Yama Rising Chapter 535: : The Living Dead (1)
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September 25th, sunny.
The plane pulled a bright blue silver line on the sky and flew directly from the East China Sea to Seoul.
"Sir... Are you uncomfortable?" The flight attendant looked at the young man in front of him with some worry, his face pale in disbelief.
This is a middle-aged man, but when he speaks, it is Oda Nobuada's voice: "Thank you, I'm fine."
The stewardess looked at him hesitantly for a moment, and asked softly: "Sir, do you need a cup of hot tea? Or hot coffee?"
Oda Nobuya lazily closed his eyes and shook his head.
The stewardess pursed her lips, as if she had something to say, but the hostess just passed by and shook her head slightly. She bowed slightly, and then stepped back.
"Sorry. I borrowed it." These are Korean flight attendants, tall, slender thighs, exquisite makeup, South Korea, famous for the sorcery of makeup, I have to say...you can't tell if she has plastic surgery...but , Still looks great.
Stepping on bright red high heels, she had to walk to the lounge. However, there was no other flight attendant here, but a man in a black suit.
If Qin Ye is present, you can immediately see that the opponent is full of true energy, and it's not weak, it's about the soul.
"Senior Jin." The flight attendant closed the door, her face serious and worried, her hands in front of her, she unconsciously tightened her clothes, and twisted slightly: "At the beginning of this month...Korean Air Corporation The order was issued, and all cases of slurred speech, distorted posture and loss of will appear on the plane, you must be notified immediately."
Mr. Jin raised his eyebrows and put down the newspaper in his hand. The newspaper is the Korea Times, which is the largest circulation newspaper in South Korea and is in English. Covers politics, finance, society, economy, etc.
At this moment, the original text is showing a line: President Choi Jae-hae condolences to the disaster-stricken area in Gyeonggi Province, where a large-scale virus spreads. I hope all citizens of Seoul will take defensive measures. The city of Guangzhou in Gyeonggi Province, the worst-hit city, may undergo a city blockade for the first time in history. American virology experts arrived in South Korea a month ago. Last night, research has made breakthrough progress...
"How?"
The flight attendant bit her lip lightly. The Airline Corporation’s order was inexplicable, and each aircraft was equipped with an "observer." And...she faintly heard...the plane that happened to be notified by the club...all disappeared...
This makes her very disturbed.
"That's it...the H32 passenger is a little bit wrong, his face is so pale, do you want to take a look?"
Mr. Jin stood up immediately: "When I change my clothes, take me there immediately."
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Qin Ye sat in the position, looking at the white clouds and the dazzling sunlight outside the window, various thoughts in his mind were tumbling.
It’s very troublesome to fly now...The underworld still needs its own transportation...
This trip, of course, did not use his own ID card-his ID card was probably issued to the major police agencies in Yangzhou. But... As Hades, it's easy to find Tuotomeng, the parents of the eldest son of the airport management system, and return the sun, and get three tickets. Possession is the best disguise method for Yin Ling. No one will see the identity of Wang Chenghao and Oda Shinta.
It's just that the process is tortuous.
Walking from the sun was planned long ago. It is only September 28th, and he needs to go to Korea a long time in advance. First of all, we must figure out the situation of the Korean Yin Division in advance. Next
If you go there with the time, a few days of meeting will not be enough for him to learn the means of casting miracles. He needs to investigate more deeply.
Moreover, once the time is up, all his actions are exposed to the spotlight, and there is no time to do what he wants to do. Not to mention awakening Li Zhenshu's memory.
"Have you arranged for the underworld? Have all my previous orders been issued?" He sat with Wang Chenghao and Oda Nobuya. Asked casually looking at the window.
"It's arranged." As a secretary, Wang Chenghao has exercised after months of exercise. He is now very well-dressed with a pair of glasses, and whispered: "All departments have the same views at the statistics meeting last month. There are many new initiatives in the prefecture recently. It is necessary to give the market and the ghost people a feedback time. Everyone is touching. It’s not a good thing to have too many new policies to cross the river with stones."
Qin Ye nodded, and when he really sat in this position, he knew what it was like to be indecisive and hesitant.
It seems to be a good policy, but is it planned now? The follow-up response to the previous policy has not yet come out. Now it is rolled out immediately, and if something goes wrong in the future, it will be a serial explosion. So... one hundred and fifty years is really not too much.
Whether a policy adapts to the ghost society, at least half a year's inspection period. And now this six months is the time for the Ministry of Finance to fine-tune interest rates and let the ghost people adapt to the new currency.
"What about the follow-up work?"
"It's already started." Wang Chenghao recalled: "At the end of October, the Pengqiu wasteland reclamation unit was dispatched. Each unit is matched with three impermanents and 20 lingering souls. The others are ghosts, and you can listen to adults. As a result, the surrounding king beasts have already moved. It is estimated that the wasteland will be opened up to one year."
"In addition, the newspapers of Yinsi Entertainment Group have begun to prepare for the recruitment. The old generals of the military department have participated in the introduction/promulgation of the Yin soldier welfare program. Pengqiu is also empty. The rest is waiting for it. Operate on its own and let the materials gradually increase-these various departments have special development and reform commissions to follow up. There will be reports every month. You have not yet flown out of China’s territorial waters. Do you want to watch?"
Qin Ye shook his head.
A city is basically erected, and after that, it will operate with precision like machinery. The so-called officials, firstly, see if there are any problems with these machines, and immediately replace the problematic parts if something goes wrong. The second is to consider whether there are replaceable parts to make the machine more efficient.
Throughout the ages, as long as the ruler is in a big city, the city will develop automatically. This is the process of history and what they are doing now-waiting.
Wait for Pengqiu to accumulate to a certain level, when the quantity changes to the qualitative change!
"How about the passage of the underworld?" He thought about it and asked.
Wang Chenghao recalled for a while and whispered softly: "At present, there is a serious shortage of soldiers and the Mid-Yuan Festival is in chaos. Now we can only send some newly-trained agents to the three provinces of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fulin, and Bao'an for investigation. I am afraid it will take half a year for intelligence feedback. At that time, the newspapers will be almost ready, and it is more suitable to send troops at that time. By the way, Qin Ge and Li Jixi have not yet officially numbered, are they..."
"Go back and talk about it." Qin Ye rubbed his eyebrows. He really needs an intelligence network now. The unexpected situation in South Korea made him clearly realize that the international situation would never wait for others.
But Li Jixi, he still wants to take a look.
He glanced at Wang Chenghao: "It is said that your death is related to him, are you still talking to him now?"
The first classmate was stunned for a long time, and then reacted for a long time: "Oh... yes... I'm dead..."
Yes.
This IQ...I can't count on it in the future...Speaking of how people like Su Feng Zhou Xianlong are still immortal... My life and death book is ready to move...
At this moment, their conversation
Stopped at the same time.
In the passage, a doctor in a white coat smiled and walked over.
He thought he had a good disguise, but in the eyes of the three of them, the innocence in each other was as dazzling as the sun in the night.
"Kim Sang Woo." The other person was not tall, walked up to the three of them and bowed slightly with a smile: "Random doctor. Just now the stewardess informed, which passenger seems uncomfortable?"
No...
Oda Nobuya couldn't help but roll his eyes. It's not uncomfortable... I'm afraid I will scare you to death when I feel comfortable...
Wang Chenghao gave him a elbow lightly, on the plane, don't have any trouble.
"Fortunately, some hypoglycemia." Oda Nobuya smiled.
"There is chocolate on the plane, you can taste it." Kim Sang-woo squatted slightly and grabbed Oda Nobuya's hand: "Mind if I take a look?"
The moment he started, he let go of his heart.
The blood is flowing, warm, and there is no abnormality. There is no bloodshot eyes, the face and hand muscles are not stiff, and there are no blue veins.
No living corpse phenomenon...very good.
Qin Ye watched this scene calmly, and at this moment, a "knock" sound suddenly sounded in his ear.
It seems... something is knocking on the window?
He didn't pay attention at first, but his pupils suddenly widened in just half a second.
This is an airplane...
The plane about to leave China's seaside!
Above thousands of meters in the sky... something... knocking on the airplane window?
Taking a deep breath, he turned his head silently, glanced at it, and the corner of his eye jumped fiercely.
That is a pen.
A very ordinary ballpoint pen.
However, there is an aura of impermanence in the pen!
The pen is very broken, and the aura of impermanence in it is languishing. However, he struggled to write a few words on the airplane window: "Take me away..."
It is Chinese.
"Pen Immortal?" Qin Ye frowned slightly. How could Pen Immortal appear on the plane?
And can you still find yourself?
He pretended to look out of the window, pressed his face to the glass, and said lightly: "Who are you? How did you find this king? Say."
He quietly released a trace of judge's yin, and at this moment, the ballpoint pen trembled desperately. As if the fear was extreme. A few seconds later, he tremblingly wrote: "Li Zhenshu..."
Qin Ye's eyes lit up, and his hand was gently placed on the glass.
There is no vibration.
When I put my hand down, the ballpoint pen was already in my palm. The writing on the window also slowly disappeared. He turned to his side and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
The ballpoint pen quickly wrote: "I...I am the spirit of Li Zhenshu. I am a pen fairy. When Li Zhenshu summoned the pen fairy one time...I wanted to control her, but she had no past and present life...Instead... I was locked in her body and could only stay with her! I was there on the day of Zhongyuan Festival. Please... take me back to Korea... I... If I don't stay in her body, I will die... …"
Qin Ye narrowed his eyes: "Can you find her?"
"Yes!" Bi Xian immediately replied: "We can't separate...I'm isolated within the Chinese barrier, I can't get out at all. I was already desperate, but I didn't expect... I could meet you. Coming...it’s a blessing, little devil...inviting heaven..."
I'm good at talking... Qin Ye closed his hands and put the ballpoint pen into his pocket. However, at this moment, the other party suddenly struggled and wrote faster: "My lord! Be careful!"
"This plane...is not normal!"