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

No. 530, suburbs.

A banyan tree appeared in the distance.

The huge treetops, under the lavender moonlight, swayed in the shape of the wind.

"Brother Wei, is that the interview location?"

Two figures cautiously crouched down from the slope and looked at the banyan tree.

In the meantime, a young man with bloodstains on his face.

He whispered: "It looks like no one is there."

Brother Wei is a tall and thin middle-aged man, his cheeks are so thin that he looks unrecognizable, as if he hasn't eaten for a long time.

His jaw is protruding, and his lower lip covers his upper lip.

A standard overbite.

"It's not so easy to enter the door of the ideal country."

"They made such a big noise this time, and the losses are naturally heavy."

"Otherwise, how can we, who are in our twenties, be qualified for the interview."

Sun Fan nodded slightly, but there was a deep murderous intent in his eyes.

He hid it well.

His face remained alert: "So are we going over now?"

Wei Xiaoli shook his head, his eyes alert, looking around for possible hidden targets: "Don't worry, wait and see."

He was also worried whether this was a sting operation by the main city office.

The two of them lay on the slope, motionless.

The chill gradually cooled.

The annoying mosquitoes in summer buzzed in their ears, as if they were rampant laughter.

Sun Fan and the others did not dare to move, until the time for the interview approached, their pupils shrank, and they saw someone walking towards the banyan tree under the moonlight.

"Someone has left."

Sun Fan buried his head deeper and lowered his voice.

"He is here too."

Beside him, Wei Xiaoli's eyes were full of solemnity.

As if he recognized the person who left first.

"Brother Wei, do you know him?"

Sun Fan asked in astonishment.

Wei Xiaoli wanted to proudly say that he knew him, but his inferiority made him sigh slightly: "I can only say that I know him, but he doesn't know me."

After his introduction, Sun Fan also knew the identity of that person.

Cultivation and protection path, level 44, drank and made trouble, killed the bar owner, and defected to 131 cities.

During the escape, he repeatedly committed murder and attacked the sheriff.

Finally, he wandered in the ruins of many places.

Sun Fan squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the short and strong back in front of him.

He had interned in the Criminal Investigation Detachment and was very clear about the classification of cultists.

It is not defined according to the evil god path.

But one's own behavior, if it is sinful enough, can be called a cultist.

"No danger."

"Brother Mo Fan, it's time for us to leave."

The two of them observed carefully, and Brother Wei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw more interviewees walking towards the banyan tree.

Standing up from the slope, patting the dust on his body.

By the way, pinch a few mosquitoes to death.

Sun Fan nodded. Mo Fan was his pseudonym now.

Then, he took out a green-faced, fang-toothed mask from his waist.

It covered the upper half of his face.

"Wearing that thing again."

"Cults today don't pretend to be mysterious."

Brother Wei was also unhappy when he saw this.

This situation was like going to a regular company for an interview, but his friend next to him was wearing a middle school role-playing costume, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"I have parents and children."

"If you want to make a living, you're naturally afraid of bringing trouble to your family."

Sun Fan didn't take off the ghost mask.

He just said it casually.

He put the elastic rope connecting the mask on the back of his head to ensure that it wouldn't fall off easily.

This was a helpless move.

He knew very well that the Eighteen Cities were infiltrated by the Utopia like a sieve.

Even the 70th level of hell could be sent into the city.

It was hard for Sun Fan not to worry that the information of the criminal investigation personnel had been leaked.

Although his sunny temperament was no longer there.

Became gloomy and taciturn.

There were also bloody marks left on his body after the failed transformation into a strange slave.

But he didn't dare to bet that no one would recognize him.

Even if he wouldn't be exposed now, but with more opportunities for contact, and even attending collective meetings, the possibility of being recognized was close to 100%.

Make up for it at that time, and put on the mask in a hurry, it would make people suspicious.

It's better to set a cold personality from the beginning.

"You still have family? That's really strange."

Wei Xiaoli's tone was playful, and he obviously didn't believe it.

He took the lead in walking towards the banyan tree and said earnestly: "In our line of work, you must not be afraid of death..."

Before Wei Xiaoli finished speaking, a terrifying extraordinary breath suddenly broke out under the huge tree.

It made the dust dance wildly and the leaves sway.

In an instant, it grabbed the hearts of all the interviewees fiercely.

A great sense of oppression rose.

Wei Xiaoli's pupils were startled, and he quickly lay back on the slope, his face full of tension.

"Oh my!"

"Is this the strength of the ideal country?"

"The interviewer sent out such a strong person!"

"This extraordinary strength is at least above level 50!"

"It is worthy of being a medium-to-large force!"

Sun Fan's body and mind suddenly stiffened.

Looking at the banyan tree, it is inevitable to feel fear.

This terrifying level is already the top combat power in the eighteen cities.

Now, it is just their interviewer!

He gritted his teeth and held on.

I dare not forget the appearance of my master before his death.

I have always been firm in my belief in revenge, and I have just cleared the idea of ​​retreating.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Sun Fan looked at the tall and thin middle-aged man next to him, who was even more frightened.

Find some comfort in his trembling body.

"Of course I'm not afraid of death!"

"But I don't want to die in vain!"

Wei Xiaoli looked embarrassed, and immediately retorted with a red face and thick neck: "Aren't you afraid of dying in vain?"

Sun Fan's eyes dimmed slightly: "Yes."

But I'm more afraid that the lives of my master and uncle are not worth dying for me.

That Wei Xiaoli also smiled with satisfaction.

The mouth of the earth is about to rise to the sky.

But at this moment, a crisp voice made the two people's faces stern.

The heroic voice came from under the banyan tree.

"Don't hide like mice!"

"All interviewers, roll over here!"

"Hurry up!"

The breath strength of more than 50 levels made everyone tremble with fear.

The cultists who were still hiding did not dare to neglect it, and immediately restrained all their vigilance.

They rushed to move and gathered towards the banyan tree.

And what greeted them would be an assessment with an uncertain future.