Yama Rising Chapter 298: : Artifact Ceremony (1)

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Qin Ye looked at the mirror and arranged his clothes again. Um...perfect.

The prolonged tongue, the black and white pupils, the turbulent white hair...How can you be considered a beautiful man in impermanence...

He didn't want any flaws in this event.

Alsace didn't understand, and he didn't intend to explain. In fact, only he knew the real purpose of this event.

That is... to establish a Yinling worldview

Now I am afraid that many Yin Ling still feel that there is no difference between Xin Jifu and Yang. He wants to use the army to call the army and place the book of life and death. The expansion of the underworld clearly tells everyone that this place is like a Yangjian, but not a Yangjian.

It has the same economic, social, cultural, and humanities as Yang Jian, but also has completely different Yin Qi, spells, and Yin soldiers. Only let them remember clearly that they are dead, this is a completely different world. In this way, the future education and scientific research work can open up the mind. It will not be limited to electricity, wind, and gasoline, but will consider... Yin Qi, life and death.

I believe that after today’s inhumane scene, all the ghosts will be fresh in their memories.

"Let's go." After finishing finishing, he walked out meticulously. Outside, the noise was already shaking.

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Yin Xiangnan is a high school student.

High school student with bad luck.

In order to save an old lady who crossed the road with a red light, died. Now that I think about it, I can’t wait to slap myself twice, red lights cross the road, lean on the old and sell the old, why do I save her? I deserved to be hit!

It's a pity that complaining is useless, and since he died, he has come to a magical place.

It should be the netherworld, but unfortunately, this netherworld is so small. There is only one ghost gate in total, but he is not a troublemaker. Although he is boring after coming down, he is very stable. Until one day... a devilish teenager appeared.

His face was full of youthfulness, and he estimated that he was at most one or two years older than himself. But... just shot hundreds of people! He was so scared that he shrank under the tree and dared not sweat.

Speaking of which, he can be regarded as the first batch of ghosts in the new underworld.

After this incident, we entered a stage of extreme boredom. Fortunately, it didn't take long for a new ghost to come. In a land where there is no computer or mobile phone and a radius of less than ten miles, even those with social autism must learn to chat with people, because... there is nothing to do except chat.

No need to eat or drink, no need to sleep, unlimited physical strength... For a while, he was going crazy, feeling that he was about to become a zombie. There is no "alive" experience.

At this time, the first phase of Qin Garden was announced.

At that time, the shock was boiling.

They knew for the first time that the old mansion was shattered.

They knew for the first time that the boy last time was actually the top leader of the underworld.

They knew for the first time that the other party was working hard to plan to rebuild the underworld.

The oppressive cloud seemed to dissipate, and there was light above his head. No matter what...just do something! He immediately signed up for Yin Jiansi, but unfortunately, he was brushed down.

But... the next thing is not good.

Several machines are scattered, and less than a hundred ghosts work every day. This is still a rotation system, and the passion that everyone has just mentioned is annihilated. A lot of ghosts gathered under the tree again, and each ghost was chatting with unacquainted ghosts one after another, wishing to finish the conversation from birth to now. He felt numb, waiting for the collapse.

At this time, there were more complaints about the new government.

Without hope, there is no despair. Xin Jifu gave them hope, but it was shattered again and again.

And he suddenly discovered that these complaining yin spirits...the yin qi in the seven orifices was getting heavier and heavier. He was still young and was afraid of being killed by Qin Ye twice before, so he didn't dare to speak. So... after a period of time, the Yinling rioted, and he once again saw the opponent descending from the sky, beheading what he didn't know outside. His awe of the new underworld has reached its peak.

But being in awe, doesn’t mean it won’t be boring.

Death and hesitation. Day after day of doing nothing, there is no ideal, there is no end in sight... This feeling is like an invisible wall, invisibly oppressing the nerves of every ghost. Just when he and the surrounding yin spirits had turned over all his experiences during his lifetime ten times, he had an idea for the first time in his heart: If the world is like this after death...

I will stay alive.

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

Life and death are not fair!

What's the reward for being brave?

I don't know what I want, I don't know what I want, even if there is something different now, it is enough to make the whole underworld boil. This kind of decadence, until a certain day, all the ghosts looked at the sky in shock. The dark ashes formed a cloud hole, and dozens of containers crashed down.

With a smile on his mouth, the scene of that day appeared again involuntarily. When the container was opened, looking at the books, football, basketball, chess, table tennis, various sports equipment, entertainment facilities...he cried.

Not howling. But I don't know why, and my heart is sore, tears can't help streaming down. Moreover, he is not the only one.

Countless people looked directly at dozens of containers and the entire netherworld, from low, to heavy breathing, to sobbing, and ten minutes later, it turned into a trembling tide, screaming and cheering. It's so natural too much.

It may be hard for living people to imagine how important these things are to the new underworld.

For them, the ghosts who are about to become walking dead are like redemption.

It has changed...everything has changed!

Since that day a month ago, the entire underworld has been turned upside down!

There are voices discussing "Master Qin" everywhere, not complaining like before, but affirming with a smile. And after the Guimin Conference last month, he has already crazily looking forward to the grand ceremony of entering the palace!

I... came alive.

This was his idea for a month. He regained his vitality and restored his expectations. When he heard those policies at the Guimin Conference, he almost jumped up, and his hands were clapping and applauding!

He didn't abandon us!

We are struggling, and Xindifu is desperately changing our lives! We... have hope in the future! Bright!

For a whole month, the changes in the underworld were visible to the naked eye. I don’t know how many Yinlings like him participated in the construction of the underworld. After nearly a year of communication, most of the surrounding Yinlings are familiar. As far as he knows, Uncle Zhao, who is dead, used to be a senior fitter and signed up for a building material factory. Was hired on the spot. And appointed a unit director.

A sister who died of leukemia next to her signed up for a packaging company and was also hired. Now she can’t close her mouth every day, just waiting for the production line to start.

That uncle Gao, who was always gloomy, joined the Factory Owners Alliance, so I think he was a rich man during his lifetime... It’s good...

Still chatting under the tree, but the content is completely different. Looking around, one by one construction site...50% of the 100,000 Yinlings have joined Yin Jiansi. Yin Jiansi now needs too many people. Every day, Yin Jiansi recruits are mobilized among the trees. But soon there will be quarrels with mobilizers from other factories.

Nowadays, I’m talking about "Which department did you report to?" "You were elected to the government? A civil servant? Not bad!" "Come on, football? Brother, don’t know if you don’t know it

Hey, we have a team there! Is there anyone here? "Lao Zhao, kill a game of chess!" In the afternoon, I will go to the processing plant to see if there are any places. "

The changes are too great and in full swing.

So, he is extremely looking forward to today's conference, and he has not slept well this month!

He wants to see what new initiatives are in the underworld.

He wants to see what else he can expect.

The current netherworld is like a magic box, with layers of anticipation one after another. He can't wait to open the last one and see... whether the end of his expectation is a scene that he had never even thought of.

"Xiao Yin?" As soon as he turned the tree, the two old men who killed chess next to him squatted on the ground and said: "Are you going to the conference?"

"Yes, Uncle Wang." Yin Xiangnan smiled and said, "Have you got a job?"

"It's almost there." Uncle Wang smiled: "But what time is this? Is it too early?"

"Go and take a seat first." Yin Xiangnan smiled and rushed towards Guimenguan.

However, the more he ran, the more he realized that something was wrong, and he ran for a dozen meters, the speed suddenly increased, and he rushed forward with all his strength.

Yin Ling... Yin Ling is everywhere!

The ghost gate is closed, and now a huge mirror is used as a clock. The time when the artifact enters the mansion ceremony is ten o'clock in the morning, and it is only eight o'clock. He can vaguely see... the ghost gate is already in water before the gate?

What the hell!

What time is this!

Go forward, keep going forward, after running a few hundred meters, he can no longer run, standing in despair, moving forward inch by inch.

Ghost Mountain and Ghost Sea.

In all directions, all are Yin Ling, and there are countless Yin Ling rushing behind. How big is the ghost gate? To accommodate 100,000 onlookers, this is simply... worse than watching the New Year's Eve party up close!

I can't move a single move. If it weren't for the ghosts at the scene, 100% of them will now be stampede. He couldn't help complaining: "I rely on... as for?"

"Why not?" Next to him, a young man with glasses smiled and replied: "This is the first ghost festival, this is not the same as the Spring Festival Gala? It must be crowded."

The smile on his face is a satisfying smile, a full smile.

"Not all come..." Yin Xiangnan stared at the Yin Ling floating in the distance, and swallowed.

The youth sighed with emotion: "If it was before, it would be nice to be able to come one-third... But now, if Master Qin has a user survey, not to mention 100%, 95% definitely! He presided over The conference, I am afraid there is another big news, who doesn't want to be the first to see!"

Yin Xiangnan sighed, what else to do?

There are too many yin spirits...One hundred thousand yin spirits, at half past nine, a black sea was formed in front of the ghost gate, and Oda Nobunaga was vaguely seen wearing armor and wearing his mother's clothes to maintain law and order. It's nine forty, fifty...it's exactly ten o'clock. Suddenly, the whole world became quiet.

The crowd was still agitated last second, and this second was silent. Yin Xiangnan looked at the surrounding people in surprise, most of them were screaming and talking in excitement, but there was no sound. Soon, everyone's eyes were scorching to Guimenguan.

In the silence, suddenly, a desolate horn sounded, followed by drums, suona, and roar. Form a melodious and majestic music.

That is the unique music of the underworld, there is no lack of majesty in the gloom, sharp but not losing the avenue. With the sound of music, a group of gloomy ladies, wearing ancient Tang costumes, float out from the gate of ghosts.

Yin Xiangnan took a deep breath without blinking.

Although no one speaks, everyone knows that the ceremony for the entrance of the artifact has already begun!