Yama Rising

In the open and solemn temple, the tall candles were burning with ghostly fire, and the pale fire light made the temple shine like the day. Outside the temple, there are rows of ancestral warriors with bone masks, animal skin skirts inlaid with bone rings, and armed with spears and shields. Row after row, along the road in the center of the temple, formed a solemn and dignified military array.

In front of the temple, there are ten pale bone trumpets. I don't know what they are made of. Each one is two meters long and stands on several skeleton bison. The bison, chained together, did not move, except for the scarlet ghost fire that twinkled in their eyes, proving that they lived in the underworld.

In the army, a black flag fluttered in the wind, with a ferocious Cobra painted on it. There were at least a thousand people on the scene, but it was as silent as a cemetery. The atmosphere of killing is like an invisible hand holding one's heart. Anyone standing here can't breathe.

"Don't worry, this is the chief of the Holy Spirit. Every soul's life is in the hands of the Holy Spirit. There is no possibility of rebellion. " Babulu stood beside Qin ye and answered with a smile.

Qin Ye nodded quietly. Last night, the diplomats of the black mamba Prefecture informed him to invite the Holy Spirit temple at 9:00 this morning. Unexpectedly, it was such a formal scene to greet him.

Now, ten minutes before nine o'clock, he looked through the dense army to the temple with its closed door behind him. On the massive stone gate, the front relief of Black Mamba, the God of African death, is lifelike, occupying the whole meter high gate. Through this solemn gate, he seemed to see the wise eyes of the old Holy Spirit, the three elders, and the zuwu, who were waiting for each other, but did not lack the standard sitting posture of etiquette.

So far, there is no word except for the company of deputy chief babulu. But in front of all this, already told Qin ye, the Holy Spirit Black Mamba's attitude.

I know it's coming.

I know what to do.

Now that I choose to step back here. That is to convince me - the Holy Spirit and chief who has lived on the African continent for thousands of years.

I will not face it with the attitude of private visit as I did last time. Since we have taken this step, we have to face the negotiation between the local government and the local government.

Please come in here.

Approaching this door representing the God of death in Africa, in history, one of the heads of the Outland prefectures who entered here did not know how many.

I'm going to have a formal meeting with you here.

The clamorous wind and the murderous spirit seem to be telling all this. Qin Ye's face was not happy.

Now that we have come to this stage, it is also the only and best solution. Fear will not work. Inadequate preparation is not the reason. What we have to do is the best.

Even if the heart has been beating wildly, thinking is particularly clear.

This is a moment worth remembering in the history of the new prefectures. It is comparable to the moment when pengqiu was knocked down.

Time goes by, ten minutes later, the ancestral spirit soldiers in front of the temple all blow the horn, whine! The bleak sound of the horn rang through the earth, adding a prestige to the killing.

This is a dialogue between countries.

It's a deal between death and death.

This is a negotiation between the old king and the new rich.

La la la la With the sound of the horn, the temple door slowly opened. A stream of Yin Qi belonging to Yama, the God of death and the Holy Spirit rushed out of the temple like a tsunami, sweeping the field in an instant! In a flash, under the feet of all the chieftains' guards, a pattern of Yin Qi was spread from the end to the end.

It's a snake.

Black Mamba, the African God of death.

This is also Army!

Any negotiation is a process of lightening muscles and exploring. This is also the basic etiquette of negotiation. As the Yin Qi swept through the underworld, all the forbidden troops bent down together. Qin ye also bowed deeply in the direction of the temple.

Brush! A bright red carpet, like a black mamba's snake letter, flew out of the sky and directly spread from the middle of the temple to the Qin night. Babulu stood up, with a solemn but seemingly sincere smile on his face, and made a gesture of invitation to Qin Ye.

Take a deep breath, that majestic wind stimulation of Qin night hair are a root stand up. At the moment, however, he still walked in without hesitation.

As the king of hell, when the underworld is poor and weak, he must Do something.

Just behind him, Kera, the spears of the Yin soldiers on both sides were up and crossed in the air. As he moved on, the sound of the rear clattered. Soon there was a triumphant road of spears.

Qin ye did not look back, firmly, step by step into the temple. Just as soon as he stepped in, the door behind him slammed shut.

At this moment, the whole temple fell into darkness. However, it soon brightened up.

He immediately saw the layout of the temple.

In the center, there is a round table, not the rectangular table before. The stone round table is carved with relief of black mamba on the front. The legs supporting the stone table are also covered with complicated serpentine patterns.

There is no huge serpentine skeleton throne in the last time, nor any arrangement in the temple. There are only ten huge candles, which are held by the main platform wrapped by two snakes, just like a dark night lighthouse. Lonely and penetrating.The place where the candle cannot shine is endless darkness, endless, as if walking in the boundless eternal winter. It seems that the night of dawn will never come. In this suffocating darkness, there was a rustling sound.

A dark scale, like a black gem, occasionally shines in the dark. Tell all the Yin difference, there is a big thing in this top secret outside the round table.

"Welcome, China is in a bad mood." Black Mamba, the Holy Spirit, sat in the first place, not as casual as the last time, but sitting upright. The moment I see it, I feel like facing a huge mountain. The overwhelming pressure seems to be telling the world that it is one of the belongings of the dead on this planet.

The owner of death's rights.

He stood up with his scaly four fingered hands on his abdomen and bowed slightly. Today, it is extremely gorgeous, not only flashy gold ornaments, but also like jadeite, ruby and sapphire, with gold inlaid shoulder and white almost transparent robe. Even with white feathers on a red background.

Funny?

No.

The impact of the folk style, in the Yan Luo level of Yin Qi suppression, only brought dignity.

A distinctive dignity.

This is the official meeting of African gods of death, and none of them is qualified to ridicule.

Beside him, there were three elders, the stars, the sun and the moon. With a skeleton mask and a totem tattoo, the zuwu stands on the other side at the same time. He made a gesture of invitation to the last chair.

Qin Ye clasped hands and bowed deeply. Without saying a word, he sat down in the chair.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. The cold wooden chair, however, feels very hot. Let your blood vessels beat gently.

It was not until he sat here that he felt His fingers, even in the unconscious slightly shaking.

"Don't panic! Never panic In my mind, the calm and nervous army charged against each other. This kind of meeting, which has a sense of ceremony, solemnity and formality, only when you sit up can you know how much pressure there is. But now, there is no way out.

Behind him, he also represents a prefecture.

Even Or once no One of the most important prefectures now!

"Calm down Qin ye, can do Be calm! No one is born. Even the founding fathers of Xinhua were still learning how to establish diplomatic relations with foreign countries. At least others don't know the truth of China's local government! "

After constant self suggestion, the army named calm finally occupied the highland. It's been a minute now. A number of waiters in the shadows have already offered coffee respectfully. Then

Standing between the crevices of a candle like a stone sculpture. It doesn't even hide the long strip shape of the waist bulge.

That's the scabbard.

The Holy Spirit Black Mamba gently held up the coffee cup and sipped it. A kind smile appeared on the snake's head: "Lord Qin, please allow me to express my sincere welcome to your country and your coming again on behalf of the black mamba Prefecture."

Here we go

Qin Yegang's calm heart leaped wildly in an instant. His fingers trembled like cramps. He knocked on the armrest of the chair silently and nodded with a smile and a nod of courtesy: "my official represents Fengdu Prefecture, as well as the second and third Yama. I would like to express my sincere thanks to you."

The other party is asking his identity!

These days, he has understood that his identity can no longer be used as Zhu Ming's son-in-law. Because The valve doesn't do that.

No warlord would make a joke about his own, and it was about the underworld, which had nothing to do with the warlords. Sending Yin errands back to China to get information - it's not necessary to prove this joke. To prove it, it can only be written by the ruling government.

So there's no need to hide it.

Sure enough, the Yin difference of all the black mamba prefectures did not feel any surprise. Black Mamba, the Holy Spirit, pondered for a moment and said, "in view of the unpredictable situation in the Chinese underground government, the Chinese government wants to ask the local government to stand beside China? Why? Because the Russian underground wants to ban surgery? Because of the shadow of the Greek underworld behind the Russian underworld? Qin Fu Jun, I think it's better not to use such inferior provocative tactics. "

"The conversation between the two prefectures should be based on sincerity."

"Allow me to point out three points." Qin Ye's thinking has run to the fastest speed. As soon as the other side's words fell, he said in a deep voice: "first of all, there is no unpredictable situation in China. Or, what do you think is beyond his control while the second generation of Yama is still alive? "

" as far as I know, there are several big families in your country, and Yama does not have a strong grasp of them. For example The smuggling of the Zhuming family to Africa

"Do you mean that China is out of control?"

"Not necessarily?" Black Mamba, the Holy Spirit, leaned on his chair and looked at Qin Ye deeply, as if he could pierce his soul through his body: "regime change often means war. China has been closed to the outside world for a hundred years, and the specific situation has been kept secret. Not necessarily without special circumstances? ""Holy Spirit." Qin Ye's smile also cooled down: "these boring to make people laugh content, please don't presume on yourself, OK? Three thousand years of civil strife in the prefectures? I can't think of any other meaning except to make people laugh

"To borrow a word you just said, the two prefectures should be honest. I do not want to waste time on such meaningless things, nor do I want to waste time on such meaningless things! "