I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

The ruins of the rioters, the second floor underground.

There were urgent footsteps.

"Why are you here? Where is Sister Han?"

The three were patrolling nervously, and saw the person coming, it was the woman next to Sister Han.

"I... She asked me to call you back to the monitoring room."

The female team member looked at the team members, as if she had found hope of survival.

The uneasy mood finally calmed down a little.

But she didn't dare to say many grievances in her heart.

But the three people who were patrolling looked at each other with alert faces:

"Are you okay?"

"Why didn't Sister Han call you to come find us?"

"You are lying to us!"

Looking at their scrutinizing eyes, the female team member panicked.

The feeling of powerlessness as a discarded child just now surged into her heart again.

She naturally knew that Sister Han asked her to find her teammates alone, which put her in danger.

Now facing the doubts of her teammates, she burst into tears:

"I didn't lie to you..."

"Sister Han asked you to go back to the monitoring room..."

"Old Ma and Old Tan, something happened..."

The three looked at her collapsed emotions, but they didn't believe it at all.

They have become cultists. It is difficult to improve without blood on their hands.

"Call and ask."

Someone made a suggestion.

The call was quickly made, but no one answered the phone.

This scene made the faces of the people present heavy.

Even the female team member stopped crying, and her pale face was full of fear.

...

[Lowering the volume...]

Huang Ye pressed the volume button, and the phone ringing dropped rapidly.

Let this dull underground garage on the second floor return to peace.

From a distance, Huang Ye heard the sound of running, as if returning to the first floor from other passages.

It seems that they realized that Han Shuang might have encountered an accident and wanted to rush to support.

Huang Ye had no intention of contacting for the time being. The most urgent thing was to confirm the location of his family.

Retracting his gaze, Huang Ye followed the green light of the "safe passage" and walked to the third floor underground.

Blocking in front of him was a heavy iron door and two strong men.

"Who are you!"

"Who let you in? Where's Sister Han?"

"Say your password!"

The two were alert, and bronze faith appeared behind them.

It seemed that if they answered incorrectly, they would attack at any time.

Huang Ye felt the level of the other party, all of them were elites of about level 45.

Let them guard the door here, it can be seen that the other party attaches great importance to weirdness.

"Puff! Puff!"

But Huang Ye had no desire to chat, two thumbtacks popped out, and the suppression of level 60 destruction was not something they could resist at all.

Just the moment they saw Huang Ye, their foreheads were pierced, and red and white mixed, splashing on the wall behind them.

"Buzz——"

Take the key from the guard, Huang Ye threw the bodies of the two into the consciousness space, intending to use them as nutrients for Myrtle.

Then, he turned the heavy iron door open, and the moment he pushed the door, the evil wind blew in his face, as if it could pierce the brain nerves and make his mind chaotic.

Huang Ye narrowed his eyes, slowed down for a moment, and then walked in.

On the third floor of this underground garage, all the people gathered were [Weird] believers.

Among them, 80% were alive.

They were covered with wounds, their hands and feet were tied with chains, and a thick layer of dried blood was spread on the ground.

Their lips were pale and they were dying.

They looked at the masked man who walked in numbly and viciously.

"You will regret it!"

"Damn villains, I will never associate with you!"

"Come on, I'm level 49, kill me, let me become completely weird, then we can fight to the death!"

Some weird believers shouted excitedly.

But no matter how they struggled, they were too weak to move the [Weird] God Plate.

They could only look depressed, like a dog that had lost its home.

Yes, [Weird] believers have two forms, before and after death.

Before death, they can use the God's Wheel like many believers.

And the way of practice is to create terror, panic, despair to others, and finally ravage them to death.

And in this process, they devote everything they have to the evil god, so that they can obtain illusory and strange abilities.

As long as they reach level 10, they can have a second life.

Once they die, they will exist as undead. Some retain their flesh and blood, while others become ghosts. The common point between the two is that they abandon the god plate, abandon themselves, and move towards the great terror of no master, or are captured by the contract master.

The strange body will also have an abnormal desire for human flesh and blood due to physiological changes, but if they eat too much, they will lose themselves, just like taking drugs.

"Please, let me out."

"Give me a meal, I've been hungry for many days."

"Let me be a full ghost, okay, I can give you all the money."

"I'm honest, I cooperate..."

But more strange believers are weak.

Pale and thin.

It seems that in order to restrict them, these cultists not only break their hands and feet, but also limit the supply of food.

They don't even worry that they will starve to death.

"What's the purpose of imprisoning so many weird believers?"

"Even if they become ghosts, they don't care."

"For high-level weird, are there any advanced rituals in this regard?"

Huang Ye frowned and retracted his gaze.

There was no sympathy for their miserable situation.

Their way of cultivation made Huang Ye disdain from the bottom of his heart.

Although they are both believers of the evil god, Huang Ye naturally does not shy away from killing people, but he rarely tortures people, and he will not enjoy torturing people.

Huang Ye looked around, eagerly looking for a familiar figure.

After walking to the end, he saw a dead soul in a white nightgown.

His hair was disheveled and his soul was weak.

He buried his head in his knees, sobbing faintly.

The woman heard the footsteps and raised her head in surprise, her eyes full of bloodshot.

She saw a masked man standing in front of her, and her face was immediately excited. She waved her hands and feet with blood marks, trying to contact the "cultist" who tortured her.

But that action was without any malice, more like a plea:

"I beg you, let me go."

"I am willing to agree to anything you want, I just want to see my son for the last time."

"After seeing him, I will eat human flesh, you can do whatever you want to me."

"He is about to take the college entrance examination, I want to pick him up at home, can I?"

The mother choked and reached out to grab the last hope of escape.

Her face was excited, but she was suppressing her madness.

Huang Ye's heart trembled, and he couldn't bear to see the pleading in her eyes, so he turned his head away.

Huang Ye noticed that in front of the other weirds, there were corpses, some half-eaten, or multiple skeletons. Most of the weirds had crazy eyes, looking at him greedily, as if they were obsessed with the fresh flesh and blood on his body.

Huang Ye knew that they had lost themselves and became completely terrifying.

He was not surprised by the cultists' behavior of raising weirds, but he didn't know why they did this.

But perhaps, someone knew.

"Mom, it's me."

Huang Ye simply calmed down, took off his baseball cap, and pulled the mask to his chin, with a gentle tone.

This voice made his mother look startled.

When she carefully confirmed it, the faint soul also shed illusory tears.

"My dear son, you are here."

"Wow, I listened to you and didn't eat meat."

"I still remember you clearly."

"Don't be angry with your mother..."

The mother covered her face and cried, with relief in her tone, and more of pride in her restraint in eating meat.

But soon, she seemed to realize something.

She stretched out her hands and tried to push Huang Ye away, her face panicked:

"No, you can't come here."

"They are so fierce, you should leave quickly, I'm afraid I can't protect you."

"I'm satisfied to see you once."

"Don't worry about your mother, and don't delay your studies."

"I'm fine..."

Before she finished her words, Huang Ye grabbed her wrist, and the strong level suppression limited her struggle.

"They won't come."

"Mom, believe me, your son is very strong."

Huang Ye saw the guilt in his mother's eyes and forced a smile.

Until his mother calmed down, he carefully touched the chains on her hands and feet.

As soon as he touched it, a strong stimulation reversed through his palm, causing Huang Ye's extraordinary power to slow down, accompanied by severe stinging pain.

He could feel that his hands seemed to be burned by boiling water.

Huang Ye had no expression, but just silently untied them all, his eyes gradually coldly looking at the four empty chains beside his mother, piled up on several corpses.

As if asking casually: "Where is my sister?"