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

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

The Ye Weimin slave who floated with the ocean currents said what he knew:

"The more people are fooled, the stronger the level is, and the higher the feedback after advancement will be."

"But I can't imagine how he will provoke."

"After all, this is the base camp of the Sea Dragon King."

"There are more than 80 levels, and even 90 levels."

"This is the confidence they want to establish the main city."

Huang Ye heard this, his face condensed.

His tone was slightly aggressive: "Then you still want me to deal with the Sea Dragon King?!"

Nowadays, he can barely defeat a level 70.

Thinking of the 80-level fooled dead soul attached to his father, it is even more stressful.

I can't think of a way to break the situation.

Only by improving strength can I have the confidence to compete.

But this old man actually wants him to deal with a large force of level 80 or even level 90.

He really dares to say this!

"The Sea Dragon King is different."

Ye Weimin's cunning slave urgently explained: "They mainly use weird ways."

"What they want is the despair and fear of the whole city."

"There are also clear regulations that do not allow the end of level 80."

"So, the top strength wandering in the city is 70 to 79."

"You and I can cooperate and harvest."

Huang Ye's tone became colder: "Do you believe the words of the cultists?"

"How many times have you fulfilled your promises?"

"When did you become so naive!"

The other party's words forced Ye Weimin's face full of bitterness.

It deeply hurt his reason.

But there was no reason to refute.

As soon as he entered the city gate, he saw the cunning of the Sea Dragon King.

It is said to be the new home of the cultists, but before entering the house, you must first bear the blood debt.

Public propaganda has deceived too many lambs.

Even Ye Weimin began to worry, is the other party's explicit regulations really effective?

Or is it that the pigs are not fattened and the piggy bank is not full.

I didn't kill him.

"I lost my mind."

Guinu's voice was trembling, and his heart was cold.

"You are really unreliable."

"No wonder the one who fooled the believers put a curse on you."

"If it were me, I would have to lock you up."

Huang Ye impatiently took the phone away from his ear: "Wait for my news."

After that, he hung up the phone.

"Beep beep--"

Ye Weimin was not angry but happy when he heard the hang-up sound.

At least, he didn't hear Huang Ye's direct rejection.

It means there is still a chance for cooperation.

"I'll wait for you."

"Don't let me down."

Guinu held the phone tightly, his heart was stern.

Then he turned his head, and his pale pupils looked at the outline of the city rising from the sea level.

There was a murderous intent in it.

Then.

Ye Weimin's identity began to leak like a leaking balloon.

His appearance also became distorted and uneasy.

Finally, it turned into a flexible human skin.

Preserving extraordinary fluctuations, waiting for someone to come.

The feature phone in his hand was stuffed into the leather case to block the wet sea water.

Floating and sinking with the breeze and the waves.

…

"Boom boom boom——"

The roar of the car engine roared on the mountain road.

Startled the birds roosting at night.

An hour later.

The car arrived at the ruins of No. 499, a hundred kilometers away.

"Boss."

"We're about to pass by your hometown."

"Do you want to go back and take a look?"

The vehicle rolled from the dirt road to the cracked concrete road.

The crazy bumps of the car body were also greatly relieved.

Han Shuang glanced at the rearview mirror and asked caringly.

"Then go back and take a look."

Huang Ye hesitated, but still did not stop his subconscious thoughts.

He moved his butt and sat next to the window.

He opened the car window and put his right hand on it, letting the cool evening breeze pour into the car, stirring his hair and eyelashes.

"Okay."

Han Shuang's eyebrows curved, and the car turned and drove into Xingfu Street.

The road was lined with collapsed houses.

The steel bars underneath seemed to have been knocked away with a hammer.

Huang Ye looked at the ruins calmly.

He knew that these were the broken walls and eaves left after the fight between Ye Weimin and Li Hongyi.

"Boss, this..."

Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of the old basketball court.

But Han Shuang murmured in shock.

The six-story Ping'an Community, far away from the battlefield, was directly torn apart.

It was like a broken body, and its shape was gone.

Huang Ye looked at it indifferently.

When he returned to Yushou No. 3 Middle School to accept the scholarship, he heard Chen Zhiqing's arrangement.

He knew that it was his subordinates who blew up his hometown.

In order to cut off his thoughts of coming back.

"If you want to protect me, don't go to dangerous places."

"But I am dangerous myself."

Huang Ye retracted his gaze towards the ruins of his hometown.

He slowly rolled up the car window.

Under the light smile, there was loneliness and determination.

"Boss, don't you want to get off the car and take a look?"

Han Shuang turned around and asked in shock.

"No need, I can't get back to my hometown."

Huang Ye shook his head and rejected her proposal.

"Then let's go back to Eighteen Cities now?"

Han Shuang was furious. He even dared to blow up the home of the future God of Destruction.

It was so bold.

Huang Ye looked at Han Shuang with a smile: "No, I can't go back to Eighteen Cities either."

The latter's pupils trembled when he heard this.

Seems to have guessed Huang Ye's future decision.

She clenched the steering wheel slightly with both hands.

Then, she turned around again and said seriously: "Boss, where you go, I go."

"As long as I am alive, there will always be people on the epitaph."

Huang Ye laughed dumbly.

He felt inexplicably at peace.

He slowly closed his eyes: "Don't put flags on me, I will be alive."

Han Shuang smiled heartily.

But he still cares about the next destination.

It's impossible to hold a silent memorial service in front of the boss's ruined old house.

"Then where are we going now?"

Huang Ye thought about it, opened his eyes and asked: "Do you know, the Dragon King of the Sea?"

...

In a small town a hundred kilometers away from the island city.

Weird beliefs flourish.

Now it is the sphere of influence of the Dragon King of the Sea.

Anyone can predict it.

This town will become extremely important in the future because of the Dragon King of the Sea.

Therefore.

Many people who know that they are not capable enough stayed in this town to find some work.

It also siphoned the surrounding ruins of the rioters and gathered them.

The population was also expanding rapidly.

It reached a huge number of 300,000 people.

And this city was also named by the Sea Dragon King - Guizhong Town.

On the outskirts of Guizhong Town.

In a simple bungalow.

Arrangements were being made in full swing.

It was said that the daughter-in-law of the old Xu family was about to give birth.

"Did you see it?"

"Xiao Xu's wife is really charming."

"I don't know what kind of luck he has to marry such a beautiful wife. Why doesn't my Er Gou have this blessing!"

"That woman, is she a prostitute? Do you think she will agree to sleep with me if I pay her? Haha."

"Just now I took a look, it was really weird, Xiao Xu is pale and thin, but his wife is radiant, it seems that she is really greedy."

"Aunt Lin, why don't you talk to her for me? I am strong and healthy, so I can do it."

"Stop talking nonsense, I am about to give birth, do some good deeds."

"The whole city believes in the strange god, what good deeds do I need?"

"Is it not good enough to do good deeds?"

Outside the closed building, there are expectant eyes.

They all want to lie on the windowsill to witness the birthing scene and enjoy their eyes.

But they are surrounded by newspapers and cloth.

Only obscene laughter can be heard.

Inside the house, however, there was a dead silence.

Everyone was pale and terrified, having never seen such a scene before.

The child was born.

But he did not cry.

He was hidden in the egg liquid the size of a head.

A human figure could be vaguely seen.