"How many underworlds will fire at the inaction of China for a century?"

"How many death gods are looking forward to China being kicked out of the position of Four Constable?"

"And, once the underworld of China appears, can you not attend the next meeting? Once you participate, how much pressure will follow? Don't refute, China has not fulfilled its obligations of the four permanent periods in the past century. This is a fact. It is a black spot that we cannot erase."

He said quietly: "A hundred years ago, other underworlds we sponsored, the scientific research plans we launched, and the various projects we set up went bankrupt because we suddenly withdrew from the sudden withdrawal. Guess... How many underworlds will hold a grudge against us? The first thing you have to deal with is the mess left by a generation. Only when you have the opportunity can you get in touch with the American underworld. Understand?"

Qin Ye nodded and suddenly looked at the second generation suspiciously.

A mess left by a generation...

Brother DIE... Have you missed something?

Now isn't the time to care about this bully, Qin Ye coughed dryly, and a gay man laughed: "Then... go together?"

The second generation glared at him in disgust, with a look of "nothing to do with me" and lowered his head to drink tea.

Very good... Very second generation... Qin Ye couldn't find a place to complain about, he was covered in his whole body! However, he didn't dare to vomit... He took a deep breath: "Then... please trouble you? Search for Xu Fu's memory?"

The second generation then raised his head from the teacup and nodded impatiently.

"Also, after a hundred years, how can you participate in such a high-quality global conference? Do you train officials of all sizes?"

The second generation put down the teacup and said with a smile: "To be honest, there is one of the most basic ones."

"What?"

"It's better to go three or five days in advance."

Qin Ye:!!

Why is it bad news to speak out?

What did I do wrong? Do you want to issue an edict to blame yourself?

"Why..." Student Goudan's lips were trembling. It was only one month, but now it has been condensed to twenty-five days. I'm afraid there is no training in etiquette!

The second generation gently stroked the teacup: "Remember, you represent the face of the four constellations in the underworld. All meetings, the four constellations must arrive a few days in advance. This is an unwritten rule."

"This is a supreme position and is also recognized by the underworld around the world. If you want to see your underworld, you can rank from Dongshan Province to Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan. You are not just a matter of nothing. You are responsible for eating, drinking, defecation, and signing and raising your hands. If you want to sit firmly in this position, you have to bear the pressure of this position."

"You have too many people to meet, and China will be re-founded. A new friendship treaty must be formulated. In the past century, you have to recognize which old friends are old friends, which are new friends, which have changed from old friends to enemies, and which have changed from enemies to new friends."

"You go at the right time, not telling everyone: I think I am a small country, I have nothing to do, I am just coming to know each other?"

"What Vatican underworld can do this, Honduras underworld, and those with endless names can also do this. But you can't do it!"

"Even if you really have nothing to do, you have to leave time for others to fulfill your obligations that you should do for four times. And... make up for the responsibility of absent for a hundred years."

His figure gradually disappeared: "If you understand these clearly, you can find time to meet the representatives of the American underworld. Distinguish the importance of the key points, boy."

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Time flies very quickly.

Qin Ye rushed back to Pengqiu that day and gave condolences to Zhao Yun. Fortunately, the other party was not seriously injured. This is the difference between the King of Hell and the King of Hell. The Feather Snake God touched him and cried, made a fuss and hanged him. Zhao Yun touched him... and sprinkled water...

Immediately afterwards, he devoted himself to the work of the underworld.

Speaking of which, he has now adapted to the work of the underworld. Unlike the world, the leaders of the underworld do not need to do so much. More work is thrown to the right mistress.

First, because the underworld is a fair feudal society. Not only the underworld in China, but also the underworld in the world.

In a society with a powerful system, there is no fairness.

Basically, Yan Luo is responsible for making money to support his family, and the major evil people are responsible for being beautiful... Yan Luo only needs to be strong and strong. In the era of cold weapons, this is an absolute deterrence. As for development, he takes the direction. After all, he does not need to be responsible for meticulous work, but each Yan Luo basically works from the bottom. He has basic political literacy.

Second, it is because the underworld does not actually require too much work. The most important thing is not development, but maintaining the balance of yin and yang in the country.

"Brother Qin, you are ready." The next night, Wang Chenghao walked in respectfully: "All officials have already watched the ceremony in Beiyin Pavilion. The notice has also been sent."

Qin Ye nodded, stood up, solemnly took out a box and opened it gently.

It was a mahogany box, hollowed-out carved, each flower petal on it was brushed with gold powder paint, and the stamens were decorated with delicate pearls. The box contained jade, and the jade was a complete piece of rouge blood jade with perfect appearance. However, this peerless jade was carved into a gully.

In the ravines, there is an inconspicuous brush.

Very ordinary.

The white pen holder is faintly painted with landscapes and black pen tips. The only unusual thing is... the tip of the pen is always filled with wisps of black and white breath.

Judge's pen!

Even Qin Ye was touching the pen at this moment and was filled with emotion.

Six and a half years...

It has been six and a half years since I got Meng Po valued in Qingxi County...

Now, I can actually complete the three artifacts of the underworld. I escaped from Qingxi County for a piece of fragments, but I really didn't dare to think that I could do this now.

The past self... seemed to be getting farther and farther away as he walked higher and higher... He walked to the roof of the building. He looked at the dark night in the underworld with some emotion, and suddenly smiled.

Who can not accept the price of growth?

Who can always be unscrupulous?

The completeness of this pen also represents... he said goodbye to the past... He clasped his hands together, recited a few words gently, opened the box, and injected the yin energy into the judge's pen with all his strength. The next second, the ordinary-looking judge's pen suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, and then rushed into the sky.

Everyone saw that a stream of light rose into the sky from Beiyin Pavilion. Those ghosts who had already received the news were waiting in the streets, squares, and houses.

silence.

The whole Chengxin was silent.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes later... Suddenly, stars lit up silently in the dark sky.

Originally, there was only the moon in the night in the local city, no clouds during the day, only the sun. But at this moment... it was finally perfect.

Stars arch the moon.
Chapter completed!