the Netherworld in the New World might be the beginning of the next battle for hegemony in the underworld.

Whoever can control the New World will be the only overlord among the Four Continents. At that time... if the Feather Snake God could be rescued, it would be the most useful card in the hands of China!

"You seem to have entered a beautiful fantasy? Let me say a few more words. Now you have to consider the Russian forbidden art incident. The second is the balance between the creation plan of forbidden art and the development of the underworld. The third is to unify China as soon as possible! What kind of hegemony is the battle for hegemony... you are a younger brother." Di Ting obviously would not give him too much time to relax, and he slapped a document on his face: "Look at this. I sent it three days ago."

Qin Ye grabbed the paper from his face dissatisfiedly, took a look, then curled his smile and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That is the diplomatic document of the Russian underworld.

"On December 31st...Aershan/Songbeier Port, Jieqiao, twelve o'clock?" Qin Ye unconsciously kneaded the official documents into a ball of paper and threw them into the garbage can: "Where is this?"

"Yirshi Town, Alshan City, Xing'an League, Mongolia." Di Ting's face finally became solemn, and she said in a deep voice: "The corresponding one is the Songbel Port in the Eastern Province of Mongolia. The Jiehe Bridge is located on the river surface, and one person in China and Mongolia is half. So... what's your trip to Africa?"

Qin Ye told his trip to Africa in detail. Di Ting then sighed with a long sigh: "What? What are you going to do then?"

"What should I do?" Qin Ye sat in his seat with a sneer and gently stroked Di Ting: "Thirteen Holy Spirits came out, plus you, plus two emperors in the Russian underworld, a total of sixteen Yama. How can I not go and see such a big scene? Let's get to know our future political opponents in the world in advance."

"What we should do is not us. It is them."

"As for now?" he took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "Wait."

"In a story, the most exciting thing is never the climax. The climax part is a channel to vent emotions. The real exciting thing is the game between the two sides in progress. When the overall situation is decided, the rest... just wait for the fireworks to bloom."

Di Ting looked at Qin Ye with satisfaction. Qin Ye understood the silent praise in its eyes. He smiled and accepted the praise. Don’t speak, feel JPG with your heart.

"Actually, I want to say..." As soon as Di Ting spoke, Qin Ye clenched his fists and supported his side face with a slanted and arrogant sitting posture, and said with a faint smile: "How can a person not grow? Needless to say, I understand."

Di Ting nodded with relief: "That's good."

"I want to say, I've drunk that cup of tea."

Qin Ye:...

MMP!

Don't understand the charm!

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The names of Mongolia are mostly based on their own customs and some auspicious names. For example, Bayin, its meaning is rich. The name is very auspicious and the people are also very auspicious. He is over forty years old and looks round and fat, with a smile on his face. What’s more auspicious is that he is the Director of the Songbeer Customs.

He was only 41 or 2 years old, and it was extremely rare to be able to take charge of this rich and rich position at this age. His employment experience was like a cheating person. The previous director suddenly died of a heart attack, and the director transferred to him died in a car accident just a month ago. The government finally turned his attention to their local deputy positions. Only then did he have the honor to be the top leader of Shanghai at this age.

It is both a border and a customs place. It is not too worry-free to be neighbors in countries like China. Contraband is usually destroyed if they cannot arrive here. When they encounter illegal information, they still have some gray income for a long time. Of course - most of these illegal ones are in their own country, and his heart is a bit complicated for the second largest economy in the world next to him.

"Aren't you going back?" The secretary seemed to have become accustomed to Bayin's overtime work. It is already half past six, and everyone is going home. However, he works overtime every day, reading everyone's projects. Sometimes she thinks that such people should indeed be favored by immortality.

So, the secretary just asked casually. After getting Bayin's nod, he put down the key and left.

The room became quiet. In winter, the darker the north the place is. Although it was only half past six, the sky here was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Bayin continued to look at the computer, and after twenty minutes, she sighed and walked to the window.

There was no smile on his fat and auspicious face at this moment, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he gently stroked the window with a frustration. He looked at the scenery below dejectedly.

Mongolia is not rich. Compared with the Inner Mongolia Province next to China, GDP accounts for only 5%... Therefore, this customs is not luxurious. A simple white wall and a staircase are built to mark the customs emblem, and that's all. There are not too many cars. Now, there is no car at the entire Songbeer Pass.

Only himself.

He looked down in a daze and had not left for a long time. Just when the street lights outside finally lit up, he sighed softly, and his finger was about to put down the window when he suddenly discovered... a line of blood words appeared where his fingers were moving away!

Come... or come!

He was trembling all over, the lights in the room flashed, the door was closed with a sound of tying, and the windows were closed. And as he took away his fingers, the blood slowly appeared, as if he had written them on his own!

"On the 31st, a large supernatural incident will occur here. In the past half month, a supernatural incident will occur here. If you don't want to die, it's best to stay away."

Bayin opened her mouth several times, trying to say something, but couldn't say anything. After a few minutes, she said hoarsely: "I think... I have paid off your debt."

"Hahaha..." A sneering sounded in the room. It was a woman. The ghostly spirit floated out of the cabinet under the table and the gap. With a sharp laugh, the whole room suddenly became pitch black.

Dongdongdongdongdong... Bayin could only hear the sound of his heart beating wildly, his whole body shook, curled up, his legs became weak and he did not squat down. Instead, he stared at the window.

Just on the window, a figure in a European maid outfit, walked out of the darkness with endless yin energy, looked at him and smiled hoarsely, "You haven't paid it back yet, you have the final say. Moreover, we don't have much request. We won't threaten you."

"But I can't leave at all now!!" Perhaps because of fear that it had broken through a certain boundary, Bayin screamed in fear: "It's New Year's Day now! I must clean up all the work before New Year's Day! I can't leave! You asked me to leave now, wouldn't you let me wait for being scolded by the superior?"

"Don't make a mistake." The voice said emotionally: "I just suggested that if you leave, it will not affect anything. It's just whether there is an extra corpse change. Once humans are affected too much by the yin energy... you won't want to know the consequences."

"Since you are willing to stay at your post, then... I would like to advise you one thing."

In an instant, a pair of cold hands touched Bayin's neck. His whole body shook like a sieve, and his forehead was dripping cold sweat. The next second, a voice was approaching his ears: "If something happens, I hope you can be more rational and not press that special button. What is the name of the special organization in Mongolia? Oh... Changshengwei."

"If your daughter doesn't want to see your torn body, if you don't want them to come and die, control your fear."

Bayin's throat was like a stone in his diaphragm, and he trembled: "You can't control it even if you have longevity or hygiene?"
Chapter completed!