Yama Rising Chapter 480: : Eighteenth day

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Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he forced himself to calm down and read it carefully.

A few minutes later, he closed the information and muttered: "It turns out that there are many natural spirits floating in the sun. They will regard Huanyang Yinling as visitors from **** and will automatically be attracted..."

"This is not the most dangerous. The most dangerous is the predation areas everywhere, and even many undiscovered ghosts... Based on the evolution of the yin and spirits, they can swallow each other the fastest, and return the yang with the pure yin aura of the underground palace. The spirit will be regarded as the best food. Therefore, every time the yang is restored, there must be organized protection."

"Finally, it is the special organization of the Yangjian, or the practitioners of the Yufang, don't be discovered by them. Moreover, there are many undiscovered artifacts in the Yangjian. Sometimes a copper coin can make the Yin soul fly away..."

"Organized protection is not dangerous." He shook his head and kept watching.

Below is the rules for repaying yang.

"First, it is possible to disclose the existence of the underworld, but not to disclose any personnel, positions, information, and composition of the underworld... It is reasonable."

"Secondly, no human beings other than those who return the yang should not be contacted... This is... Oh, it turns out that the return of the yang spirit is also the yin spirit. Relatives will not be affected by their relatives, but contact with other humans will be affected by the yin spirit. Affected, supernatural events occurred."

"Three...not overdue. Fourth, no things can be brought back from the sun, all things must be burned back on festivals."

After watching for more than half an hour, Secretary Zhou did not urge him. After half an hour, Zhang Zeguang raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Trouble has been waiting a long time." He smiled and nodded.

"Soon, Minister Zhang, have you decided? If you decide, I will reply to Master Qin. Once the date is set, it will not be changed."

"It's decided." Zhang Zeguang returned the information with a red light, hoarsely saying: "Tomorrow night, please arrange for Qin Yanluo to return the sun!"

Secretary Zhou took the information and left. Zhang Zeguang lived not far away. Soon, he returned to the Lijinggong Building.

Quickly came to Yan Luo's office, knocked on the door, and walked in respectfully with a sound, just about to speak, but his eyes flashed and he leaned against the wall with a professional smile.

A soldier in ancient armor is sitting on a chair. He knows very well that anyone who can sit in Yan Luo's office is not in his turn to interrupt.

"Are you going back to Baoan?" Qin Ye nodded slightly, then said to the soldier: "In a hurry?"

"I just remembered that it will be my father's birthday a week later. It is also the first birthday after arriving at Yinsi. As a son of man, I have to go back." The soldier's Mandarin was very standard, and he answered with a smile.

"That's it..." Qin Ye nodded gently on the table with his finger, and then nodded: "Hurry up and go back. Now the Yang family is back in the Philippines, the military power here is in your hands. Those old generals still need it. Change your mind. There are no cannons and tanks in the underworld. I believe you more in the cold weapon war."

"Yes." The soldier stood up and bowed deeply: "Master Qin, I want to leave tomorrow. My father liked Hua Guo tea very much when he was alive. I am going to get some back in Yangjian."

Qin Ye nodded and waved his hand. Just as the other party left, the envoy asked in a wicked way: "Secretary Zhou, how is it?"

A normal question.

I couldn't see any problems, even Qin Ye didn't feel the slightest, because it was indeed what should happen.

"Leadership, Minister Zhang has already decided." Secretary Zhou respectfully replied: "Tomorrow night, he decided to pay back. But the leader, who am I looking for to pick up Minister Zhang? It seems that no relevant departments have been established."

This is a problem...

Qin Ye rubbed his temples, he can guarantee that 99% of Pengqiu’s ghosts don’t know how to pick up this one

Program. The clearest thing is he and Arthas, but want them to send it in person?

I have time to establish a similar department. This is the difference between the yangjian and the underworld... He quickly gathered his thoughts, and as he meditated, his brows gradually frowned.

Really no one!

The danger of returning the sun lies in the ghosts in the Yang room, and most of the Yang rooms now have predation areas, basically at the level of ghosts and souls. Speaking of which, it is safest to **** them with souls... This is the number one in the underworld. He didn't want to make any mistakes.

This is a banner that attracts other ghosts to work hard.

And his badass...Most of them are still in Baoan as the judge.

"You let the one who just left wait." After thinking about it, he lifted his chin and said.

"Yes. Leader, what is his name?"

"Oda Nobuya." Qin Ye said nonchalantly: "When you let him go back, **** Minister Zhang. Delay him for a few hours and make up for his leave. You directly take him to Minister Zhang."

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The dark palace.

Will candles are lit on all sides. Burning on the simple lampstands. In the light, a piece of cyan gauze floated in the wind, hanging on the beams of the room. And just behind the innermost veil, there was a faint figure.

There is no one here, but while the wind is rolling, the sound of ghost crying all the time, making people's hair stand upright.

Wuying touched the ground with his forehead and knelt on the red carpet on the ground, not daring to move. The whole body was shaking gently.

Even if there is no ghost here, he still dare not look directly at the figure behind the curtain, the other side's terrifying ghost is like a mountain like a sea, and he can't lift his head.

"You said, the evil servant of the underworld, I want to talk to you?" After a long time, a hoarse voice came from behind the curtain. Wuying immediately respectfully said: "Yes, he said he came from Shayin Village, and his name is the Scorpion of Red Sand. The little ghost is not a one-in-one general under his hand."

"Shayin Village...Red Sand Scorpion?" Behind the curtain, a hoarse voice seemed to be thoughtful. A few seconds later, he sneered, "I have never heard of this name. But you are a shepherd. The waiter is not the one-to-one general of the other party... it's really a real bad guy."

"My lord..." Wuying swallowed fiercely and trembled: "He, he said..."

The palace fell silent, only the ghost fire flashing in the shadowless eyes. Gasping hastily, after a long time, he suddenly squatted his head: "He said... he is your old master."

"Presumptuous!!" With this life's anger, the curtain of the entire palace was raised, revealing a vague figure sitting on the armchair in the back. There are also two blood-red aura points.

Like Lai Junchen Li Linfu, this is a sign of being suppressed for too long under the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the soul fire has been burned out!

"The old mansion is gone." The hoarse voice grinned his teeth and smiled: "Liu Yu personally told me...hehe...maybe we are not in a good relationship, but he will not cheat on this kind of thing. Me. Old master? Sneer...If the second generation Yama is still alive, I can still get away here? Or..."

Sand... In the creepy rustle, ghost fire suddenly beating wildly in the shadowless eyes.

Just behind him... countless hands... from his clothes, hair, and behind! Grow quickly!

These are the hands of dolls.

But... it's dead white covered with corpses!

Countless hands grabbed his eye sockets, mouth, and fingertips. The black fingertips immediately plunged in, and the yin was overflowing in an instant! He screamed and rolled desperately on the ground!

"My lord... my lord!! Forgive me! The kid just doesn't want to die!

! "The screams resounded through the hall, the hoarse voice was unheard of, and the invisible head was cut a little bit by bit: "Or...you are the ghost of the underworld now?" "

Go deep into the pain of the soul.

Wuying only felt that his soul and body were burning frantically, and the vaginas all over his body poured out like the gates, and his voice became sharp because of excessive panic: "No...No, my lord! I was just ordered to spread the word!! I don't want to die!!"

This is Fujun.

The highest existence below Yan Luo is in charge of the life and death of Yin Ling in an area, and even the old mansion has only a few dozen.

"I heard...you chanted my name in Wuyang City?" Just as Wuying yelled sadly, in his throat...in his mouth, countless hands were stretched out! As if there was an evil spirit in his body, just about to break out of his body! Very weird!

"Well ...... hum ...... ohh !!" shadowless desperately shaking his head, a huge occupation of systemic fear, trembling madness, but the mouth was only a dead white hand to block, in a word Can't tell.

"Fujun, if you chant, you must know. I told you...and you actually recited my real name?"

"Why?"

"To whom?"

"Then...Do you dare to return to the Qin Palace? Wuying...Do you think that you are a judge and I can't bear to let your soul fly away?"

At this moment, the hoarse voice suddenly screamed. All the dead white hands disappeared in an instant, and in Wuying's arms, a golden streamer flew out suddenly, and then... exploded!

Shu Lala... The light illuminates the entire hall and also illuminates the figure behind the curtain.

He wore a scarlet robe and skirt, lined with a white floral robe, a big belt, and a square-heart curved collar. A jade sword, jade pendant, brocade ribbon are hung on the waist. His face was unusually old, as if there was no flesh and blood, only a layer of skin was covered with bones. There are two faint red spots in the eye sockets, and there is no ghost fire at all.

"Zi!" He opened his mouth suddenly and let out a sharp roar, desperately blocking the light in the sky. However, the golden light in the air was only fleeting, then... it turned into a golden scale, floating in the air.

"He...he..." The curtain fell again, his figure covering his chest, staring at the sky in shock. After a long time, he screamed frantically: "This is... true listening... true listening?!"

"How is it possible! Why is Di listen still?! If he is, why let us go! This is impossible!!"

Screaming like crazy, the fear of the old mansion in my heart rushed again. It was a nightmare he had forgotten as much as possible, and he didn't dare to think of it again!

The dreadful chaos, the unstoppable palace monarchs of the same rank, the towering ten temples, the six ghost kings patrolling the wilds and wilds...any one is enough to wake him up in a nightmare!

And this... turned out to be one of the two highest rulers in the underworld, Ksitigarbha's favorite scale!

Too much...His teeth began to tremble, staring at the scales, and his whole body was on guard, as if...every thorn was upside down when he encountered a dangerous hedgehog.

He wanted to escape, but couldn't make any progress. It wasn't until ten minutes later that the scales still only slowly radiated golden light, and he was generally relieved, and he sat paralyzed on the master's chair with a thud.

Wow!

As he sat down, his chest suddenly split open, neatly, and his ribs were tight. Become a **** hole.

A pitch-black baby, with corpse water flowing all over, sitting in it with blood-red ghost fire shining in his eye sockets, with a scream, his tongue flew out like lightning, wrapped around Wuying’s neck, dragging him from the ground quickly Arrived in front of myself.

"What did he say?" The voice of gnashing teeth sounded from the baby's body: "Exactly...tell me carefully..."