Yama Rising Chapter 8: : Yan Luoyin (recommendation for new book issue)

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This underworld waterfall is so magnificent and magnificent, there are more than 100,000 ghosts in the world. Once it was crowded to the Wangchuan Ferry, the soul waterfall did not stop for dozens of minutes.

Wow... the boat is lightly, floating in the void. Qin Ye was still shaking, but the ferry seemed to never reach the bridge. As time passed, countless yin spirit moths rushed towards the ferry as if they were fighting the fire, and then fell into the abyss. Twenty minutes, forty minutes... Suddenly, in the waterfall of Yinling, a spirit body stepped on the void out of thin air.

At the same time, Grandma let out a long sigh. The figure suddenly disappeared, and a dark yin air ran across the sky, swept away this yin spirit, and when it reappeared, he was already standing on the ferry.

"It's him?" Qin Ye looked at this Yin Ling unexpectedly. It was a middle-aged man, and his appearance was not damaged in the slightest. Square face, hooked nose. The eyebrows are very light, and the clothes can even see the Armani brand, which is very particular.

To make this supernatural old lady take a lot of trouble...Is it such an ordinary person?

"Yes, there are some changes in the underworld now. I can't know his exact location. Qingxi County has a large population and time is urgent. The old man can only know that he died in these seven days and he must have been in contact with'it'. Come on. Closing the ghost door is the best choice." After saying this, grandma inserted a hand into Yin Ling's chest.

"Yeah!!!" A shrill scream resounded abruptly in the opponent's chest, and the man's face was crazily twisted. Immediately afterwards, an unspeakable cold air suddenly filled the entire ferry!

Boom! Without warning, Qin Ye's ghost costumes all over his body brushed and flew straight up. His eyes widened suddenly, and he took a breath: "My God..."

This is Yin Qi.

Not too strong. However, the quality is incredible!

Om...The wind is overwhelming, and this void is slightly pressed down, even the monster under the abyss is silent at this moment. It's impossible for this level of Yin Qi to appear on a newly dead Yin Ling! Even more terrifying than grandma!

What the **** is this special thing?

People?

Thousand-year old ghost?

"Huh..." At this moment, Grandma pulled her hand out with a muffled groan, and took a few steps back. His head was covered with cold sweat, and his hands turned out to be golden. Even more bizarre is that countless age spots appeared on her face, as if she was several decades old in an instant.

All the sounds stopped abruptly.

Boom... his heartbeat seemed to be beating in his ears, and Qin Ye realized that his whole body was soaked. With lingering fears, he said: "Ghost King?"

Grandma looked at her hand quietly, and a few seconds later she gave a sorrowful laugh: "'It' is on this person... I calculated that it is in Qingxi County, but you can't find it. We I can only come here and wait...When the ghost gate of the Yulan Festival closes and the holder of'it' is summoned here..."

Qin Ye blinked: "What is ‘it’?"

Grandma was silent for two seconds: "Yan Luoyin."

"Oh, it turned out to be... wait!" Qin Ye looked at his grandmother as he had seen a ghost, and said in disbelief, "Yan Luoyin? The cornerstone of the legendary Yin Cao Jifu? You lost the guy who was eating. ?"

What a fluke that you are still alive...

"What kind of eyes are you? Things are not what you think." Grandma gave Qin Ye a fierce look, panting, and said: "When the prefecture was formed, there were three innate treasures, and Yan Luoyin was one of them. One."

"For some reasons, Yan Luo Yin was crushed. But there is a connection between any innate treasure. As long as you find one, it will show you where the other is."

"Wait." Qin Ye woke up keenly, and pointed to himself: "Aren't you holding any unrealistic fantasy?"

"What do you mean, kid? As the last official civil servant in the underworld, what is your sense of responsibility as a ghost servant?"

"Fuck...I don't want it, can I?!"

"Yes, Gougan, you have three days left to live."

Qin Ye's voice was lowered by an octave again in an instant, struggling frantically with the desire to survive: "...then what... let's talk serious, don't such disturbing topics reappear, okay? …Tell me, I’m not really good at jigsaw puzzle games with high IQ?"

Grandma glanced at him: "If the skin is not there, the hair will be attached. Don't you understand? Once there is a problem in the underworld, the first thing that will die is your unborn or undead wall grass. ."

Count you cruel!

Qin Ye turned his head with a burst of veins in his temples. Life is like a strong X. Since he can't resist, then lie down and enjoy. Now, he was ready to enjoy it with a strong smile.

Ah... don't... be lighter... grandma...

"He is a mortal and has been in contact with Yan Luoyin?" Qin Ye started to look at the Yin Ling no longer thinking about it. There was something to say, but suddenly he stopped, blinked, his eyes almost stuck to the opponent.

"How?"

"I have seen him." A few seconds later, Qin Ye turned around and pressed his eyebrows to think: "This is... Wang Chenghao's father?"

"Are you sure?" Grandma's expression immediately became serious.

"I'm sure!" Qin Ye replied affirmatively: "The richest man in Qingxi County, Wang Zemin. I saw him during the parent meeting. His son Wang Chenghao is in the same class as me."

"He actually died? Why didn't he listen..."

The voice stopped abruptly for the second time, and his eyes shone slightly.

No...Nothing!

The death of the richest man in Qingxi County must be big news, and the county news and webpages will definitely tell. Taking a step back, Wang Chenghao would definitely react even if he didn't.

However, the other party did not.

Wang Chenghao's actions in these two days are definitely not like his dead father. Most importantly, a conversation resounded in his mind again.

"Qin Ye...Do you know a way to deal with these things?"

"Are you afraid they will find you again?"

"No. It's not me...actually...my family...something is wrong recently..."

Things are getting weird.

The underground palace seems to be shut down, Yan Luoyin wanders into the world, ferrying people to death, and the sun burst out... He has overturned his previous assumptions, the underground palace... I am afraid something more terrible has happened than the suspension.

"Let's go." Shaking his head, he said to his grandmother.

"Huh? What about your strong desire to survive?"

Qin Ye rolled his eyes. Since resistance is ineffective, the best way is to do something. Is the desire to survive more important than living?

Stay alive. The meaning of these two words is not to live like a dog, but to stay under the tower and don't die. Even if the other party's three Lucian, they must be as stable as an old dog.

"So, this is what I admire the most about you. It's quite impressive." Grandma took out a talisman, put it on Wang Zemin's forehead, and made a ball of it. This yin spirit was turned into a paper ball. , Put it in Qin Ye's pocket.

"...No, you worked so hard to find him, are you handling so casually now?"

"Take care of it, your classmate... I'm afraid you are hiding the vital'key.' But this is not the time to talk about this."

After saying these words, she pushed Qin Ye away, and walked to Shake. With a strong pressure, the whole ship trumpeted again.

"Before...Didn't you guess that the underworld was closed?"

"Since you have passed the qualification test, now, I will take you to take a look. It is far more terrifying than your guess...the truth of the underworld."

Woo...Under the control of my grandmother, the speed of this ship was incredibly fast, and it swept straight towards the depths of the void.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a roar in the crack. Ten minutes later, a huge woman's head slowly appeared.

Very beautiful, with eyebrows as far away as daisies, and eyes like apricots. Zhu lips are like blood, white skin and fat.

There is nothing in the facial features that is not exquisite, one more point is surplus, one less point is not beautiful.

However, only the head.

Under the neck, there is nothing! The three thousand green silks scattered all over the sky behind, the head of this beauty is by no means smaller than the ferry, like a person facing the sun. It just makes people feel very strange.

"This is the last **** you're looking for?" She looked deeply at the direction where the two were leaving, and sighed for a long time: "The skin will not leave the hair and the hair will be attached... Well said. ……"

"Then...the underworld is gone, what else is necessary for you and me?"

"You just want to fight to the death, what's the use?"

"If the sun is going to be chaotic, why don't you let it be chaotic? People and ghosts have different paths, do you really think it can be solved by your own efforts? Why do you want to be that feather?"

Slightly shook his head, and the beautiful head sank into the abyss again.

……………………………………

Grandma gently shook the boat, Qin Ye sat on the bow, and the boat sailed very fast. There was a pure black mist in front of him. With every movement of the boat, the water-splitting rod generally splits the dense fog and moves straight ahead.

I don't know how long it took, the front suddenly opened up, the dense fog cleared, and a huge bridge appeared in front of the two of them.

It's a bluestone bridge, wide... I'm afraid it's ten thousand meters away! Long can't see the head at all!

The whole bridge is made of neat bluestone, but it seems to be a few years old, and it is covered with dark scars. Occasionally something like moss crawled out. Telling the traces of time.

People stand in front of them, as small as ants. Qin Ye was so shocked that he looked at the 10,000-meter-long bridge submerged in the thick fog, and took a deep breath: "Is this... the Naihe Bridge?"

Grandma's gaze was extremely complicated, she stopped shaking, and pointed to the bridge head: "A hundred years ago, I was sitting there, scooping out a spoonful of soup for everyone."

Qin Ye followed her finger and pointed at the bridge, there was a huge, broken bronze tripod tripod. It is a hundred meters tall and carved with flowers, birds, insects and snakes on the tripod. Four bronze dragons crawled out of the tripod. The dragon mouth is only half a meter from the ground. Under the tripod, there was an old table of Eight Immortals covered with yellow paper.

The tripod is here, the table is there, and the people are not.

"Legend, Huangquan has a Naihe Bridge. No matter who comes here, you can only call Naihe. In front of Naihe Bridge, there was a ferryman who ferryed Yin Ling onto the bridge on the water of Wangchuan. Mengpotang enters the cycle of reincarnation." Qin Ye watched this scene with some emotion, and muttered: "And after drinking Mengpotang, you will forget all the past. If you want to remember, you must jump down to forget the river. Waiting for a thousand years."

"Ferrying people died, Po Meng came to Yangjian for the first time, and the entire Naihe Bridge was empty. Forgetting the thousands of dead souls on the other side of the river, we can't overtake... Master Meng, what happened to the underworld?"

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Po Meng looked at Qin Ye's expression, and the other party seemed to have expected it. Only the shock of seeing Naihe Bridge with my own eyes.

Qin Ye smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You said earlier that the ferryman sent the ghost to you, and I guessed your identity. After all, the ferryman can only go to one place."

Otherwise, are you really afraid to stand up and resist?

Little master is a **** person! Three days? What happened in three days?

You can stand and die for three days, never live on your knees!

But!

The key lies in this but.

But the concubine can't do it. This powerful backhand can slap himself into a meatloaf. Is it useful to resist?

If not, let's change from strong X to X and X... Xiaoye's response is flawless...