Rumble...the yin energy is like ink, slowly soaking in the sky.

The sky was deeper than the darkness of the underworld and more resentful than the night. A yin energy that was so strong that the entire dock was trembling, covering Pengqiu Port. Su Da and Qin Hui were trembling and did not dare to sweat. Even the other worker's ghosts gasped and stood respectfully aside.

Gu Qing, Zu Chongzhi and others stood in front. Although the Yin Qi was majestic, it was blowing on his body, it was like the spring breeze blowing on his face. There was only simple pressure. Zhang Heng glanced at it and bowed respectfully and clasped his fists: "Yan Luo... a new Yan Luo, this Yin Qi is very familiar, and he should be our acquaintance."

Engineers bent down and bowed. Even the king beast was lying on the ground in a creepy moment. The hot dock just now, the needle fell in an instant. In this dead silence, Qin Ye hugged Di Ting, and Zhao Yun pressed the limelight together, and stood at the entrance of the dock.

"This is..." Li Chun raised his eyebrows. This yin energy... is majestic and upright, and is not restricted. This is the yin energy that only the Ghost King in the Six Directions has!

The Ghost King returns to his throne!?

There is actually a ghost king left behind in the world?!

His heart was beating wildly. The underworld is no longer as good as before. Any high-end combat power is extremely precious. It will take at least ten years for the new ghost people to accept the Yin Qi system from the bottom of their hearts. After the education is unfolded, the ones who can take the lead now are their old men in the previous dynasty.

This timely rain is so exciting!

"Welcome to the King of Hell in Qin, congratulations to the King of Ghosts on their return!!" Not only him, but all the remaining elders all spoke. The voice was not fake at all, full of excitement and expectation. Zhao Yun raised his hand, and all the scholars only felt the wind blowing on their faces, and an invisible big hand raised their bodies. He smiled and looked at the scholars: "Thank you all, thank you for your hard work."

"Where is the King of Ghosts in Zhao?" Zu Chongzhi laughed and bowed deeply again: "As a Chinese, I die as the soul of the underworld. I have worked hard for my hometown. I am the duty of my duty. How hard is it?"

"It's reasonable." Zhang Heng gently stroked his beard, smiling like the morning sun: "The magnificent history of China's country is 5,000 years old, and it should have stood on the top of the nation. It was just a destruction. If it is not destroyed, it will not be established. If the underworld is here, the inheritance of China will be immortal forever!"

Qin Ye looked at everyone with relief. From the beginning, he was unable to get clones, to now... he can also be considered a lot of talents, right?

Which scholars such as Di Ting in the Mythical Age, Alsace, Zhao Yun, Zhang Heng, Zu Chongzhi and other in ancient times, did not leave their names in history? They were famous overseas? Not to mention that the large number of leaders in one province and one or two will be sent to various positions just when they are familiar with the underworld!

Wealth includes Li Jing Palace, Zhu Ming’s treasure for hundreds of years, resentful soul crystal, and the huge Yinling stone mine under Pengqiu City... Moreover, the construction corps has been spread throughout the province. The three major masters surrendered to two, hit the Russian underworld and Japanese underworld, won over the African Chiefs Alliance, and had unclear ally relationships with the Feather Snake God...

"It will get better..." He closed his eyes, his heart turbulent, and he took several deep breaths before calming down.

Everything in front of him was like a pile of firewood, and he could ignite the entire territory of China with just one order!

Revival is imminent!

His eyes looked at the sea, as if he saw countless powerful people overseas through the sea and the four gods of death in the underworld.

Laugh... laugh as you take advantage of the silence of China... After all, you have never stood at the peak of history. You have finally waited for the opportunity to cheer...

but.

After a hundred years, I will let you know what spring means, I won’t speak first, and which insect dares to make a sound!

The moment my heart surged, and I quickly returned to calm down. I could imagine the future, but more importantly, I realized it.

So, his eyes fell on Su Da and Qin Hui who were kneeling on the ground.

Perhaps feeling his gaze, Su Da spoke in a trembling voice: "Meet the King of Hell of Qin! Su Da, the minister of guilt, come and ask for apologies!!"

Qin Hui kowtowed with a dong, and the ground around him shook, his voice hoarse, and he was frightened: "I just hope that lord will forgive me for my sins! We are willing to make a soul oath! We will advance and retreat with the underworld of China! The underworld of China is here, and the criminals live. If there is any accident in the underworld of China, the criminals..."

"Qin Hui, Su Da." Before Qin Hui finished speaking, Zhao Zilong's calm voice sounded: "Do you still remember this king?"

"Remember! Remember!! The honor of the sinners is always remembered in my heart for a day! But I hope that the sinners will show mercy. The sinners have been atonement for thousands of years! Give the sinners a chance to make up for their merits!!" Su Da kowtowed desperately, not caring about the image of the No. 1 demon queen in history. He even cried, but did not dare to look up at all.

Qin Ye and his group passed through the center of the two ghosts as if no one was around. The two ghosts immediately knelt on the ground and tried desperately to get out of their way, provoking their bodies.

"Can you make up for your merits? It's useless to say that it's just for action. Come here."

"yes!!"

After the group left ten meters, Su Da and Qin Hui stood up and looked at each other with lingering fear.

They...here they were hesitating when they defected.

Who would have thought that retribution would come so quickly?

The King of Qin, who had to be careful about talking to them on that day, had already held them in his hands in his hands in just one year.

He sighed, and the two ghosts bit their lips gently, and followed the crowd of Yinchao in a treacherous manner, walking to the attic in the center of the pier. All the ghosts along the way lowered their heads automatically and did not dare to look at them.

This attic covers an area of ​​more than 1,000 meters in total. It is divided into three layers. On the central plaque, the four big characters "Huangquan Ghost Mansion" are written in a phoenix. The couplet on the left: gathering treasures from all directions. The couplet on the right: gathering Yinde in Sanjiang Jiuzhou.

The carved beams and painted roofs in the attic are extremely exquisite, with candles, dragons holding lamps, cranes burning incense and incense burning, and the carvings of lotus on the roof. The rich Song and Ming style makes the whole hall look ancient. On the tall sculptures, the bluestone monuments such as "wealth attracting", "treasure entrance", "record office", "review office" and other bluestone monuments.

"This is an interior decoration mainly in the style of the Ming Dynasty. Huizhou Province has a famous 'Hui School' style, which was also quite popular in the Ming Dynasty." Gu Qing said with a lot of knowledge: "They are also quite researching on soft design. Most of the exquisitely carved crafts were selected from Zhu Ming's treasure house. At that time, you were not here, so I only picked a few pieces to make a template. If you don't agree, I will put them back."

"What to put? It's great." Qin Ye looked all the way, followed Gu Qing to the top floor. He pushed open the hollow carved windows and saw the wide pier. Looking around, the black and blue sea surface reflected colorful psychedelic light under the ghost fire, like a gorgeous mirror of Wanhua.

He turned around and made a sitting gesture to everyone. He said with his hands behind his back: "Pengqiu Port is to be open to the world. The more luxurious it is, the better. This little face cannot be saved. If you can use it, just give it to me as precious as you can! What do you want to use it yourself to get it... The list of treasure houses is out?"

"It's out." Wang Chenghao handed over a stack of information at the right time: "There are 30 million pieces of Yin jade in total. Forty-nine kinds of handicrafts. Each type of 999 pieces. 50,000 sets of light armor and 5 heavy armor.

Thousand sets, 30,000 sets of bows and crossbows, 5 million crossbow arrows, and ten large-scale killer weapons, forty-nine each. In addition, including all items and drawings, the production process, the preliminary estimated value is 70.78 trillion Yinling Stones. This is not counting the Longxing Temple, which is made of Yinling Stones as a whole, and the mechanisms carried by the Longxing Temple itself."

Qin Ye looked at Yi Tai unexpectedly.

Human growth is always accompanied by different experiences. He really didn't expect that Wang Chenghao would actually have the shadow of attack on the Korean side... Bah! He is the shadow of a qualified secretary.

"Very good." He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The tea tastes great.

The entrance is warm and the aftertaste is long. In the underworld, the most valuable thing is all kinds of warm things. Whether it is food or entertainment.

Pengqiu’s tea garden was a world of difference compared to this cup of tea. This should be something from Zhu Ming’s treasure house. And... he never expected that the valuation of this treasure house would reach tens of trillions! You know, the domestic world of China is only one trillion, and the Yinsi GDP should not be much different from that of the domestic world. A family’s hundreds of years of accumulation is actually so thick!

"It is worthy of being the eight major clans..." He said with emotion, nodding to Wang Chenghao: "Continue."

Wang Chenghao had no skin on his face, maybe he was pretending, but at least he knew how to pretend and said in a deep voice: "If we want to calculate the value of the Longxing Temple, the opinion of the think tank is... priceless. Moreover, this is a treasure house a hundred years ago. In the past century, China has no longer sold any best-selling tea, silk, porcelain, and art exports. It is precious because it is rare. Although there is no contact, they infer that in the international market, the value of these categories of things in China is continuing to rise."

Zu Chongzhi nodded slightly: "This is the conclusion of fellow Daozi Wu Daozi. He believes that the overall price will increase by about one third. It is likely to exceed one trillion yuan. This is already the sum of GDP in the world last year. Lord Qin, Zhu Ming's treasure house can be said to be a timely help!"

Qin Ye took a deep breath and the list was out. He should go and see it later and decide what can be sold and what can not be.

"Then, the only thing I don't know now is the size of the other party's fleet." Qin Ye rubbed his chin and said: "Although Pengqiu Port is not small, this time it is a compensation from more than a dozen African tribes and Russian underworld. There may not be too few ships entering. And as the first open port, you must never lose face."

"Sir." At this moment, Qin Hui and Su Da knelt on the ground at the same time and kowtowed heavily: "I have a good idea to report."

Why is his court becoming more and more quaint... Qin Ye suddenly had this strange idea. It was obvious that the number of people was a modern ghost, but as a result, one of them spoke more elegantly than the other...

"explain."

"Yes." Qin Hui kowtowed, facing the surrounding group of impermanence, judges, and even detained souls, he did not dare to raise his head and whispered: "Just the day before yesterday, Weichen and Su Da were ordered to attack the criminal Confucius and kill him under the barrier waters near the Bohai Sea. It happened to be..."

He took a deep breath and was adjusting his emotions. Suda suddenly continued: "It happened... I met the joint fleet of seventeen African tribes! And the flagship... was the famous ghost ship in the Mediterranean that year, the Black Pearl!"

mmmp!!

Qin Hui lowered his head and glared at Su Da fiercely.

OK... Su Da, you, a strong-browed and big-eyed person, betrayed the Revolution?!

You also want to compete with me for this little credit for taking credit?! Do you want to light a bird's lotus?!
Chapter completed!