Yama Rising

Qin Ye’s actions caused him to fall to the ground. Meanwhile, Choi Tae-min’s face at the bow of the vessel immediately scanned the entire group of living dead once more. At once, he unleashed a terrifying shriek, and countless chains formed out of Yin energy burst forth from his lips in all directions.

Just like now.

Why?

No, it wasn’t of its own volition. In that instant, Qin Ye sensed an incredibly unsettling aura sweep across the vicinity, forcefully suppressing the riotous actions of the MV Sewol.

Just then, another silhouette suddenly appeared atop the bow of the vessel.

His collar was down, and he wore a striking leather hat over his head. That said, his facial features were clearly visible at a glance. But as soon as Qin Ye did, he immediately cursed under his breath.

There was once a couple who adopted him who were both famous professors at a well-known university. During that time, he took advantage of the resources they had access to and read through various books in their library. Incidentally, this man’s portrait was featured on one of the covers of these books he had read.

How good was he, you ask?

In other words, it wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that he had single-handedly influenced the entire course of World War 2!

There was the head of a woman that was growing right out of his back!

“What’s this--...” Qin Ye froze for a moment, and then soon recalled something else that was noteworthy.

It was a confluence of such coincidences that one couldn’t help but think that Fate had something to do with it.

By coincidence, the Nipponese army detected a signal from the house in which Richard lived, and that led to the arrest of Hanako Ishii. From there, they would go on to locate a lighter that Hanako Ishii had previously removed from a drawer when she was smoking in Richard’s room just a few days ago. What’s more, this had only happened because she had taken it out and forgotten to put it back into the drawer. Instead, she left it in the pocket of her coat.

In November 1944, the King of Spies was finally sentenced to death by the Nipponese army. The Yin spirit attached to his back would undoubtedly have to be Hanako Ishii.

Shit…

The concealment of appearances and camouflage of Yin energy was completely useless in the face of such experts! What they picked up was other cues and signals that only experts would know about!

“Tsk…” Qin Ye sighed softly. He couldn’t help but get the urge to give himself a few tight slaps across the cheeks - What’s going on? How can you still think of pushing on with the plan? Who knows where the King of Spies features in this grand scheme that the Russian Underworld has come up with?

Is this merely because of man’s inclination towards taking risks?

“I must be going crazy…” Qin Ye massaged his throbbing temples and muttered back under his breath, “By all means possible, stay away from that man.”

We’re just 300 meters away. Once we pile into the hull of the vessel, everything should be alright…

Back on the bow. “What’s going on?” Richard frowned as he asked with fluent English.

“Earlier, I thought I saw a delicious snack. But in the blink of an eye, he vanished…”

Richard squinted his eyes and calmly swept a gaze across the sea of living dead that were swarming all around them. Seconds later, he waved his hand. At once, a male shadowy silhouette dressed in ancient Daeian garments immediately drifted over, “I await your command.”

“After the meeting with Hell, His Excellency suddenly lost track of their Emissaries. Thus, he’s rushing back to Gyeonggi Province at top speed.”

Seconds later, he silently fished out a goose feather quill from his pocket.

They were worshipping the god of death!

“Get down!” As soon as the goose feather quill appeared, Qin Ye’s voice immediately boomed in his companion’s ears. The living dead were all on their knees within moments. Fortunately, his reminder came swiftly enough, and Oda Nobutada and Wang Chenghao were both able to react just in time to blend in to the crowd.

This was… the arrival of the god of death!

Even Qin Ye couldn’t stop his heart from palpitating with fear.

A split second later, countless eyes emerged from a rift in the darkness, and they began to slowly scan the living dead that were kneeling on the ground.

Everyone knew exactly what would happen if their cover was blown right here.

“Nothing?” The ghost ship asked.

“Kill him!!” The woman whose head emerged from the back of his neck screamed at the top of her voice. Meanwhile, the trenchcoat behind him fluttered wildly, almost as though another person were going to emerge from within. A faint silhouette of a woman appeared on the back of his trenchcoat.

The ghost ship sighed softly, “Where is he?”

“Instincts…” The ghost ship snorted.

“So, what do we do now?”

“The KGB never fails!”

Beneath the vessel. Qin Ye finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The negotiations have fallen through, and both sides will soon be playing the cards hidden up their sleeves. I wonder how many more hidden powers we’re going to see emerge from the shadows as we take on this journey straight into the heart of the Gonjiam Asylum?

Meanwhile, the trio were paddling desperately on a frail little boat out in the roaring sea of the living dead, in danger of capsizing at the slightest misstep. Unfortunately for them, their voyage was only just beginning.

1. The story told here is somewhat different from the account on Wiki, so take it with a pinch of salt.