Yama Rising Chapter 217: : Connector (two)

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Where did you smell it? He frowned for a long time and didn't think of it.

It should have been recently, and the breath is very new, just like the one that just came today. Lin Han couldn't smell it because he was not impermanent. This breath is extremely hidden, almost mixed with the Yin Qi of the dead, if it weren't for Qin Ye to reach the level of impermanence, I am afraid it would be difficult to find out as detailed as he.

"You don't want to say that there is a ghost here, right?" Lin Han looked at Qin Ye with a look of "Are you kidding?": "Make it clear, this is Baoan. Ten minutes from the city, There are also cultivators patrolling throughout the day. It is impossible to have an accident."

Qin Ye also felt that she was thinking too much. A hand pointed at the gate: "Lead the way!"

In the center, there is a set of tables several meters long, and several figures are recording something on it. And more people waiting to enter, quietly waiting under the stairs.

"A few years ago, all ghost markets were taken over by the special investigation team. Whoever enters or leaves must register. And we need this to enter." Lin Han shook the special permit in his hand: "Follow Hold me tight."

After speaking, rush straight up.

Qin Ye was so scared that he was so scared. Hold the grass and calm down! Do you think they are blind? These people are all cultivators, right? You entered so blatantly to prepare to be notified by the whole school immediately before academic exchange?

However, it was too late. Lin Han, like a wild boar, jumped to the front, and waved at him.

Qin Yeqiang suppressed the scolding in his heart, bit the bullet and walked over, ready to be found and ready to slip away.

They lined up behind a creaky body and a ghost wearing a tengu mask. On the table in front, there were six or seven camouflage uniforms with the sword and shield logo of the Special Investigation Department sitting on their chests. At the center is a man in his early thirties with a beard. Picking up the permit that Yin Ling handed over, he only glanced at it, and frowned: "Do you want to reapply for this permit?"

"Hui Province is used for the Donghae Province? Did you apply for a temporary entry permit? Shake your head? Shake your head and don't do it yet? Your permit is only valid for two days, do you want to be arrested as Heihuling?"

The hem of the Yinling floated like Marilyn Monroe's skirt, but she couldn't see her feet. There was only a yin, rubbing his hands to please a smile: "My lord, it's urgent, isn't this just coming? I haven't had time to do it...you see...accommodating?"

Before he finished speaking, he held a small box in both hands and put it on the table upright.

Luo Chi Hu opened his eyes calmly: "Don't take this as an example, let's go in."

There are no mouths in the trough... Qin Ye rolled his eyes, this scene is almost dazzling... his underworld must resolutely combat this kind of rot! Ben Yama is clanging poorly, do you dare to collect money from the dead? !

Yin Ling sighed and floated happily across the audit stand. Luohu knocked on the table with his pen: "Next one."

Qin Ye took a deep breath, clenched his fist involuntarily, praying in his heart for the dull overlord to be reliable.

Facts have proved that the Overlord is very reliable.

It was very easy to pass the inspection. The other party looked at it, registered, and was done. After Qin Ye entered the mountain gate, he still couldn't believe it.

"It's not... the government's control of the ghost market is so weak?" He asked in amazement: "Does that mean I can come here often in the future?"

Lin Han glanced at him like a fool: "What do you think? That's my brother."

The implication, you idiot who doesn't understand gratitude!

Very good...

Qin Ye's words were stuck in his throat, pressing down a mouthful of blood in his heart, and silently following Lin Han up.

After entering the gate, no one spoke again. He took a closer look. There were not many people coming to the ghost market, but the true spirit was terribly meager. One half of the people he saw were of the ghost level, and the other half didn’t even enter the door of the ghost. Wei Yinling is much faster than humans.

Pedestrians turned a blind eye, everyone kept their distance and rushed towards the top of the mountain. Vigilant indifference and harmony between humans and ghosts are quite rare, and seem to be accustomed.

Ten minutes later, the speed of the two had reached the top of Laojun Mountain.

There are only a few tombs scattered here, but they are too luxurious to look at. They are all made of white marble, surrounded by a circle of railings, carved with many beasts that Qin Ye didn't recognize. With ever-lighting lights on both sides, the branches of green pines and cypresses were cut down to form a wreath.

At this moment, there is a figure sitting on the podium of every luxurious cemetery.

There was a small booth in front of them, with wooden signs marking the price. The rest of the square is full of stalls. A candle was lit in front of every booth. It's just that some are ordinary candles, and there are two or three scattered, but they are burning green ghost fires.

The night wind blows, the trees are bursting, and the pale moonlight shines on the cemetery, refracting chilling light and shadow. If the ghosts gather in silence.

Qin Ye’s phone shook suddenly. He picked it up and saw that it’s useless to have Momo. Instead, he sent him a text message: “Ordinary candles represent that the stall owner is human, and ghost fire candles represent that the stall owner is Yin. Ling, at five o'clock, all the candles will be extinguished at the same time, announcing the end of the ghost market. Don’t speak. There is a mess of dragons and snakes, and it’s very messy. If you walk around by yourself, I will also go and see."

Qin Ye feels a little hot in his heart, and I really don't have to say that the king is a brother. He wanted to come, so he helped without saying anything. Now, he is never curious about what he is doing, but leaves wisely.

Anyone has two sides. If you do big things as usual, you can never do big things.

He must have done so before coming, and Jiade’s connector will be here this afternoon. He took out a red feather and pinned it on his shoulder, then strolled around with interest.

The things sold in the ghost market are very strange. He saw a black wooden branch and a whole human skull, but with a long horn on it. I also saw the five ghosts fortune jar, with talisman paper pasted on it...but the most were the various fragments of the vagina.

"There are some slight fluctuations in infurience, but the level is too low." He shook his head, unknowingly, he had already visited the entire ghost market. At the same time, his shoulder was lightly tapped three times.

A man in a black robe has stood behind him at some point, wearing the mask of Zhu Bajie. Bowed deeply at him.

Here...

Under the hood, Qin Ye showed a faint smile. This was the way they agreed to meet. Pig Bajie mask, tap his right shoulder three times, and he will tie a feather on his shoulder.

Speaking for someone, the man in black made a please gesture, and Qin Ye followed him slowly down. The same is true of any cemetery. The lower floors are densely packed tombs and monuments, spread out like terraces. . Laojunshan was no exception. He finally saw a little light when he reached the third floor C-8 area.

In the corner of District C-8, there is a huge banyan tree with its branches and leaves hanging down, and the huge canopy casts a shadow of more than ten meters. Just at the end of the tombstone passage, the dark tombstone gleamed with a mysterious luster in the dark night. Just under the shadow of the banyan tree, a white lantern was faintly lit up, and two figures were waiting for him below.

Very cautious... Qin Ye nodded secretly, this place can see all the surrounding scenery at a glance, but the people who come by accidentally can't find them.

"Mr. Qin." As he came, a figure stepped out first and stretched out his hand: "Long admiring the name."

His gaze was scorching to see the big box Qin Ye was carrying: "It's very safe here. We came from Yanjing all the way and ventured into the edge of Bao'an, why don't you... be honest with everyone?"

The hands are very fair. It can be seen that the owner of the hands is pampered and exudes a faint fragrance. There are no scars on the hands, and no wrinkles.

Qin Ye didn't stretch out his hand, just casually leaned on the tombstone, took a deep breath, carefully put down the box and smiled: "How can you be honest?"

"For example." The figure took off his Monkey King mask, underneath it was a young man's face, in his early thirties, wearing a pair of glasses, and looks quite gentle: "Bai Yishan, the second shopkeeper of Jiade Yanjing headquarters. You can call me the white shopkeeper."

"If you want to participate in the bank's summer auction, we will always meet. Moreover, you are the successor of the bank's VIP black and card, and we will collect your information to facilitate subsequent services. What do you think Like?"

Qin Ye glanced at him with a faint smile, took another deep breath, and finally stretched out his hand: "Not bad."

The moment he grasped it, his hand suddenly squeezed, and before the two of them hadn't reacted, the treasurer white exclaimed and his hand was already dislocated. And before he was surprised, Qin Ye's hand had already turned into a knife, and he slashed directly on the neck of Monkey King's mask.

The elbows and armpits were transformed, and no one reacted. The figure in the darkness trembled. Just about to move, Qin Ye said indifferently: "Just stay in place, no move. Otherwise..."

His palm is still one centimeter away from Monkey King, and the other party has already raised his hands trembling, and Qin Ye's hand moved closer: "Otherwise, he will die."

"Master Qin..." Monkey King's voice was trembling: "What are you doing? We are here to trade and appraise your lot. You..."

"Identification..." Qin Ye smiled, and his hand was already on the opponent's throat: "Do you know why I took a deep breath?"

The Monkey King swallowed hard and shook his head blankly.

"Because I smelled the smell of the living dead at the bottom of the mountain." Qin Ye looked directly at the two exposed eyes of the other party: "So, I started to pay attention when I went up the mountain, and I just discovered that the smell comes from you It's coming out of my body. This gentleman, can you tell me why you smell like a living dead? If you didn't have a shadow, you would be dead."

"Have you been in contact with something unclean recently? Or..." He grabbed the opponent's throat: "You are?"

For people who are weaker than yourself, the play is so strong!

For someone better than yourself... heh heh... everyone understands.

The Monkey King was stunned. A few seconds later, he gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Qin, you don't have to..."

"Jushun." At this moment, the third person who had not spoken suddenly spoke.

"He is Juhun." The other party's voice was very hoarse, and he looked at Qin Ye directly: "It's not an ordinary cultivator...even more powerful than ordinary Juhun..."

He walked out of the darkness for the first time without removing the mask. And... Monkey King, Zhu Bajie appeared, Qin Ye originally thought that the other party's mask would be Sha Wujing. but not.

That is... Tang Sanzang.