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

"He went to the inner circle."

It was a cloudy night.

The cold wind whistled with a moist breath.

Huang Ye wrapped his sweater around his waist and followed behind him with narrowed eyes.

The inner circle of the ruins of the rioters is inhabited by wealthy bosses.

The security level is not low.

If this ghost-controlling contract master is really the security guard of a black market boss, just to teach him a lesson.

The whereabouts of my mother and sister may be cut off.

According to the time, they have been missing for about a week.

In addition, only this extraordinary person came to the riot today.

All kinds of unpleasant things made Huang Ye feel irritated.

…

"Damn, I kicked the steel plate."

The man in the vest covered his bleeding thigh, the pain was unbearable.

Loosening his palm, the flesh inside was bloody and the bones were vaguely visible, and warm blood flowed out, making his face pale as paper.

He looked back cautiously, and felt that he had walked far enough and was safe enough, so he leaned against the rough wall, sat down limply, and rubbed off a large piece of moss.

The wound on his leg was not stabbed, but it was like a gunpowder explosion that made him tremble physically and mentally.

He sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

He tore the vest, then bit the wooden handle of the dagger in his mouth, and said dully: "Come!"

As soon as the voice fell, water gushed out from the brick cracks on the ground.

More than a dozen pairs of pale hands climbed up the body of the man in the vest, strangled his hands, legs, and even his neck, and hugged his chest tightly from the back.

When everything was ready, a pair of hands reached into his festering wound.

The next moment, the man in the vest tensed his body and struggled desperately, his expression was hideous with pain, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

But all his actions were strangely restricted.

The intense pain was completely accepted by him without any resistance. When the trickster's hand was stirring, the man in the vest felt that hundreds of years had passed in the human world, and every second was torture.

His eyes were out of focus and his vision was blurred.

When he came to his senses, a slightly bent nail fell on the ground.

The wound had been tightened by the tattered vest to stop the bleeding.

"As for sterilization, there is no condition for it for the time being."

The man, who was already naked, laughed at himself to divert his attention and relieve the pain.

When he stood up again from the ground, he found that less than 30 seconds had passed.

This made the hatred in his heart rise to the same weight as fear.

But when he thought of what happened just now, he was defeated in a flash, and he was also suddenly afraid.

"This kid is really evil."

"He believes in evil gods, but asks me if I am a cultist. It seems that he is not in the organization."

"But his strength is so strong..."

He covered the gray vest stained with blood on his thigh and limped on.

Although he escaped temporarily, he was still uneasy.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. A touch of coolness fell on the man's rough face.

He looked up in astonishment, but saw a drizzle of rain falling from the sky.

"You'd better hurry back to the organization to recuperate. No place is safe now."

"This leg needs to be treated as soon as possible."

"If Weiyi thinks I'm unhealthy and wants to replace me, it will be troublesome."

The man in the vest said sadly.

...

Huang Ye didn't dare to follow too closely, fearing that Weiyi would notice him.

Although he didn't know what the other party was mumbling.

But he followed all the way and noticed something unusual.

"Live in the basement?"

Huang Ye frowned slightly and watched the man in the vest walk into a garage.

The rolling door of the basement was broken and rusty. His limping footsteps echoed leisurely in the empty basement. The air was sour and rotten from not circulating for a long time.

Huang Ye looked around and was more confused. There was not even security.

Such a high-level contract master, a strong man, should not live in such a shabby place.

But his brisk steps showed his inner peace, as if he had returned to the place where he thought he felt the most secure.

Huang Ye raised his mask to his eyebrows.

He held a few thumbtacks in his hand.

Gravity attached to his feet, making his footsteps extremely subtle. If you don't stand next to him, it's hard to hear his footsteps.

Huang Ye followed the lame man and passed by more than a dozen old cars covered with dust.

But the deeper he went, the more violently Huang Ye's heart beat.

It seemed that there was a huge energy deep in the basement.

This energy was cold and strange, revealing an indescribable feeling, which made his spirit slightly painful.

The release of the breath alone was so terrifying that people kept away from it.

The next second, Huang Ye's heart trembled.

He was not unfamiliar with this power. He had felt it from his mother and sister for many years.

It was a strange sense of distortion.

"But why is the strange energy here so huge?"

"It seems that many strange ways are imprisoned..."

After getting a rough idea, Huang Ye's eyes shrank, and he quickened his pace with a solemn expression.

It seems that the family he is looking for is in the basement.

At this moment, the lame man opened an iron door, carefully observed behind him, and found nothing unusual, so he went in with a look of joy of being saved.

The indignant voice was blocked by the iron door, looming:

"Sister Han, I'm back."

"You guessed right."

"That kid is really weird."

"He has caused a lot of trouble, and he is indeed not a fool."

"He is luring us with a plan."

"I'm afraid he is not here with good intentions."

Inside the iron door, there is a simple compartment.

The group stopped playing cards and stared at the man in the vest with serious expressions.

Without exception, they were all extraordinary people.

Or, cultists.

The woman called Sister Han was indifferent to his crying.

She just coldly threw the cards on the table, and her eyes were still fixed on the black and white TVs in front of the table.

The pictures on it were like frozen shots, with mosaics of poor signals flashing occasionally.

"Good man, can you find this place?"

Then, she supported her knees with her hands and stood up.

She walked to the man in the vest and squinted her eyes.

"Sister Han... this is..."

Seeing this, the man in the vest was full of panic, and he really felt the murderous intent in Sister Han's eyes.

"Get out!"

Sister Han grabbed the man in the vest by the neck and smashed him against the iron gate.

With a loud bang, he collapsed like mud.

The other extraordinary people also had indifferent expressions. After throwing away their cards, they stood up, stepped on the body of the man in the vest, and filed out.

In the cramped warehouse, only he was left with shortness of breath and dilated pupils.

Now, he could not raise any anger or confusion.

His desperate eyes stared at the black and white TV in front of him in fear and confusion.

Under the surveillance, a man wearing a mask and a baseball cap walked slowly in the dim garage.

The next second, the masked man raised his forehead slightly.

He also found the surveillance hidden in the blind spot of his vision, but the gloomy eyes seemed not to care about being discovered.

There was a strong murderous intent in it.

He had just felt this feeling from Sister Han.

"Ha uh..."

"Ha uh..."

The man in the vest's eyes became more and more out of focus.

His breathing was as rapid as if he was short of oxygen.

He raised his hand with difficulty and touched his numb neck, and then he realized that his cervical vertebrae were broken, as if he was crushed by a heavy object.

Until the moment of his death, he didn't have time to provide the last information.

The person who came...

is also a believer of destruction, who can control gravity...

Stronger than you...

The man in the vest choked completely, his pupils rolled up, and oozing out the smelly corpse water.

He worked hard for the organization, but ended up like this. His vision began to blur and his breath was sad.

But at the last moment, the corners of his mouth rose slightly in relief.

Sister Han, I'll wait for you on the road ahead...