Yama Rising - 738

Too tempting…

All the middle-aged and elderly people who are tempting to the scene want to sign up… They know very well that this is a meeting where the prefecture will divide the cake, and the first group of Chinese military leaders will take the stage in this battle.

“Don’t think too well.” The old man Yin Ling first came back to his senses: “Don’t forget, it’s a cold weapon war now. There must be casualties in the face of Yin Ling. We old arms and legs, we don’t want to pool this. It’s lively.”

Unlike him, these special issues have caused widespread sensation among the younger generation.

“Battle of Unification?! Can we participate in the battle to unify the whole country?!” “Sign up! Must sign up! I’ve longed for this kind of golden life and iron horse!” “As long as there is one chance…Danger? I don’t Don’t you think you’ve seen this name? Zhao Zilong! Listen carefully!” “With the leadership of these big bosses, there must be casualties, but I don’t think it will be me!”

Conscription begins in a week…

A pair of fiery eyes all looked at the Lijing Palace Building. This is a once-in-a-lifetime stage. If there is a bit of blood, but if it is qualified, no one wants to stay out of it!

Of course Qin Ye didn’t know.

This set of combo boxing greatly inspired the hearts of the local people. However, he still has equally important things to do.

In the conference room on the fifth floor of the Palace of Mirrors, he was in the main seat, Di listened, Zhao Yun was on his side, and the first underneath was Shang Yang, surrounded by Yang Jian’s main provincial and ministerial officials. At the same time, their gazes fell on the one-foot-high document in the center. And these documents are unfolding in the void in a yin manner.

The spirit of everyone is a little tired, and now it has been two months since the 17th Carnival Shopping Festival. In the past two months, they spent their nights and sleeps and held meetings here every day. This is how they have this stack of documents.

“Then, let’s vote.” Qin Ye sighed and rubbed his swollen eyes: “What we should think about is the same situation as Yang Jian. We have Yang Jian legal staff. The unique situation of Yin Si, General Zhao He Di Ting has also made a supplement. It may not be perfect, but it is the best we can do so far. We will check for omissions in the future and make corrections when we find problems.”

No one speaks. Wang Chenghao stood up and said solemnly: “If you agree to the establishment of the first prefecture code, please raise your hand.”

Swipe, all the representatives present here raised their hands.

This is a masterpiece that they participated in together. They spent too much energy, and no one would disagree.

“Twenty-eight votes in total, passed unanimously.”

Qin Ye stood up and clapped his hands: “Then, this official officially announced that the first underworld law, the Yinsi Constitution, was established.”

“It covers forty-two aspects of humanities, people’s livelihood, art, military, etc., strictly limiting the gray area. Everyone… It’s a hard work.” He bowed, straightened up, and said solemnly: “But I have one last sentence. add.”

“The Yinsi has no official status.” His gaze swept across everyone’s faces, and he said word by word: “The law must not be blasphemy!”

“Different from the yang, the Yinsi is the rule of law! The specific situation will be analyzed in detail. But if it is a typical violation, who dares to cover… the official dare to let him go to accompany the Yatengu!”

All the Yin Ling nodded solemnly. Qin Ye looked at Shang Yang, who was heading down: “Soon, the First Court of the Prefectural Government will be formed, and Mr. Shang Yang will be the president. At the same time, this court will be named as Martingale Court. Everyone, comrades who are involved in revising and compiling laws. , Will be at the door of the court, there will be sculptures of all of you, which will be passed on to future generations forever!”

Shang Yang jumped wildly with excitement! Directly ignite one foot high!

“Thank you Qin Yanwang!!!” He wanted to kneel as soon as his legs were soft, but recently he has adapted to the usual practice of not kneeling, and his voice is hoarse: “Martingale will live up to the burden, and I will do my best.

As a descendant of the Fajia, his greatest wish is to apply the law to the country. And now… did it!

His name, his appearance, and his sculptures will always be circulated at the gate of the court! And he himself is the Dean of the High Court of the Prefectural Government who represents the highest order of the court!

If Wu Daozi, Li Chun, and Zu Chongzhi knew about this, they would probably go crazy…No, you have to tell them later…

Others nodded their heads and applauded excitedly. The sculpture at the gate of the National High Court, which represents the highest order of the law…This kind of honor…If it weren’t for the first time of the prefecture, how could it be encountered?

Qin Ye nodded. He also had his own reasons for using Shang Yang. He was a harsh person, but it depended on how to use it. Moreover, he was giving a signal to the whole government that Shang Yang would enforce the law and he would do what he said.

Don’t think it’s the same as Yang Jian, you can pass by with a little money.

Underworld, this is the last fair.

“I also invite Master Qin to write an inscription for the High Court.” Shang Yang said sincerely after calming down his excitement.

Qin Ye thought for a while, waved his finger, and a couplet appeared in the air.

The dark room is depressed, and there is a god who raises his head three feet.

God’s eyes are like electricity, not afraid of others and knowing oneself.

“Okay, I will confirm the selection of candidates for the High Court as soon as possible, and also invite Master Qin Xu Weichen to select himself!”

“That’s it.” Qin Ye said with a smile. Zhao Yun suddenly said: “Actually, Mr. Shang doesn’t need to worry. The high court will just go as planned. Even if the inevitability is in place, it is currently impossible to form.”

“why?”

Zhao Yun pondered: “The judge’s pen.”

“The three artifacts of the underworld, only the book of life and death is currently returned. Yan Luoyin can return to the position in the next unified battle. And the judge’s pen…for all the sins after the Lord’s death, the Yinling will be judged to return and where to be sentenced. Dao Difu, that reincarnation. Once the judge’s pen returns, the Department of Sentences, the Picket House, the East and West Factory and other corresponding buildings can be’unlocked’. I’m afraid Mr. Shang will have to wait.”

Shang Yang was stunned, and then sighed: “I was too excited to forget this. But… if I remember correctly, as long as the two artifacts are collected, it will automatically indicate where the last artifact is?”

“Yes.” Zhao Yun turned around and bowed respectfully to Qin Ye: “The united campaign is imperative! Please also the King of Yan to leave the army as soon as possible! Return my Dahua Country House to peace soon!”

“Almost…” Qin Ye smiled and looked at the lobby: “At most one year later…traveling on a business trip, leisurely retreat, these eight words will resound through the mainland of China again!”

“I want to see it, demons, demons, who would dare to be presumptuous in the sun by then!”

……………………………………

Yenching, night.

This is an ordinary building with a strong 90s style, with yellowed tiles on the walls and a red roof. Located in a remote location. There are only eight floors, but there are more than a dozen buildings connected into a large area. And what doesn’t match the appearance is the vast parking lot around it.

The word vast can be used, because…the parking lot alone is 10,000 meters long, and the parking lot is full. If it were not for the outskirts of Yanjing City, it would be impossible to find such a location.

Moreover, the license plates here are available in all provinces. People are constantly coming in and out, even now at nine o’clock in the evening, it is brightly lit. There are people from all over the world. White, black, Japanese, Korean, Malay…

Because there is an old wooden sign hanging on the door of this building with a few big golden characters written on it.

Headquarters of the Special Investigation Office of China.

“Sir, is it my turn yet?” A yellow man said in fluent Mandarin, “I have been waiting for three hours…”

“Sorry.” An investigator wearing a tunic suit looked at the book: “There are three other ambassadors in front of you. According to the level of spirituality, your affairs are classified as C-level, and the previous ones are C+-level delegates.”

At this moment, the automation door opened, but it was immediately closed without attracting anyone’s attention.

Except for Director Lei.

His office is very large, with dozens of surveillance screens in front. As soon as the door opened, he stopped the pen in a daze, and looked at one of them in a daze.

Just at the gate, countless Yin Qi poured in, a figure that seemed to be made of Yin Qi, slowly walked out of it, passed through the bodies of a living person, and rushed straight up.

This is… He squinted his eyes for two seconds, then picked up the phone: “Let the people around the office leave first… There is no reason, this is an order.”

Putting down the phone, he stood up, took out a cup of tea from the cabinet next to him, soaked two cups of fragrant tea, and waited quietly.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes later… the door suddenly opened without wind, and then gently closed. Yin Qi condensed, and Qin Ye walked out like a human, nodding slightly: “Director Lei, this is the first time we meet.”

“Actually it’s not the first time. We’ve seen Dama Qunshan once. But you didn’t notice me.” Lei Jun stood up calmly and stretched out his hand: “Director of Special Investigation Department, Lei Jun, high-ranking man.”

“Qin Ye.”

After sitting down, Qin Ye took a cup of tea and took a sip: “Good tea.”

“Specially distributed tea, take some with you if you like.” Lei Jun squeezed the lid of the teacup, but did not drink it. He just flicked it gently and looked at Qin Ye deeply: “Florence Qin is coming late at night…what’s the matter?”

Qin Ye put down the tea cup and leaned comfortably on the chair: “Within five years, the disaster is over.”

Lei Jun’s eyes lit up suddenly.

His heart was beating violently. I don’t know if it was a coincidence. Every time the Yin Division communicates with the Yang, Qin Ye comes forward. He seems to be the spokesperson of Yinsi. And Yang Jian…every time I look forward to this sentence.

Now…I finally said it!

Five years… In the last five years, this long-lasting spiritual disaster, every day and night, the horror of countless people sleeping in embrace and hug, finally… is about to see its end.

He no longer wants to count how many investigators have been sacrificed, let alone look at the files of casualties of ordinary people in the database. Just staring at Qin Ye with scorching eyes: “The underground palace… made up your mind?”

“It’s the time.” Qin Ye looked at the past without evasiveness: “The general trend is mine. The underworld has issued a conscription order today. After one year of training, soldiers will be sent across the country. Within five years, the lost ground will definitely be regained!”

“What do we need to do?”

“Support.” Qin Ye said solemnly: “I spoke with a certain high-level person in Yangjian. I once told him that the underworld needs a negotiation. We are now able to regain control of the country, but we may not be able to stop the Yin Ling from returning. Escape to the sun. The territory needs the city as the node of control, and the city needs to be built. The underworld is now two big cities, and there is no ability to build!”

“We need the cooperation of the sun, if you want the spiritual disaster not to appear again.”

“Is this a threat?”

“No, it’s a win-win cooperation. There is no separation of yin and yang. I believe you have thoroughly understood it.” Qin Ye leaned on the chair, raised Erlang’s legs, and said quietly: “Give us enough support, you don’t need to send a soldier. , I will let you see… how the real Yin Soldier ended this spiritual disaster.”

Lei Jun took a deep breath.

He stood up, pacing around the table, his tongue was dry with flames burning in his chest.

He understands… the spiritual disaster is over, and the good days of the Special Investigation Office have come to an end, and will be hidden again. Those investigators will hide their cultivation base and distribute them to various provinces and cities as ordinary military police.

But…what’s the point compared to the stability of the country?

Are there any eggs under the covering? What is home if the country does not exist?

“time?”