Yama Rising Chapter 567: : VIP exclusive route for the dead (1)

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The dark night.

Qin Ye's room.

A man, a woman and a ghost, silently looking at the computer flashing suddenly. Surrounded by ghosts crying.

Kakaka...like a grievance, Cui Taemin moves one point every time it flashes. Qin Ye stared at the screen, but he suddenly found...

Cui Taemin is getting closer and closer to them!

No... it's getting closer and closer to the computer screen!

As if...in the next second, he will crawl out of it!

Card...The screen flickered again, but...Cui Taemin disappeared from above!

There are only empty photos left.

"Leave?" Li Zhenshu frowned.

The voice is not loud, it echoes in this lonely room, but it seems like another person is talking, making the hairs on her back stand up.

"No." Qin Ye and Quan Jinghao stood up at the same time, protecting her: "He is still there."

Pop! At the same time, the computer screen flashed again, and the picture suddenly turned black and white, and the souls in the lanterns screamed together!

Swipe Lala! The computer screen moved, very smooth, no longer like a slideshow, but at the same time... a pale white sphere... emerged from the bottom of the photo.

That's... Choi Taemin's bald head!

Crack, with a soft sound, Li Zhenshu didn't know when to take out the pistol and loaded the bullet. Everyone could tell that something was wrong, as if... the evil spirit boarding in this photo is about to crawl out!

In the dark flashing screen, Cui Taemin's head rose higher and higher, and finally took up the entire screen.

The facial features are already distorted, and the eyes are so big that they are black inside. The bottomlessness brings people an alternative horror.

He smiled.

The mouth propped up two pieces of apple muscle, as if a slit had been carved on the face, exposing the dark teeth inside, and a waterfall of black and red blood remained from the lower lip, eyes staring straight at the three people. It seems that I really saw them.

Even Qin Ye, I have to say, young man... Horror shots are used very well and very promising...

Buzz...The next second, the screen goes out. Immediately afterwards, the lights shone again.

"What happened just now?" Li Zhenshu breathed a sigh of relief, put down the gun and asked.

Where did you hide your gun? Qin Ye looked at each other up and down several times, feeling deeply like magic. Then he cleared his throat and said: "If you look at the supernatural photo from the eyes of a human, you can only see some shadows, even if you are more overcast. However, this photo brings me, Jin Taemin, and Shiyue together. The grievances of those who died tragically. It has long surpassed the category of supernatural photos."

"It is like an eye, recording everything around. And my Yin Qi is far purer than them, so I restored it all. As for the end..."

He was silent for a moment, and sighed: "He should feel my existence."

"How will it affect your future actions?"

Qin Ye frowned.

It does have an impact, and it's not small.

Russian underworld has put on a "you come and touch, I lie flat" as a weak country. However, the premise of this gesture is not to touch the Reaper script. Now that he has touched the core of the Reaper's script, and has also been noticed by the "grandma", how the other party will react...it is hard to say.

"Then it will be faster. Before the other party reacts, kill Jin Taemin directly!" He licked his lips. He didn't plan to let go of this fat.

"I hope to use your power. Lee...I

What should I call you? Our two names are too different. "

Li Zhenshu smiled slightly: "You can call me Sister Xia or Sister Li."

Qin Ye was silent for a while, and did not know how many times he coughed: "It's XIA."

"Xia?" Li Zhenshu sneered: "How close is our relationship?"

"No, no, no...I mean, Xia. Xia of Caixia."

Li Zhensuk looked at him in silence for half a second: "So, your name is Luo? Can you stay away, please?"

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Darkness.

The bottomless darkness.

This is an underground cave with a huge space. But only in the center was a coffin. The lid of the coffin was opened obliquely, and a lantern burning ghost fire was placed on it.

In other places, I can't see my fingers.

Swipe! Suddenly, the lantern burned a pillar of fire more than ten meters high. Only then can you see that the cave is at least thirty to forty meters high, one hundred meters wide, and the walls are uneven. A little light can't shine there at all.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Immediately afterwards, a hand covered with lacquered black nails and covered with purple corpse spots suddenly stretched out of the coffin, resting on the edge.

"I saw...I saw the life-killing ghost..." The voice in the coffin became hoarse: "He is looking for me... He... will come soon..."

Da... the sound of the walking stick on the floor sounded in the dark, not slowing down, ten seconds later, a man wearing the costume of an ancient European marquis walked to the coffin and looked inside: "I miss you There are more cultivators, and there are more ghosts who miss you. You are the root of Korean modern instability. It took a long time for the tsar to find you. What's so scary about you?"

"No...no." The coffin looked like a dying person. He tried his best to say a word, and gasped: "The other party... is not a Korean ghost... I feel a powerful yin on him, and Our quality is completely different... he... very strong... terrible..."

He seemed to cry: "Master Rumyantsev...I'm afraid..."

Rumyantsev sneered and shook his hand lightly. I don't know when a red wine glass appeared in his hand. He took a sip and sat on the coffin.

"Did you know? Oh...you don't know how the third-rate underworld of Korea knows that there is a special Yinling ranking internationally."

"There are fifty kinds in total. Once they appear, each one will be charcoal, at least impermanence." He looked at the black space, and his voice echoed: "The conditions for their appearance are very special, even to the point where they are harsh. However... the appearance of each special Yin Ling represents the possibility of being a man of the palace. Especially the top ten, all have the basis to attack the Hades."

"And you..." He patted the coffin lightly: "It is the uncrowned king of 220,000 square kilometers-he was the leader of the cult before his death, and after his death, it directly affected the turmoil of a country. The immortal cult you founded It is still circulating..."

He lowered his body suddenly and smiled: "Do you know...your ranking?"

Silence.

For a long time, a hoarse voice sounded in the coffin: "I don't know..."

"Seventh,'extremely evil'. It is also called the Remnant Spirit, or the Smelly Spirit—Don’t blame the name that is not easy to understand. The international rules are set by the powerful countries. Spirit. You should be honored to be ranked seventh."

"A cultivator of the same level, Li Gui, is no different from the scum in front of you. Not to mention..."

Boom... it’s much better than that

The filthy and more terrifying Yin Qi spread out like a tsunami, and countless ghost fires seemed to sing and dance throughout the space. There was a sudden movement in the coffin, and then it calmed down.

Boom, boom, boom... countless heartbeats sounded from all directions, and hundreds of ghost fires were shining on, and you could see that the wall... is not a bump at all.

But... only the living dead!

They are spreading one upon another in this cave, forming a circle of walls, and the whole cave is a huge morgue! I don’t know how big the real area is! As the ghost fire danced wildly, scarlet eyes slowly opened in the darkness.

"What's more, this lord is still here." The countless yin in the pores made Rumyantsev gradually float in the air, slowly spinning, and countless ghost fires centered on him, forming a pale whirlpool .

In all directions, ghosts cried as if the stormy waves hit the shore, and in the red eyes like the stars in the night, dozens of huge golden pupils suddenly opened.

"Furthermore, there is the most prestigious spy organization in modern times, our most powerful shadow feather-KGB's dead soul! Five'swallows' and five'crows'. China's underworld...I let, but He dares to come here...even if he is dead, no one will know!"

"Wait quietly. In the last thirty days, I will go and talk to the other person in person. If the talk fails, I will stay here personally. If the talk is done..."

He sneered and glanced at the coffin: "You have good luck..."

The last word fell, and his body turned into countless yin amidst the chuckle, tearing apart a pitch-black vortex and disappearing.

It's dead again here.

I don’t know how long it took before a hoarse voice sounded in the coffin: "Compared to me...you are the real monster..."

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The modified car rushed on the national highway.

There is an abandoned city around, and the lonely cold wind blows up trash on the ground, and there is no living dead. But when the car passed by, I always felt invisible sight in all directions.

Like a traveler walking in the wilderness, it seems to look at a sea of ​​green grass, but under those swaying grasses, I don’t know how many green eyes are looking at this plump blood food.

This is already the edge of Jinjing District. According to Lee Jeong-sook, the first case of a train that broke out with the living dead was in Gijang County. There are two high-speed rails in Busan. The other is Gijang County entering North Gyeongsang Province. Busan Line is the Gyeongsangbuk Road Line.

Wang Chenghao drove, Qin Ye sat in the passenger seat. Oda Nobuya was sitting in the back row, beside him, there was a spirit-shaped Quan Jinghao.

"Brother Qin." Wang Chenghao said without squinting while driving, "Why don't you go to Kunchiyan? Didn't you say that the sooner the better?"

Qin Ye looked at the map of Gizhang County and answered without looking up, "Xinzhong, can you answer him?"

"Yes." Oda Nobuya nodded, and after organizing the language, he said: "One..."

"Huh?!" Wang Chenghao's eyes widened and his nest was horizontal.

Oda Nobuya coughed slightly: "Mr. Wang, there is a question here, that is why so many living dead are shipped to Busan, but there is no news."

"Government cover? It exists, but they always have to take the high-speed rail road. It can't be hidden from the eyes of the people. But why is there no news at all?"

Wang Chenghao thoughtfully: "You mean..."

Oda Nobuya continued: "It is very likely that... they have a direct route to Kunjiayan Mental Hospital, and this line can only be taken here. So... maybe it will be faster here!"