Qin Ye did not answer immediately, but took a sip of wine before saying quietly: "Actually, I'm very tired of your appearance now. Do you know that you have robbed my limelight?"

"Accident." The second generation crossed his legs, crossed his hands and fingers across his abdomen, and replied lazily.

"I think I did it perfectly this time. I took a risk and got enough rewards. What did you jump out for?" Qin Ye glared at the other party with dissatisfaction and put down his glass: "Also, leave as you say it! Be more backbone! Don't jump back and forth repeatedly, it's a big snatch of my attention!"

The second generation's face was a little dark: "That wasn't what you said when you asked me to solve the problem..."

"It was the past, now it is now." Qin Ye rolled his eyes: "Don't say that you try to reduce your sense of existence as much as possible. Your existence cannot reduce your sense of existence!"

The second generation sighed: "It's all accidents. The last time I came back was indeed because of you, but this time... it's not."

Before he finished speaking, he might have wanted to end this pretentious topic. He grabbed a black box on the table, coughed twice, and looked at Qin Ye: "Do you think that there are still some things you haven't figured out this time?"

Your topic transfer technique is really bad... The smell of wisdom is everywhere... Qin Ye suppressed the complaints in his heart and saw the black box.

It was a jade box, full of light and polished to be extremely smooth. However, there were various patterns carved on the surface.

After just one look, his brows frowned slightly, and four different patterns were carved on the four corners.

If it is a simple four patterns, there is nothing. But... these are four patterns with different styles!

One comes from the Egyptian style, exactly the same as the murals in their pyramids.

One type comes from Greece, which is the famous zodiac palace in Greece, and there is no need to distinguish it at all.

A kind of death that comes from India, riding on an elephant is so obvious.

The last one comes from China. It is the inscription of the Zhulong.

One box... has gathered four civilizations?

Qin Ye gently touched his hand, and as soon as he touched it, his lips opened in surprise.

Not only that... these four carvings are filled with four auras!

His familiar breath.

Anubis, Yama, Greek Gemini Death, and...

He looked beside him.

And this mallet.

The second generation seemed to be a little moved, and his hand gently stroked the box: "When any previous generation completely handed over power, they will definitely tell their secrets at the end. Even the ancient emperors will tell at the end that they have any trump cards."

"And this... is my trump card. No... is the trump card of the whole world."

Curiosity arises.

Qin Ye blinked his eyes. It is definitely not easy to make the second generation bully such as bully and very cautious. And... the real trump card of a country...

"This...is the black box for firing forbidden art?" He tried carefully.

The second generation glared at him fiercely: "There is no need for a black box to launch the forbidden technique! Did I think of the question just now? What else have you missed this time?"

Nonsense! As smart as me, how could I miss something?

Qin Ye glanced at Bangchui with disgust and was about to speak, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, rubbing his chin and stopping.

Yes... something was indeed missing.

for example……

"Who wrote the script of Death?" He finally got up solemnly, squinted his eyes and looked at the box: "It has something to do with this thing?"

The whole thing is very organized, and there is only one thing that is not clear.

Who wrote the script of Death?

He originally thought he was the Feather Snake God, but the possibility of the other party was only 50%. Now that the second generation asked this, he overturned this idea.

The Feathered Snake God...is not worthy of the second generation's existence

In such a concern.

"Yes." The second generation looked equally solemn, looking straight into Qin Ye's eyes: "What if I tell you, Lao Dan, Wang Xu, Meng Ke, and all three of them are still in the underworld?"

Qin Ye suddenly raised his head. This was the most shocking news he had ever heard!

He has the Twelve Heavenly Luo and the Six-Term Ghost King. Zhao Yun, Zhou Yu, and Liu Yu. Are these people famous enough?

Yes, famous enough.

But, in front of Lao Dan, Wang Xu, and Meng Ke, nothing is!

Even the emperor of the ages is not as famous as theirs. Because... they are the soul of a nation! The origin of civilization!

They also have another name, Laozi, Mencius, and Guiguzi.

These are saints who have been famous in history! How could they still be alive? No... If they are there, why not contact themselves?

"They are not under the jurisdiction of the underworld." The second generation lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said lightly: "They are ghosts, after all, ** has disappeared. But... they do not belong to the underworld... This matter is difficult to explain. Don't talk about you, even if I want to meet them, I have to go through countless procedures."

"No...wait..." Qin Ye rubbed his eyebrows: "Are you not saying that I missed something? Are you not saying that who wrote the script of Death? Why did it involve the three Yin Saints? What's going on?"

The second generation narrowed his eyes: "Then I'll help you sort it out... This script is not just you who tracks them."

"I, no, are all looking at it. However, we don't care about the surface, we are chasing its roots. And it first appeared... in Wellington."

Wellington? New Zealand?

Qin Ye didn't interrupt and continued to listen.

"And then, because of accidents, it changed hands several times, from the Samoa Islands, to the South Cook Islands, to the Pitcairn Islands, to the Easter Islands, to the Cologne Islands... If you are familiar with the world map, you should know what this line represents."

Qin Ye's eyes moved slightly, of course he knew.

This is drifting from the East Pacific to the Western Pacific!

"We have been following this for about a hundred years. Only a few of us masters, Death, know about this. The other... the second Death God doesn't know. It means that Anubis knows, but Osiris doesn't know. I know, Ksitigarbha doesn't know."

He looked at Qin Ye’s eyes with a burning look: “This is something that only one country can pass on by the Lord of Death in this dynasty. The meaning of the Four Constant Ones… is also proposed here.”

"After arriving at the Cologne Islands... I finally got it by the Big Three. From then on, the preparation for this script began."

Qin Ye leaned on the sofa and thoughtfully: "That means, this script... was not written by the God of Death in the New World?"

The second generation smiled and whispered: "No."

"The existence of writing this script is not something in our world."

Qin Ye felt his temples jumping: "What do you mean?"

The second generation patted his shoulder: "Go up and take a look."

"You may soon be exposed to the biggest and last secret in the world."

Now, we are moving towards the center of the vortex.

"What a pity... the second generation..." He flicked the wine glass and smiled: "In your eyes, am I still too weak?"

"Isn't qualified to take this black box?"

"So...you're stuck with me?"

"If... I didn't happen to break this incident this time, and I acted like you to look at it with admiration, and unexpectedly had a connection with the existence in the black box, how long did you... prepare to tell me the truth?"

Yes, the second generation said that when he came back this time, he would teach him the last lesson.

However, he can guarantee that if he had not completely replaced Daisi this time, completely tore up the script of Death, and even killed three Death Gods, the second generation would never have put the black box representing the supreme secret of the King of Hell in his hands.

Don't think that the second generation is a stick.

He is a clever stick...

"I am the King of Hell in the underworld of China..."

He looked at the cabin under his feet coldly: "You have crossed."
Chapter completed!