Yama Rising Chapter 17: : The past five years ago (2)

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Alsace gave up.

She bet that if it had been hundreds of years ago, he would have been sent to the feet of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for overtime. What's the matter... People are in the poke ball, and have to bow their heads...

Dare you believe that the extremely strong survival talents of the last ghost chase in history are all based on stealing, **** and skiing?

Forcibly suppressing the discomfort in her heart, she contemptuously said: "You let him go, don't you want to die?"

"NONONO." Qin Ye shook his finger confidently: "First of all, you forgot the identity of Wang Dahui."

"...Who is King Sledgehammer?"

"This is not the point. The point is that Hammer is the son of Wang Zemin. Only him can enter the office of General Wang. Second, he goes in the daytime, and ghosts dare not come out at all."

Alsace thought for a while, it was perfect!

"There is no problem logically, but I always feel a little uncomfortable... I go to rest for a while... Don't call me if it's okay..."

Heart stuck.

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Wang Chenghao woke up in the palm of Qin Ye's bow.

Blinking his eyes, he ignored the heat on his cheeks and looked around in amazement: "I... did I see my dad just now? Why is he here?"

He surrounds himself like a rabbit and trembles: "What the **** is going on... Qin Ye... please... please tell me... I, I'm going crazy!"

Qin Ye squeezed his cheeks to make him look up, and looked directly at Wang Chenghao's dodging gaze: "Your father is dead long ago. Your mother should be a ghost. If I'm right, your family Only you are alive."

Wang Chenghao opened his mouth in shock, and blinked several times. Shaking all over.

A sense of horror from head to toe makes his hands and feet chill.

How could it be... After living together for so long, I... I actually lived with a group of corpses? !

This world...what's wrong?

Qin Ye didn't let off Wang Chenghao's expression at all, until the other party's tears were about to shed, and then smiled: "Want to live?"

Wang Chenghao nodded desperately, don't know why, he thinks Qin Ye is terrible now. Although he was smiling, it was scary...enough to convince him.

"Tsk tusk tusk...Look at you, where is the momentum that used to show off at school? Raise your head, straighten your chest, and stand up." Qin Ye patted the opponent's shoulder vigorously: "If you want to live, just use your own hands. Go fight!"

Wang Chenghao gritted his teeth, yeah...no one is obliged to do anything for himself, begging...always begging, after so long, it is better to beg yourself!

Qin Yeyu withdrew his hand earnestly, his face full of kindness: "After finishing the spell, you will find that there is still no use for eggs."

Wang Chenghao's face was instantly distorted.

His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to stop talking, he suddenly felt shit...Why is there honey in the shit?

Qin Ye suppressed his smile and said solemnly: "If you want to live, the first thing you have to do is to go to your dad's office. There should be a safe. The password is 200086. There is a stone in it. Bring it to me."

"Okay...I, I'll go back in the morning...I have to..." Wang Chenghao's teeth trembled rhythmically, he instinctively avoided Qin Ye's dangerous gaze, and looked at his legs: "Ha ...Legs, why are the legs shaking? I'm not afraid...not afraid..."

"It's okay if you don't be afraid. Don't worry, boys who are not afraid have good luck. Because those who are not lucky are dead." Qin Ye patted the other party's shoulder: "It's too dangerous to go back at night, so just live here. ."

Wang Chenghao covered his heart and nodded, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, trembling and falling asleep.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Wang Chenghao left the funeral street with a pale face. And the last light above his head, even under the first rising sun, flickered as if it would go out in the next second.

Qin Ye didn't care about him, but turned on the computer and began to search the Haiyue incident five years ago on the forum. Although time has passed for a long time, there should be some clues.

Open the Tianya community, enter the keyword Haiyue, and soon, hundreds of posts appeared in front of my eyes.

"You actually have members?" Alsace was surprised.

"Normal...I have lived in human society for too long, and I have all the members I should have." Qin Ye clicked on a post to reply to a few thousand floors, and the author was shockingly "The storm."

This should be the original post of this incident.

It is also the starting point of everything.

Alsace once said that no matter how strange the situation is, the first rule of thumb to walk the sun cannot escape the obsession of a ghost. Because the ghost will repeat its obsession instinctively. These details are probably the key to transcending this ghost.

Although I have already started to steal the tower, I must be prepared with both hands. Living for too long, I have long understood that I cannot be caught off guard at any time.

After reading the comments one by one, things were no different from what he remembered.

"Can LZ save worry? This kind of eyeball story has no one hundred and eighty every day. Can you change something new? It's a waste of your father's brain cells."-User 029344.

"Hehe, there is no truth without a license, LZ said that the boss is interested in you, do you think you are Reba or Tianbao?"-Hua Guo Conan.

"Even if this is true, the original poster is a scheming bitch, doesn't he just want to fly on a branch and become a phoenix? Now you are in broken shoes, come here to show sympathy? Fuck you, right?"-Furious.

Language violence is like an invisible carving knife, which comes out from thin lips and is heavily engraved on others' hearts. Qin Ye turned down calmly, and soon, when he saw dozens of consecutive pictures. Qin Ye stopped.

"How?"

"Strange..." Qin Ye solemnly looked at the pictures: "These pictures were supposed to be dynamic pictures of mixed men and women fighting, and they should have been 404 long ago. This is the stormy counterattack. From these When the picture was sent out, this matter has completely entered a climax, but...why is it still there now?"

The pictures that appear now are not mixed melee pictures, but... pictures of offices!

This is Mr. Wang's office.

It was illuminated at night, brightly lit, but there was no one. Each one is the same angle. It's like...a pair of invisible eyes, staring silently here every night.

"Look at this." Alsace suddenly spoke. Qin Ye looked over where she said, and suddenly found...in the glass window behind President Wang, under the swaying light, a woman with hands down, Standing with disheveled hair under the light.

The angles and lighting of these photos are so poor that you can't tell if you don't look closely. This woman is wearing a black dress, almost blending with the night! He could only see a blood-red eye, staring at President Wang's seat through his loose hair.

Ghost photos!

This was not taken by humans at all, but the ghost itself...what he saw with his own eyes. Then... put it in front of everyone. No one knows yet!

"When was this changed?" Qin Ye was stunned, and then immediately looked at the top of the post. It says "August 19, 2025."

"Ten days ago."

This is the turbulent building. These photos were sent by her, which means...a woman who died five years ago edited her post in this post ten days ago. And... silently staring at President Wang in the darkness behind for nearly ten days!

Qin Ye's eyes were fiery, and then immediately turned to the first page, and immediately looked at it.

"Anything found?"

"Yes." Qin Ye's eyes lit up, pointing to the number of floors on the screen and said: "I am a person, the only advantage is that I have a good memory. If I remember correctly... the number of floors in this post is 8472?"

"8472 people replies, this is the number before I opened the post. And now... how much do you see?"

8473!

Just as he opened this sinking post... there was something that didn't know if it was a human, and he quietly replied.

According to the rules of the forum, once you reply to a post, the post will be topped to the first page. This is what the so-called top post means.

However, this post does not.

He took a deep breath, quickly scrolled to the last page, opened it, and saw seven consecutive posts, the words are bright red like blood, and the signature is surprisingly...

That turmoil!

A woman who died five years ago!

"I...I'm back..."

"I didn't lie to others..."

"I caught him..."

"Tonight..."

The last post was posted just now.

"I know...you are watching..."

It's daytime now.

The funeral street during the day.

Sunlight penetrated into the back affairs, shone on the pale paper people, horses, firecrackers and incense candles. As if covered with a layer of white smoke, it was clearly noon, and the room suddenly became quiet, which only made people feel a kind of permeating cold.

"Yes." Arthas was stunned, and smiled: "I have a temper. I haven't seen a soul who dares to challenge the evil for a long time. Oh... By the way, with the time she became a resentful spirit, I'm afraid I don’t even know what the netherworld is. Now only those century-old ghosts are in awe of the netherworld, right?"

Qin Ye was also a little surprised. He really went to the underworld before he knew what a terrifying place it was. The former governor of Alsace was only fit to linger in the crevices of the edge, and the Six-Party Ghost King was even more capable Can instantly kill the existence of provincial and ministerial cadres. Not to mention the Yama of the Ten Temples above, and the Yama King at the top.

No... even Po Meng is an existence that makes people tremble when seen.

How much courage is this to provoke national institutions?

Spray him!

Qin Yeyun pointed out like flying: "You probably haven't heard of me. I'll give you a chance to surrender. At twelve o'clock tonight, the willows on the moon, how about after dusk?"

There is no answer.

It seems that the other side of the computer is also stunned.

The style is wrong...

A few seconds later, another line of blood red words appeared: "Look at the phone."

Before the voice fell, the phone suddenly screamed frantically.

Qin Ye didn't pick it up immediately, but glanced at the old wall clock behind him: "It's twelve o'clock."

Alsace immediately understood what it meant.

Something happened.

For five hours, there was not a single missed call. Given that Wang Chenghao has been frightened, he will call immediately as long as he finishes it. Nothing now...

Qin Ye sighed: "It seems that he is not very lucky. Is it dead?"

Alsace sneered: "It's not that I underestimated this ghost, can kill people in the day, even if the palace was a little taboo that day. Just rely on it?"