Yama Rising Chapter 660: : Black Mamba Conference (1)

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In the empty and solemn temple, tall candles are burning with raging fires, and the pale fire light shines on the temple like daylight. Outside the temple, there are rows of ancestral warriors wearing bone masks, animal skin skirts inlaid with bone rings, and holding spears and shields. Row after row, a solemn and majestic army formed along the road in the center of the temple.

In front of the temple, there are ten pale bone horns. I don't know what the bones of the female beast are made of. Each of them is two meters long and rests on several skeleton bison. The bison were chained together and kept still, only the scarlet ghost fire shining in the eye sockets proved that they lived in the underworld.

In the army, a jet-black flag fluttered in the wind, with a ferocious cobra painted on it. There were at least a thousand people at the scene, but they were as dead as a cemetery. The murderous atmosphere is like an invisible hand holding a human heart, anyone standing here can't breathe.

"Don't worry, this is Lord Holy Spirit's chief forbidden army. Every Yinling's life is in the hands of Lord Holy Spirit. There is no possibility of rebellion." Babru stood beside Qin Ye, smiling and replied.

Qin Ye nodded calmly. Last night, the diplomat from the Heimamba Mansion informed him that he would be invited to the Holy Spirit Temple at nine o'clock this morning. Unexpectedly, it was such a formal scene to greet him.

Now ten minutes before nine o'clock, he looked through the fortified army to the temple with the closed door behind him. On the heavy stone gate, the front relief of the "African Grim Reaper" Black Mamba is vivid, occupying a whole meter high gate. Through this solemn door, he seemed to see the wise gaze of the old Holy Spirit inside, as well as the three elders, the ancestor witches, who were standing in front of each other, but not lacking a standard sitting posture of etiquette.

So far, there hasn't been any words except the company of Deputy Chief Baburu. But all these things in front of him were already telling Qin Ye, the attitude of the Holy Spirit Black Mamba.

I know you are here.

I also know what you are here for.

Since you chose to step back here. Well, you are here to persuade me—this holy spirit and chief who has survived on the African continent for thousands of years.

I will not face you in a private visit like I did last time. Because, since you have taken this step, what we have to face is the negotiation between the underworld and the underworld.

Please walk in here.

Approach to this door representing the **** of death in Africa. Historically, the head of the foreign land government who entered here has no geometry, and you are one of them.

I will have a formal meeting with you here.

The noisy wind and the killing ghost seem to be telling all this. Qin Ye's face was unhappy.

Since this step has been reached, it is the only and best solution at the moment. I am afraid that it will be useless. It is not a reason to dodge lack of preparation. What we need to do is the best.

Even though the heart is beating wildly, the thinking is exceptionally clear.

This is a memorable moment in the history of Xindifu, comparable to the moment when Pengqiu was defeated.

Time passed by, ten minutes later, the ancestor spirit warriors in front of the temple blew their horns together, oooooooo! The desolate horn resounded through the earth, adding a majesty to this piece of solemnity.

This is a dialogue between nations.

This is a deal between death and death.

This is a negotiation between the old king and the upstart.

Wow, la la la... As the horn sounded, the door of the temple slowly opened. A gloomy atmosphere belonging to Yama, God of Death, and Holy Spirit, burst out from the temple like a tsunami, sweeping the audience instantly! In an instant, under the feet of all the chiefs, a pattern of Yin Qi spread end to end.

That is a snake.

The African **** of death Black Mamba.

This is also... the military formation!

Any negotiation is a process of muscle brightening and testing. This is also the basic etiquette for negotiations. As this yin air swept across the Hades, all the forbidden troops bent down, and Qin Ye did the same, bowing deeply in the direction of the temple.

Swipe! A bright red carpet, like a snake letter from a black mamba, flew out of the sky and spread directly from the temple to Qin Ye. Babur straightened up, with a solemn but seemingly sincere smile on his face, and made a gesture of please to Qin Ye.

Take a deep breath, the majestic yin wind stimulates Qin Ye's hairs to stand up. However, at this moment, he still walked in without hesitation.

As Hades, when the underworld is poor and weak, one must...do something.

Just behind him, clicked, the Yin Soldier's spears on both sides stood up and crossed in the air. As he moved forward, the sound of creaking and creaking from behind was endless. Soon, a triumphal avenue of spears was formed.

Qin Ye did not look back, firmly, step by step into the temple. As soon as he stepped in, the door behind him closed suddenly.

At this moment, the entire temple fell into darkness. However, it became bright again immediately.

He immediately saw the layout of the entire temple.

In the center is a round table, not the rectangular dining table before. Stone round table with black mamba carved on the front. The legs supporting the stone table are also covered with complex serpentine patterns.

There is no huge serpentine bone **** seat last time, nor can I see any arrangement in the temple. There are only ten huge candles, supported by the main platform surrounded by twin snakes, like a lighthouse in the dark night. Lonely and permeating.

The place not illuminated by candle light is endless darkness, endless, as if walking in the endless winter. It seems that the night will never come. In this suffocating darkness, a rustling voice slowly sounded.

A pitch-black scale, like a black gem, occasionally shines in the darkness. Tell everyone that there is a big dazed thing just outside this top-secret round table.

"Welcome to China." The Holy Spirit Black Mamba sits in the first place. The sitting posture is not as casual as the last time, but sits upright. The moment I saw it, it was as if facing a huge mountain, and the overwhelming coercion seemed to announce to the world that it was one of the belongings of the dead on this planet.

The owner of the death rights.

It stood up, placed its scaly four-fingered hands on its abdomen, and bowed slightly. Today it is very gorgeous, not only flashy gold ornaments, but also like emeralds, rubies, and sapphires, with gold-inlaid shoulders and white almost transparent robes. There are even feathers with white feathers on a red background.

Funny?

No.

The extremely impactful folk-custom style brings only majesty under the Yin pressure system of the Yama level.

Unusual majesty.

This is the official meeting line of the African gods of death, including other gods of death, are not qualified to laugh.

Beside him, sat three elders, the same gorgeous and formal clothes, the Starry Sun, and the Bright Moon. The ancestor witch with a bone mask and a totem tattoo stood up on the other side at the same time. He gestured to the last chair with a please.

Qin Ye clasped his fists in both hands and bowed deeply. Sitting on the chair without a word.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but the wooden chair is obviously cold, but he feels scary hot. Let your blood vessels beat gently.

He didn't feel...his fingers trembling unconsciously until he was sitting here.

"Don't panic! Never panic!" In my mind, the calm and perturbed army charged each other. This kind of meeting with a sense of ritual, solemnity, and formality, I just sit up and realize how much pressure is. But now, there is no way out.

Behind him, it also represents a netherworld.

Even...or once...no! Now one of the few big lands with the highest status!

"Calm... Qin Ye, what you can do... Be calm! No one is born. Even the founding fathers of Xinhua State in Yangjian are toddlers, learning how to establish diplomatic relations with foreign countries. . At least others don’t know the truth about Hua Guo Jifu!"

Continuous self-suggestion, the army named calm in his heart finally occupied the high ground. A minute has passed unconsciously at this moment. And several waiters hiding in the shadows have served coffee respectfully. Then...

Standing between candles like a stone sculpture. It didn't even conceal the elongated shape of the waist.

That is the scabbard.

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba lightly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. A kind smile appeared on the snake’s head: "President Qin, please allow me, on behalf of the Black Mamba, to show you your country and your coming. , A sincere welcome."

It's started...

Qin Ye just calmed down his heart, jumping wildly, fingers trembling like cramps, silently tapping on the arm of the chair, smiling and nodding without sacrificing courtesy: "This official represents the capital of the capital, and the second, third Ren Yan Wang, I would like to express my sincere thanks to you."

The other party is asking about his identity!

In the past few days, he has understood that he can no longer use Zhu Ming as his son-in-law. Because... Gate Valve will not do this.

No celebrity will make a joke of his own, and it is a joke about the underworld, which has nothing to do with the celebrity. It sent a messenger to return to the prefecture of China to obtain information-it did not prove the necessity of this joke. To prove, it can only be the handwriting of the ruling government.

So, don’t hide.

Sure enough, there was no surprise at all in the black Mamba dynasty. The Holy Spirit Black Mamba pondered for a moment, and preemptively said: "In view of the unpredictable situation in the Chinese underworld, the Chinese underworld wants to ask the local government to stand beside China? Why? Because the Russian underworld wants to engage in forbidden operations? Because there is behind the Russian underworld. The shadow of the Greek underworld? Monarch Qin, I think such an inferior provocation method is not a good idea."

"The conversation between the two great prefectures should still be based on honesty."

"Please allow me to point out three problems." Qin Ye's thinking has been running at its fastest speed. As soon as the other party's words fell, he said in a deep voice: "First of all, it is not unpredictable in China. Or, do you think that when the second generation of Hades is still there, what is beyond his grasp?"

"As far as I know, there are several big families in your country, and the king of Yan does not have a strong grasp of them. For example... Once you represented the Zhu Ming family smuggling to Africa?"

"Then you mean that China has lost control?"

"Not necessarily?" The Holy Spirit Hei Mamba leaned on the chair and looked at Qin Ye deeply, as if he could pierce the soul through his body: "The change of regime often means war. China has been shut down for a hundred years, specifically The situation is secret. There may not be special circumstances?"

"Master Holy Spirit." Qin Ye's smile also fell cold: "These are boring content that makes people laugh, please don't pretend to be presumptuous, okay? Three thousand years of civil chaos? In addition to making people laugh, I can't think of other meanings."

"To borrow a sentence from you just now, the two great underworlds should still be based on honesty. The official, and the evil representatives of the official, don't want to waste time on such meaningless things!"