From dead silence to noisy, it only takes one second.

Even though Qin Ye had already arrived at the office, he heard a thunderclap and cheered in his ears.

This cheer resounded through Chengshu, flew across China, and spread to the ears of one billion ghosts. Let them know that from now on, you have roots.

"King of Hell." Yiwei held the notebook and said carefully: "There are twenty minutes left to start the video conference. Are you..."

Qin Ye shook his head and signaled to wait.

My heart is surging.

If the waves sway over the shore, the wind will sweep away the remaining clouds.

After getting off the stage, his heart accelerated and beat wildly again. He didn't expect that these few short sentences, a total of only ten sentences, would bring him such a great shock.

That was the fate that Qingxi County wanted to break free, but now it is willing to accept it.

It was a time to gather together and listen. Arthas pushed him to the front line and slowly changed his mentality while "staying away".

He lit a cigarette, his fingers trembled slightly, and looked out the window. The deafening "The Underworld is Victory!" "Long live the Great Qin Dynasty!" "Long live the King of Hell of Qin!!" "We finally... finally organized!" Similar calls made his office glass buzz gently.

He took a deep breath and let the blue smoke smog dissipate his thoughts. He smiled and pressed his chest: "I am worthy of this job."

"Yes." Zhao Yun stood aside, smiling: "In just six years, even if there are some backup plans from the old underworld, it is really incredible to be able to do this."

"Meng Po did not choose the wrong person."

Qin Ye pressed out the cigarette butt, took a towel and wiped his face, and looked forward: "Let's start."

He is about to face all the gods of death in the world. China's first voice at Underworld International must face it with a perfect attitude.

"Yes." Zhao Yun bowed, and everyone in the room except him retreated. The door was gently closed. At the same time, an extremely complex Yin Talisman appeared in Zhao Yun's hand, which quietly exploded.

Brush—! If mercury pours into the ground, the golden yin talisman pattern and mesh pattern spread wildly in all directions. Almost at the speed of light, it rushed out of Chengxin in an instant and flew out of the whole country soon. At this moment, all the gods of death in the world, including their think tanks and senior government officials, all sat in the conference hall.

Greece, Tanatus and Seopnos sat in front of a long stone table, which was extremely exquisite. Below, three judges were arranged in sequence, Aristotle, Euclid...

Tanatos tapped his fingers gently on the table, and no one in the audience spoke, just like the ocean before the storm, waiting quietly.

In India, in a magnificent Buddhist temple, below a fifty-meter sculpture with three heads and six arms in the center is a three-meter-high golden lotus platform throne. Above the throne, a figure wearing a tattered black cloak but wearing extremely exquisite jewelry, sat silently in the center.

The Indian God of Death Yama.

His hair was as loose as the night, raised like a crow. His eyebrows were at a glance, but what was emitting red karma fire in his facial features. Around him, the eight tribes of the Heavenly Dragons, the Peacock King, the Heavenly Snake King, and the ten gods of death were listed!

Egypt, under the balance of justice, Anubis wore a carefully crafted Egyptian pharaoh suit and held a golden scepter. On both sides of him, there were pharaohs, great priests, and the death master Osiris. The fourteen death gods covered the world and even swallowed up the Red Sea.

There are other gods of death, big and small, Apche, the god of death in Mayan myth, Izanami of Japan, Suzan Mingzun, the major chiefs of Africa, Miktrantikutri of Aztec, Supay of Inca, Dorn of Irish god, Sedna of Inuit god, Celtic Ankou, Chilten, Hopi, Aita...

All the god of death are paying attention to this scene.

For the first time in a century, China took the initiative

Contact the outside world.

But... all the god of death looked very good...

Probably because the way I was pulled in was not too gentle...

Washing... the golden light threads penetrated into the major underworlds. Ten minutes later, Qin Ye's eyes lit up suddenly. Then dozens of yin energy and light curtains opened, and strange faces appeared among them. Each one had extremely rich yin energy. However, no one hid his true face.

The dialogue between the god of death is the priority.

Qin Ye gently clenched his hands, then relaxed, as if crossing his abdomen comfortably, and greeted him leisurely: "Hello everyone."

"For the first time I met, I am the third King of Hell in the underworld of China. King of Hell of Qin."

Dead silence.

Just as he finished speaking, his eyes looked over through the light curtain. At this moment, the entire world of the Dead remembered his face.

However, the reactions vary.

The Japanese beauty of Iza seemed to smile, but in fact the flesh in her mouth was almost bitten down. The hands holding the handrail were clattering in the place where the screen could not be seen.

It's him...it's him!

It was the fool who captured Susano! He... he actually ascended the position of Yama!

The nameless god of death had no expression on his face, but his hands holding the scepter were all white.

However, the most shocking thing is the African underworld.

The moment all the Holy Spirits saw Qin Ye, they almost screamed! The Black Mamba even pinched his legs hard to calm himself down.

The bet right...

They bet right!

Dear Qin Zhen ascended the supreme throne!

From then on...the African underworld has strong support... No, it is not certain whether the other party will destroy the bridges. The second round of trade is imperative! They... need a positive answer!

After ten seconds, the voices of the gods of death sounded, all in the smooth Chinese language "Hello, King Qin." "Congratulations on China's ending from the change of power. Looking forward to your voice at the joint meeting of the Four Permanents." "Congratulations on the underworld of China. Thousands of years of glory continues again."

Qin Ye nodded slightly and accepted their greetings. This video conference would definitely not discuss any important content. But... someone will definitely mention it.

Because... this is the best way to test the details of China. Especially... he doesn't want to open the barrier now.

Yes not.

"Because of the decision of the second generation of Hell, the regime change has some twists and turns. It was not until now that the dust was settled. I am lucky enough to take this position. Of course, I will fulfill the power and obligations of China. But..."

His eyes swept through all the gods of death and said that it was impossible. In front of him were the masters of death in the world's major myths, and there were several civilizations' myths and history that were comparable to that of China.

Forced himself to calm down. He said slowly: "It will take about a hundred years."

Playing meat!

After saying this, his eyes quietly passed through all the gods of death's faces. He must say this condition, now.

China has been separated for a hundred years, and if it is out of time, it must selectively join the Four Constant Meetings. But it cannot devote itself to the fullest as before.

"Why?" Yan Mo spoke slowly. As he spoke, a little spark of Mars floated out with thick smoke, and finally turned into a trace of flames.

"Because there are still some matters to be handled. I have not accepted the inheritance of the second generation of the King of Hell. The Chinese Kingdom did not want to mix some troublesome international affairs now." Qin Ye said lightly.

"So... what should I do if some documents that require the signature of China, such as the documents that the world re-signs the anti-ban treaty?" asked the nameless god of death at the right time.

Of course Qin Ye doesn't

Will think he is concerned and smile lightly: "Previous practices?"

"I will select a representative from a first-class underworld to participate." Anubis said slowly and quickly: "But... King of Qin, I hope you understand. The original intention of the establishment of the Four Constellations is to end the war in order to make the entire underworld orderly and let the ghosts live and work in peace and contentment. This requires the joint efforts of all underworlds, especially the Four Constellations. If your country does not participate for a long time..."

He looked straight into Qin Ye's eyes: "I cannot fulfill my obligations and have not participated in large-scale conferences at the Sichang level for two hundred years. I have been looking for a first-class underworld to replace him. Your country may not be able to serve as the Sichang."

Here comes...

Qin Ye brought a cup of tea and gently brushed the lid of the cup without opening.

Xiang Zhuang dances the sword intent in Pei Gong.

What he knew... He knew from the beginning that there would definitely be multiple attacks on the proposal of developing for another hundred years. How big is the Four Constant position? It is indeed a bit too much to not involve politics for two hundred years... Unexpectedly, the first one to attack was Egypt, which is also one of the underworlds of Four Constant.

"What the Four Constant People need is stability. What the stability requires is strength. The underworld of China does not contribute its own strength, but enjoys the benefits brought by the Four Constant People's seats. I'm afraid it's inappropriate." Yan Mo's words were calm, and no one of the other gods of death spoke.

There is no qualification to open another underworld.

This is Si Chang's wrestling his arm. This scene will happen sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to appear so quickly.

Qin Ye took a sip of tea before laughing: "What do you think?"

Shupunos spoke calmly: "There is a follow-up plan for the Four Constant Covenant Covenant - No. 012. When a certain underworld cannot fulfill its obligations and responsibilities, it will be banned in more than twenty times."

He is the most human-like existence among all the gods of death, and smiled at Qin Ye: "Of course, this number is limited to major conferences that affect world decision-making. It is impossible to abolish the status of the Four Constant People in China. So... At the Yinsi Ling Disaster Prevention Conference twelve years ago, because of your country's many absences, we had to pass an additional bill, that is, to increase the personnel of the Four Constant People."

This is the sword!

Qin Ye only felt a little cold on his back, and this was what the other party wanted!

So what if China cancels it?

The influence is here, the cultural motherland of many countries has strong military strength, the largest number of death gods in all underworlds, and now there is more death gods. Cancellation is useless, and what is useful to you... is to increase seats!

If the Four Constant Ones become Ten Constant Ones... With the influence of China for nearly a hundred years, it is impossible to find a position. From now on... everyone has more time to deal with them, and some favorable policies, then... you will have nothing to do.

"So that's it." Qin Ye tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart. These old vixen, one or two, seemed to have no trace of fireworks, but in fact they pressed each other step by step. The silent pressure made his hair stand up.

"I wonder... how many heavyweight conferences have Si Chang held in the past hundred years that have affected the world?"

"Nineteen times." Tanatos smiled and said: "A year later, it is the 20th time to sign the non-proliferation treaty in the underworld of Japan."

Qin Ye pondered and said nothing.

Everyone was waiting for him to express his opinion, but... it was difficult.

Too many people attending such a meeting, and it will definitely be regarded as a breakthrough. But if you don’t participate... I’m afraid you will really face the expansion of the four permanent members. This is too unfavorable for the current underworld of China!

"Promise him." At this moment, Zhao Yun's voice sounded in his ears: "We have no choice."

"Just treat it as... for a hundred years of peace... In fact, it doesn't take a hundred years. According to the current development speed of the underworld, I think there will be a battle in thirty years!"
Chapter completed!