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

In a room full of clutter.

Huang Ye sat on the bed,

looking at Han Shuang who was sitting on the ground in despair, and asked the most concerned question:

"Why do you collect so many weird things?"

Han Shuang was not surprised and answered calmly: "Advanced ceremony."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the student who looked down at her, and felt indignant for no reason.

Bearing the severe pain, she let her back lean against the wardrobe as much as possible, tried to stretch her legs that were bleeding, and raised her head to look at Huang Ye.

Han Shuang didn't know what the meaning of doing this was, but her inner dignity told her that at least this would make her more decent before she died.

Huang Ye didn't pay attention to the resistance hidden in her posture.

Instead, he fell into deep thought.

He had previously speculated that the act of collecting weird things was a necessary ritual.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have buried so many extraordinary people in his own home and taken his family away.

Now that it has been confirmed, his heart sank even more.

Especially when he thought of his missing sister, Huang Ye's brows were irritable.

He still remembered that he had told his sister not to indulge his mother in eating human flesh before leaving home last time.

So she snatched the meat and endured the loss alone?

"What level of advancement ceremony?"

Huang Ye looked at Han Shuang with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

Han Shuang had a little provocation in his eyes and a smile on his lips: "Although I don't know who the leaders are and how many levels they are."

"But it requires a lot of weirdness. In my impression, there are only 70 levels, [weird] paths, hell."

She expected to see panic on Huang Ye's face, but Han Shuang was disappointed. She only saw a deeper solemnity.

Huang Ye asked: "Will it be held in the ruins of the rioters?"

His attitude startled Han Shuang's heart and his pupils trembled slightly.

Han Shuang could see that Huang Ye had no intention of retreating or being timid.

She was silent for a moment: "I don't know."

"I don't know the specific plan, I just follow orders."

Looking at Huang Ye's puzzled eyes, Han Shuang took a deep breath and explained: "But from my observation, so far, there is no trace of layout in the ruins of the rioters."

"The conditions for advancing to hell are not too secret in our industry."

"The more people you need, the better. The ruins of the rioters do not have this feature."

"Unless everyone is driven to one place, but it will inevitably expose the target early and suffer a blow from the righteous forces."

Han Shuang saw Huang Ye, who was thinking, suddenly raised his head in surprise. There was a flash of shock in his eyes, as if he had realized something.

He smiled complacently: "So I guess the ceremony location is in the Eighteen Cities."

Huang Ye stared at Han Shuang's eyes, his heart was agitated.

This news made it difficult for him to digest.

He was indeed planning to snatch his sister back from the hands of the 70-level weird. He thought he was very irrational, but who knew that these cultists were even crazier.

They dared to choose the ceremony location directly in the Contract City.

But if you think about it carefully, it is possible and very likely.

Among the eighteen cities, the principal's level 65 contract master is already among the top masters. The level 68 city lord is the best in the city.

Even if the other level 60+ contract masters are included, they still cannot pose much threat to the level 70 weirdness.

Because what they lack is not just a few levels, but the lag in levels, skills, dimensions and other aspects, which cannot be made up by the number of people.

Even Huang Ye is confident that he can face multiple level 50+ masters like Han Shuang at the same time.

Contract masters are strong in the late stage, and can be called invincible in the same realm, but they can't reach the exaggerated level of cross-level challenge.

Huang Ye exhaled heavily.

He also saw it clearly.

The benefits of this step of the cultists are greater than the risks.

It can even be said that the difficulty of the task is not high.

Even the cultists exposed by Pan Sen's death were just smoke bombs.

To cover up their real plan.

Huang Ye pursed his lips and snorted heavily.

He had never thought that Pan Sen's death would involve such a big thing.

It was linked to each other, making him feel uneasy.

What worried him more were his classmates who were taking the college entrance examination at school.

At this time, Huang Ye had no idea that the Security Court had already made a judgment and had already concluded the accurate ceremony from the torture and clues.

They even sent people to support and made sufficient preparations.

At this moment, Huang Ye was a little glad that he did not rashly kill Han Shuang.

As a cultist, she had been struggling for many years and knew more information than this boarding student.

After a moment, Huang Ye digested the shock.

Shen Ning said: "Where is my sister."

Han Shuang thought for a moment: "Is it the girl with your mother?"

"I don't know."

Looking at the coldness in Huang Ye's eyes, she smiled: "After eating meat, she grew very fast."

"In a few days, she jumped from level 35 to level 37."

"Such an exaggerated improvement speed was noticed by the higher-ups and was taken away in advance."

Outside the window, thunder roared.

The raindrops gradually became denser, as if they had turned into countless hands, beating against the glass windows in a hurry.

It made a rustling sound.

It was as restless as Huang Ye's heart.

He said in a hurried tone: "Where is your headquarters?"

Hearing his slightly aggressive tone, Han Shuang did not dare to be dissatisfied: "I don't know, I am not at a high enough level and have never been to the headquarters."

"Or, they may not have a fixed residence."

"The most likely place is the wilderness outside the ruins of the rioters."

Huang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly.

I also know that this is the truth. He is over level 50, above the middle level, and has reached the level of a small leader.

It doesn’t get to the core.

Otherwise, this organization would be too bad.

He grasped the main contradiction and asked: "Where is the level 70 weirdness?"

Han Shuang was stunned for a moment. Looking at the seriousness in his eyes, she shook her head: "I don't know."

"But I guess it's quite possible in Contract City."

These words made Huang Ye's pupils shrink.

stood up from the bed.

Frowning and pacing.

This possibility is not impossible.

Level 70 is weird and powerful. As long as you hide your aura and avoid the top experts in the contract city, even ordinary extraordinary people will not be able to sense it even if they pass by.

But the only doubt is how these cultists got in?

"Anything else you want to ask?"

Looking at Huang Ye who couldn't get an answer, he sat back on the edge of the bed and Han Shuang spoke calmly.

What attracted Huang Ye's cold gaze.

"If not, please just do it." Han Shuang looked fearless, but he was also worried and nervous about facing death.

"You seem to be looking forward to it."

After Huang Ye was silent, he spoke calmly.

"At least it's better than leaving it to Weiyi." Han Shuang tried his best to stay calm.

She has seen the stench of weird believers.

It uses human despair, pain, and fear as spiritual nourishment and flesh and blood as food.

Every time she sees it, it makes her physically uncomfortable.

Huang Ye said nothing and took out a thumbtack from his beach shorts.

An imperceptible fear flashed through Han Shuang's pupils.

In that cemetery of consciousness, she saw too many team members who were still dying, their heads were blown open, and the ground was covered in red and white.

Although they have no feelings, they are still together day and night.

And I couldn't turn my neck, so I had to watch it forcefully. Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel nauseous.

"I am so cooperative, all I ask is that Quanchu leave."

She gritted her teeth and stubbornly raised her weather-beaten neck, looking directly at the high school student who was several years younger than her.

Huang Ye nodded and did not refuse her request.

He suddenly reached out his hands and grasped the arteries on both sides of her neck, making her unable to breathe.

His face turned red.

Facing the fear of death, Han Shuang inevitably panicked.

The survival instinct made her think of blocking her, but she still suppressed it.

My palms tightly grasped the wooden legs of the wardrobe, resisting the thought of survival.

She was not willing to die, but this was the best outcome.

It is much better than life or death.

Han Shuang knew very well that Huang Ye's mother was a strange believer who loved to eat people alive.

The more you devour the extraordinary, the more you will gain.

And I am over level 50, so I don’t know what kind of long-lasting gluttonous feast it is.

She was afraid that Huang Ye would regret it and leave her to the beautiful woman. Han Shuang could see that the woman was violent and crazy and on the verge of mental disorder.

That kind of ending is hard to accept, but death now is already a relief.

Han Shuang did not dare to have any extravagant hopes and only wanted to die.

Die decently.

"Two minutes..."

"Hold on for two more minutes..."

"It'll be fine..."

Han Shuang's veins were exposed and his neck turned red.

Facial muscles spasmed, twitching the muscles at the corners of the mouth.

Then, his eyes rolled violently, and he felt a sense of suffocation draining his heart.

"Uh... uh..."

She gasped violently many times, her tongue slightly sticking out, tears streaming down her face, and she was in a state of unconsciousness.

A strong survival instinct reaches its peak.

The remaining extraordinary power surged out from inside the body, and the gravity field enveloped the entire room and dispersed in all directions.

The glass windows were shattered and heavy rain rushed into the room.

The wardrobe was dented and clothes were spilled, covering Huang Ye's arms.

The foot of the bed collapsed, causing Huang Ye to tilt.

But despite this, Han Shuang still did not dare to attack. Her clothes covered her vision, and she tried hard to suppress herself and rush to death.

But the next second, fierce oxygen was poured into her nose and throat.

It made her vomit violently, as if she wanted to spit out her lungs.

The clothes on his head that blocked the light were pulled away. Han Shuang fell to the ground, curled up, covered his neck with his hands, and coughed up blood crazily.

"You are very cooperative and useful."

"I need time to verify whether you are lying to me."

After a long pause, she suddenly collapsed when she heard Huang Ye's cold words.

She has told everything, hiding nothing, and she is not willing to let me die.

"Are you the devil!"

Han Shuang's despair reached its peak.

I don’t feel happy at all about surviving temporarily.

Instead, I feel extreme fear that life in the future may be worse than death.

Her eyes were full of anger, and she raised her hands brazenly, wanting to break her own neck with her own hands.

But Huang Ye was faster and dispersed the remaining gravity field in her hand. Han Shuang was dragged into the consciousness space and could not move.

After dealing with Han Shuang's matter, Huang Ye hesitated for a moment, found paper and pen, and stared slightly.

"I got a lot of information today."

"A complete action plan can be developed."

Outside the window, the wind and rain were still swaying.

Huang Ye wrote and began to think about the next plan.