Yama Rising Chapter 600: : Sincere “apologies”

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I am already a mansion.

Qin Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

It's been a few days...the endless yin is still surrounded in all directions, like mist and haze. It's like amniotic fluid wrapped around a baby. At this moment, a yin vortex suddenly condensed outside his eyebrows, and all the yin qi rivers were absorbed into the sea.

Shu Lala...A red robe was scattered, and it fell on the ground with no respect.

The chest, abdomen, and arms are embroidered with a fine eighteen **** map. If the ancient tuanlong robe. It's just that the quality is much finer. The fabric is smooth and shiny, and it feels like winter snow.

Wrap the candle dragon jade belt around the waist. The tapped candle faucet is carefully crafted. Wearing a winged crown on the head, it is inlaid with pearl carvings on the left and right Haechi. The dense golden cicadas are densely packed, and the beauty is like a work of art.

The former judge's pen, the book of life and death, became a dark token hanging around his waist. The three characters "Zhong Fujun" were written in blood-red characters.

Yin Qi was gradually swallowed by the forehead vortex, Wang Chenghao, Oda Shinta, Liu Changmin, and Quan Jinghao's bodies were revealed from behind the black mist. A pair of eyes stared at him.

"Fujun?" A look full of disbelief: "It's done?"

Qin Ye felt it, smiled and nodded: "It should be."

"No..." Wang Chenghao took a closer look: "It shouldn't... This should have a vision of heaven and earth... For example, what is born in the sea, the sea of ​​bitterness, the golden lotus... So silent? Really?"

"It's really done." Oda Nobuya looked at Qin Ye excitedly. He is a little better than Shouhe who is not worthy of his name, and his pupils are not like Qin Ye at all.

But... hell.

Qin Ye is **** at this moment.

Looking at it with ghost eyes, his human form has basically disappeared, becoming a kind of spiritual body like a whirlpool. In the whirlpool, there are raging ghost fires all the time, and countless sinners scream and cry miserably. And... the form is changing all the time!

High-level yin difference, impermanence. This is the root cause of the high-level negative face that has never been recorded in history.

On the contrary, he has a detailed description of Zhong Kui. But no matter what the information is, there is no description of the man, the true face of the king!

Because they have no real faces.

They themselves are the proverbs of sin and punishment. They are swords, balances, laws, and eyes of blame, but they are not any creatures.

"Congratulations to Master Qin for the advancement of the palace!!" Oda Shintada bowed to the end and said with excitement.

A netherworld, with a principal at least at the level of a prince, can it be considered the top rank! It’s a mastermind!

Qin Ye smiled, he can clearly feel this kind of power, and accompanied by the power, there is also a strong self-confidence.

"How long is it?" he asked with a sigh of relief.

"It has been two days since Marquis Zhong advanced." However, it was not Wang Chenghao or Oda Shinta who answered him. Another hoarse voice came from behind. The door of Room 402 opened suddenly, and a gorgeous carriage drove in.

Rumyantsev's carriage.

Same as the first time I met, it's still a skeleton horseman, it's still a skeletal horse, it's still a gorgeous gothic carriage. The difference is that this time, the car body officially hung the clan emblem. It was a grizzly bear surrounded by a ribbon, a light gray grizzly, a blue ribbon, and a white bottom. It is engraved with golden words in Russian: Peter.

The Peter family.

The name of the family of Special Envoy Peter Alexandrovich Rumyantsev.

As the carriage came, Oda Nobuya, Wang Chenghao, Liu Changmin, and Quan Jinghao suddenly raised their heads, shaking all over, and stepping back a few steps like an electric shock.

In their eyes, the world instantly turned black and white, and all the voices disappeared, only the sound of horses kicking and kicking the skeleton of the cart. Crisp and loud, every step seems to step on their souls. Every sound made their souls swell, and then suddenly shrank, which was extremely uncomfortable!

Swipe...In their vision, a dark and ink-like yin was suddenly pulled away, and countless dead souls wailed and cried in it, and the hands that wrapped around the yin formed the ocean, desperately trying to escape from the yin-qi prison Stretch out in the middle, but never reach the other shore. An extremely distorted, bloodthirsty feeling crazily eroded their souls, making them almost want to hold their heads and scream.

At this moment, Qin Ye calmly took a few steps forward, just blocking them, and all the illusions disappeared in an instant. They suddenly realized that the carriage had stopped ten meters in front of them at some point.

"This is?" Wang Chenghao said with a cold sweat, looking at his hands in amazement.

The feeling just now...like the entrance to hell. All memories are the source of nightmares.

"The high-level coercive expression of the mansion? Maybe." Qin Ye put his hands on his back, and said lightly: "I don't know yet. This is to test whether I have come to the mansion..."

There was dead silence at the scene. A few seconds later, the coachman jumped out of the carriage and respectfully opened the door, and a bright leather shoe stepped on the ground. Rumyantsev had turned into a human form, and walked down with dignity.

"Mr. Zhong." With a smile of Hexi, he bowed respectfully: "Advanced Marquis, congratulations."

The enthusiasm of the attitude makes it impossible to see that the two have fought life and death before.

Maybe this is the true face of the other party? Or... the stunts of political creatures?

If international politics is a dining table, the left leg named assassination underneath, and the right leg named despicable kicking desperately against the person across the table, on the white tablecloth of the table, the two sides drove champagne and talked. How late it was to meet people on the banks of the Seine.

This kind of effort...

Very suitable for this king!

Qin Ye smiled warmer than him, and smiled reservedly: "You are polite, if it weren't for the care of Marquis Peter, I must have not been so fast."

Rumyantsev's blue veins on his forehead jumped fiercely, and his smile was extremely standard.

He doesn't want to come, he doesn't want to come at all! He doesn't want to come here at all!

However, the loser must have the attitude of the loser. Because... the opposite is a top netherworld spokesperson who cannibalize people without spitting out bones!

The Czar's message has not arrived yet, he must consciously make up for his fault. Even if you put your face on the ground.

"It is my honor to be able to help Mr. Zhong." Rumyantsev bowed gracefully again. Even the most rigorous etiquette teachers could not find a problem: "Russian underworld has no intention of breaking our long-standing model of getting along. To consolidate the friendship between the prefectures of China and Russia, we specially prepared a splendid banquet. I don’t know... at twelve o’clock in a week, can Mr. Zhong appreciate it?"

Look at it.

This term, this wording.

Qin Ye almost thought that he and he were a year-long acquaintance!

"We?" Of course, Qin Yan Wang has always been familiar with the skill of pushing his nose and face: "Liu Yu?"

"Yes." Rumyantsev straightened up with a standard smile, neither close nor unfamiliar. He held it at a perfect distance: "I think that a pleasant dinner will help our two countries resolve some wonderful things. Misunderstanding. What do you think?"

"If you think of entering the vassal country without permission and launching a coup is called a misunderstanding. This official does not mind informing the king of the country

Views. "Qin Ye said coldly.

Forbearance...I forbearance!

Rumyantsev took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. Such a straightforward contempt, it used to be the attitude of the Russian underworld to other underworlds, but now... it is actually used by one of the four regulars!

As before, Zhong Kui doesn't understand etiquette at all! It's so barbarous that it doesn't look like a high-ranking official from the heavens!

You won, I admit, next is the time to ask for the loot.

Make me vomit blood happily, or vomit blood unpleasantly, and care about your country on the trophy, which one do you choose?

Do you have to slap my lord even at this time? !

He was humble and couldn't find any mistakes. He didn't answer, and made a please gesture.

Qin Ye didn't move.

The scene was embarrassingly humiliating. On Rumyantsev's lowered head, his teeth rattled. This kind of grandeur...it makes him worse than death!

The loser has no dignity!

He didn't lift up for twenty seconds. Still maintaining the same posture, it was a world of difference from the attitude that Qin Ye's carriage was not enough to let the coachman greet him. Qin Ye shook his sleeves, Shi Shiran asked: "Address."

Rumyantsev took a deep breath and adjusted his facial expression. When he raised his head, his smile seemed to have never changed. He took out a dark envelope with gold dust inlaid around it and handed it to Qin Ye.

"I sincerely await your visit."

After taking a hat off, he turned into the car.

As the carriage moved farther and farther, his face became colder and colder. When the door of 402 closed with a bang, there was a loud noise in the carriage, and half of the body was turned into dust.

The wreckage fell, Rumyantsev's skeletonized fist was still in the air, and his facial muscles were hideous and twisted. Senbai's teeth are intertwined.

"What a country of China... what a arrogant Four Changs!!"

"Today's humiliation... I remember... You better pray, you never have a moment of weakness!!"

"Damn! отвратительныймусор!"

Across the door, Qin Ye looked at the invitation in his hand with interest. Tsk tut... it still smells like powder...

"My lord, are you going?" Oda Nobuya tentatively asked.

Qin Ye nodded: "Of course."

"You are not afraid..."

"Faithfulness." Qin Ye interrupted him and said with a smile: "Now it is different from your Warring States period. There are not so many banquets. Nuclear weapons do not know? Kill the leader and be done? No, nuclear weapons, one Sent into the soul. Give them a hundred courage, and they dare not do anything to me."

"And..." He licked his lips excitedly: "This is a good time to search for loot!"

Loot?

The four ghosts looked at each other and couldn't keep up with Qin Ye's brain waves.

"Do you know the Qing Dynasty?" Qin Ye sneered and rubbed his fingers: "Isn't it just a fight to sign a treaty? We have fought a war, and the oil and water have not been collected, so what do we rush to return home?" >

"Follow a hundred hearts, I can guarantee that we will be the gods of Hanyang in the next days. If we lose, we have to admit, be beaten, and stand upright. Their consciousness is higher. And..."

He looked at the huge underground: "How can I let go of so many spoils?"

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at Qin Ye like a ghost a few seconds later.

"The loot you said...is it them?!"