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

The night was hazy.

The drunk pedestrians chatted and walked into the room with red lights on.

Huang Ye leaned on the bar of the milk tea shop.

Drinking lemonade.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

"Can he be trusted?"

Han Shuang inserted the straw awkwardly.

In the past, she always drank from the bottle with her subordinates.

This was the first time she had milk tea in more than 20 years.

After taking a sip, she raised the plastic milk tea bottle and frowned to observe.

Can it be drunk if it is so sour?

"At least for now, the possibility of deceiving me is very small."

Huang Ye spit out the lemon seeds and walked into the narrow street.

There were bright neon lights all around.

On people's faces, colorful colors were reflected.

Then Ye Weimin didn't need to take such a big detour to mess with him.

So the credibility is still very high.

"So where should we go for the interview?"

Han Shuang lowered her voice.

She is still very experienced in bringing younger brothers.

And she is also strong enough to convince others.

She was relieved when she thought that she would soon be able to restore the glory of Sister Han's name.

In front of this monster boss, she, who has good talent, often feels inferior and under great pressure.

Huang Ye stopped.

Looking back at the restaurant he came from, he frowned slightly.

To be honest, the location here is not good.

Now that he has confirmed that he has reached an alliance with Ye Weimin for the time being.

There is no need to be so cautious.

"Choose a place with few people."

The two wandered aimlessly and came to the outskirts of the town.

There are many dilapidated houses here, and even homeless people don't look down on them.

The most conspicuous thing is a banyan tree that two people can hug by the dirt road.

There are also several dried corpses hanging on the tree.

It seems that they were hanged.

The wind blew, making the leaves flutter, and the corpses sway with it.

"Let's go here, the location is good."

Huang Ye slurped up the milk tea and threw the bottle on the side of the road.

The wet bottle was covered with dust.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message, informing the iconic location of the banyan tree.

"Okay, the interviewer will arrive at your location within an hour."

After Ye Weimin replied, he seemed to be in a good mood.

He provided him with some information: "The several corpses on the tree are all above level 50."

"They are defectors from the ideal country. Ask your family if they want to eat bacon."

"I'll remind you first that it tastes very dry."

Huang Ye smiled lightly when he saw the message.

He raised his head again, flicked his fingers to pop out the thumbtacks, and cut off the ropes hanging the dried corpses.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Is there a problem?"

Han Shuang was also solemn.

He looked around vigilantly.

"Nothing."

"Food for Myrtle."

Huang Ye also observed the surroundings. After noticing no gazes, he took advantage of the night to send the nearest corpse into the consciousness space.

This feeling of finding useful items everywhere.

It's still quite satisfying.

This made him feel a little more cheerful when he came to Town No. 530.

These words also made Han Shuang's eyes slightly brighter.

In her eyes, the corpse of the extraordinary person is now a great treasure.

It is strongly related to her advancement ceremony.

Even if there is no terrifying effect in this regard, the feeling of clearing the body's stubborn diseases after eating it makes her linger.

It is a rare delicacy she has ever eaten.

"I'll move it!"

Han Shuang was very active and easily dragged the corpse to Huang Ye.

Looking at Huang Ye expectantly, taking away all the corpses, he also showed the joy of a good harvest.

"Boss, do you think the advancement ceremony of the evil god is correct?"

The two stood under the banyan tree, listening to the white noise of the swaying leaves, which was very gentle and pleasant.

The breeze was even more pleasant, removing Han Shuang's fear in the evening.

When Ye Weimin was explaining, she was also on the scene.

She heard the entire advancement ceremony of the 70-level evil god.

She was very confused and always felt that something was strange.

"I'm not sure either."

Huang Ye took out a gun, which was Chen Yilin's relic.

Blowing the warm evening breeze, he gently used a dagger to scrape off the unique barcode on the left side of the gun.

Every sheriff is equipped with a gun.

Through the barcode, the corresponding gun holder can be found.

As long as it is scratched off, the unique mark will be gone.

To be honest, he didn't know whether what Ye Weimin said was right.

After all, the title of the fierce god is too huge.

He dared to call himself a god at level 70, and his exclusive skills were probably also extremely exaggerated.

But he didn't have better information to prove it.

After all, he was a boarding student, and many extraordinary things were quite unfamiliar to him.

And the reminder on the tombstone had not been updated.

It made him a little distressed.

In Ye Weimin's narration, the advancement ceremony of the fierce god was very unique.

Not only did it not require reaching level 70, but it also did not need to offend public anger and massacre the city.

But it only required level 60 advancement to start.

According to Ye Weimin, the advanced ritual only requires destroying the believers and observing the expressions and reactions of the creatures when they die.

He also revealed that if the dead creature is closely related to oneself, the effect will be even better.

"It is not even necessary to observe the scene when humans die."

"As long as you feel the destruction from your life?"

"Closely related to yourself..."

Huang Ye narrowed his eyes in doubt and blew away the coating dust scraped off the gun body.

If the level 60 advancement ceremony is to destroy human nature.

Then the level 70 is to dilute one's own emotions?

Moreover, the better the relationship, the higher the progress bar will be.

Huang Ye thought about it.

Indistinctly, he felt that the answer should be close to the truth.

Then, Huang Ye's eyes fell on the cold barrel of the gun in his hand.

At the beginning, he did watch Chen Yilin die.

It's a pity that I didn't succeed in the level 60 advancement at that time.

So it can't be counted.

"But he and I are also related."

"Just not that deep."

Despite this, Huang Ye was also stunned.

This situation is completely a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

If there is no reminder from Ye Weimin, I am afraid that the speed of his advancement will be extended by years.

Even if he racked his brains, he didn't know how to proceed.

Unlike the level 60 gravedigger, if you kill more, you can enter the next stage.

"It seems that the further you go, the more difficult and obscure the advancement is, and the explosion is increasing."

"If there is no experience of exploration and summary by predecessors over the years."

"I think many people will get stuck at the level."

"This is also the importance of intelligence."

Huang Ye sighed slightly, stroking the barrel with his palm to wipe off the mud.

The logo on it was completely scraped off.

There was an abrupt layer of silver on the black gun body.

I think that is the original color of the Contract City pistol.

Looking at the color on it, Huang Ye frowned slightly.

The scraping action that just stopped was carried out again.

He always felt that the silver-white color looked better.

It should not be obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Han Shuang looked at Huang Ye's head-down scraping action.

It was also a little bored.

She took a step and observed the surrounding environment.

One hour, fast or not.

Indistinctly, you can see that there are more than a dozen people coming from all directions.

The extraordinary fluctuations on them were strong and weak.

What made Han Shuang's vigilance slightly relaxed was that the strongest of these people was only in the forties.

They should be cultists who came for an interview.

"Boss, someone is coming."

Han Shuang returned to Huang Ye and did not rashly express his judgment.

Just then, he saw that the latter was blowing the pistol that was exposed to silver-white metallic color, and the dust particles were scattered.

"I know, you go to see it first."

Huang Ye said calmly.

The evening breeze blew his hair, fluttering slowly.

He removed the magazine and pressed the homemade bullets given by the black market boss into the magazine one by one.

"Okay."

Han Shuang's expression returned to seriousness.

He pulled the mask that was pulled to his chin when drinking milk tea back to the bridge of his nose to cover his face.

The extraordinary breath of level 54 poured out in an instant, causing a frightened sound from afar.

The huge banyan tree crown above their heads swayed with joyful sounds.

Huang Ye smiled.

He was also thinking:

"What should I call my organization?"