Full-level evil god airborne paranormal live broadcast [unlimited]

Wang Bin wanted to escape, but his legs seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move an inch.

Whispers suddenly sounded in his ears, but Wang Bin couldn't hear what those voices said at all.

But when he concentrated on listening, his attention was always drawn invisible, and his consciousness began to slacken. Even the firmness he had honed through life and death on the battlefield could not resist the terrifying gazes and confused voices.

The only thing Wang Bin knew was that these voices didn't really sound, they were more like hidden deep in his brain, activated by that gaze.

Just when Wang Bin thought that he was about to melt into a liquid and finally disappear into the black sea, he suddenly discovered that he knew the meaning conveyed by those voices.

They want him to become a follower of this black sea, and pay a price heavier than his life as the price of not betraying.

After Wang Bin realized the content of those whispers, his thinking became much clearer, and he was able to soberly decide whether to agree to the request of those voices.

Cthulhu.

Wang Bin didn't dare to raise his head to meet that eye again. The legends he had heard and the cultists he had dealt with came to his mind.

He knows how crazy those believers in evil gods are.

Belief in evil gods is a road of no return.

If he made a promise here, he would be chained for the rest of his life.

From body to soul, you can never break free.

"I would like to be your believer."

There was fear and pain in Wang Bin's voice, but there was no regret.

After he finished speaking, the darkness dispersed like a tide, and when he opened his eyes again, the tea in the teacup was still boiling hot.

"Major General Wang, are you okay?" The tattooed man held his arm, "You passed out just now."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"Less than five seconds," said the tattooed man.

"You go out first." Wang Bin said to him.

"But—" the tattooed man said worriedly.

"Get out, this is an order." Wang Bin's tone became serious.

"Yes!" The tattooed man walked out straight and closed the door.

"I didn't expect you to be a believer of evil gods." Wang Bin looked at Zhu Yi, the creepy and strange atmosphere in the black sea still permeated his heart tightly. He didn't think that the god he had dedicated his life to serve was a Righteousness.

"You can say that." Zhu Yi replied with a smile.

He is indeed his own believer, Wang Bin is right.

"It seems that you have seen God."

"Yes, it will be an experience I will never forget."

"I thought you would refuse. The unknown existence you believe in may be more terrifying than the ghosts." Zhu Yi said, "If you want to betray, you will know what it is like to be punished by God, which is more painful than life."

"That would be great." Wang Bin smiled bleakly, "If the power of the God of Virtue and Rate is strong enough to expel the ghosts, it doesn't matter if I offer my soul."

"Have courage." Zhu Yi lazily patted his paws, "Since you have become the God's Blessed One, I can tell you the information that Yue Qingqing told me alone."

"I'm all ears." Wang Bin naturally changed his address, and his original superior attitude disappeared.

Zhu Yi told Wang Bin about Yue Qingqing's deduction, and also told him about Luofu's plans.After hearing this, Wang Bin was struck by lightning, and his face was so ugly that he just crawled out of the ground.

"It turns out that the general direction we guessed is correct, but who would have thought that the White Walkers would train high-level anchors as containers." He said in a deep voice, "Of the five legendary masters, I don't know how many have been fused by the White Walkers... ..."

Wang Bin suddenly felt darkness in front of him.One of the goals of the organization's operations is to draw high-level anchors into the organization to form a special force to fight against the White Walkers.

Zhu Yi's words gave him a blow to the head. If even the top anchors are controlled by the ghosts, they have no chance of winning at all.

If it was changed before, he might lose his fighting spirit.But today, just now, he became a follower of an evil god.

Wang Bin has never been so lucky now. Apart from the organization, there is a stronger existence behind him.

"Zhu Yi, I can cooperate with you in what you want to do next." Wang Bin paused, "But the premise is that innocent people cannot be hurt."

Wang Bin has seen bloody sacrifices by cultists, but he still has some fear and worry about the church behind Zhu Yi.

"The God of Virtue and Honesty is the God of Compassion." Zhu Yi smiled and said, "You can do what I want you to do by yourself."

"Say it." Wang Bin heaved a sigh of relief.

"I need you to contact the superior people who can affect the dissolution of the agreement, to test their true attitude towards the ghosts, and give me the list of these people." Zhu Yi said.

"I see." Wang Bin said, "I will start as soon as possible and give you the basic list first. As for their attitude, I need to inquire in batches, otherwise it will arouse suspicion."

"Very good." Zhu Yi nodded.

The appearance of Wang Bin solved the problem that he was unable to have a direct dialogue with the superiors at this stage, and it would be more perfect to do this matter as Wang Bin.

"But—" Wang Bin looked at him hesitantly.

"You can say it anyway."

"After the agreement is terminated, the illusion of peace maintained now will be broken." Wang Bin said, "Not everyone can see that long-term. Ordinary people always think about their own one-acre three-point land."

"I think the power of the convention is not only generated from that piece of paper, but from the approval of the people." Wang Bin said, "Even if our plan is successful and high-level officials tore up the convention, the past 20 years have taken root in people's hearts. The convention cannot be simply destroyed."

"I will let the Zhenderu Church solve this part of the problem." Zhu Yi smiled, "Isn't it just a change of belief, we will let people believe in the existence of the God of Zhendesu, and give them the confidence to fight against the ghosts."

"If they all saw that piece...then they really have to believe it," Wang Bin said.

"Major General Wang, not everyone can see the black sea." Zhu Yi said softly, "There is a difference between believers and worshipers."

Wang Bin broke out in a cold sweat in his gentle voice, he knew that he was completely watched by the evil god, and that he could not escape the other's gaze with every move, and even the thoughts in his heart would be exposed.

He absolutely cannot betray, God does not allow it.

Wang Bin was silent for a while and said, "Maybe I can also use a concealed method to make some of the superior people who are useful to us believe in the God of True Virtue and Rate."

Zhu Yi laughed out loud. Unexpectedly, Wang Bin knew the person behind the back: "If you need, I can provide assistance."

Zhu Yi's words hit his chest, Wang Bin nodded quickly.

"But before you decide who to preach to, make sure that he is trustworthy, because if God finds out that he is lying, he will meet death early." Zhu Yi added.

Wang Bin was shocked again when he heard the words, and once again expressed his determination and loyalty to Zhu Yi.

Zhu Yi accepted it as soon as he saw it, and after exchanging contact information with Wang Bin, he said goodbye to Wang Bin on the grounds that he wanted to bury Yue Qingqing's clothes.

Upon hearing this, Wang Bin asked Zhu Yi to show him the piece of cloth.

He brushed the cloth with his fingertips and whispered, "Let her sleep well."

Zhu Yi put the cloth away again and left the boat.

He re-boarded another ship arranged by Wang Bin.Most of the passengers on this ship, they rarely come to the beautiful South China Sea, chatting and having fun in a happy mood.

If such a peaceful life is suddenly broken, maybe no one wants it.

At this moment, a little boy recognized Zhu Yi, and took his mother's hand to walk in front of Zhu Yi.

"Brother Zhu Yi, hello!" The little boy looked at him innocently, his big eyes full of admiration.

"Hello." Zhu Yi patted his head.

"Brother Zhu Yi, I like watching your live broadcast very much." The little boy said, "You are so handsome! You can beat eight people by yourself!"

"You are so young, why do you want to watch the live broadcast?" Zhu Yi asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Of course I'm not afraid!" The little boy puffed up his chest, "My dream is to become a powerful anchor like you!"

Before he finished speaking, the woman next to him scolded sharply: "What nonsense are you talking about!! Bah, bah, bah!!! You will never be an anchor for the rest of your life!"

The little boy burst into tears when he heard the words, and the sound alarmed many people nearby.

A series of unfriendly eyes focused on the mother and son. The mother looked around in embarrassment, but she couldn't persuade the little boy.

"It is very difficult to become an anchor, and your chances are very small." Zhu Yi said.

The little boy's mother gave him a grateful look, but the little boy cried louder when he heard this.

"However, it's not like there's no chance." Zhu Yi said, "First of all, the anchor can't cry—"

Hearing this, the little boy stopped crying immediately, covered his mouth and stared at Zhu Yi, sobbing, for fear of missing a word.

"Secondly, you need to complete 20 push-ups, run [-] kilometers, [-] leapfrogs, [-] belly crunches, [-]... just stick to this for [-] years."

Zhu Yi said a lot, and the little boy was dumbfounded. In the end, he only memorized a thousand push-ups.

"If you can't finish it, you can't be an anchor." Zhu Yi said, "Your mother has already remembered it. If she forgets, let her tell you."

The little boy's mother thanked Zhu Yi, took the little boy's hand and returned to his seat.The little boy couldn't fulfill Zhu Yi's request. Even if the little boy persisted, even if one day her child really became a sacrifice, she would still have the ability to live longer in the live broadcast.

The ship soon arrived at the small island where Zhenyuan Village is located. Unlike the prosperous inland, this place has the simplicity and comfort of a seaside town.

Zhenyuan Village is more primitive than the small island port. It is difficult for people who are used to living in big cities to adapt to this backward small village, but Zhu Yi feels the long-lost natural atmosphere.

This kind of breath spread throughout the world in the distant past, and with the increase of human beings, it became less and less.

There were very few people in the small village, and most of them were gray-haired old people. After seeing Zhu Yi, they looked at him curiously.

These old people are not the audience of the platform, so they can't recognize who he is at all.

Zhu Yi wandered around the village, finally found a small sunny slope, and dug a hole with a small shovel brought along from the farm.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You are Zhu Yi, right? I watched the live broadcast of you and Qing Qing."

It was a gray-haired old woman who was speaking. She was hunched over with a cane, looking at the piece of cloth in Zhu Yi's hand, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"She's a good girl."

The old grandma began to chatter about Yue Qingqing's past, her childhood when she took care of the family alone, her sister who died of illness, how considerate she was, and the sad smile she had when she left on the day she became a sacrifice.

"Qing Qing looks mature, but in her heart, she is very innocent." The old lady said, "Although her wish is very naive, I believe she comes from the heart."

The old lady suddenly grabbed Zhu Yi's hand and said, "You said you would help her realize her wish, right?"

Zhu Yi nodded.

"I believe you can do it, because Qing Qing also believes." The old woman said.

Of Yue Qingqing's three wishes, Zhu Yi has already fulfilled two of them for her. The old lady only said the last one, which seemed like nonsense.

--save the world.

It seems that not all ordinary people are willing to immerse themselves in false calm.

Zhu Yi buried Yue Qingqing's tomb and returned to the city that never sleeps.Since he spent a few days in the South China Sea by the way, when he returned, Zhende led the church branch to complete the trial operation.

The branch was rented not far from the administrative center of the central area. Baijiu and Lonely couldn't find such a perfect site at first, but one of the believers made a connection and let them get this land.

On the day of the official operation, all the believers who were free came.Believers crowded the entire street and even caused traffic jams.

Zhu Yi, as a senior member of the church and a living signboard, was arranged by Bai Jiu to stand at the door and shake hands with the believers who came to pray.

One morning passed, and Zhu Yi was about to go on strike when suddenly there was a hand full of scars and calluses with a long sleeve in front of him.

Zhu Yi raised his head, only to see Qianhai showing him a fox-like smile.

After hanging out for a few days, I finally couldn't wait to find it.

Zhu Yi commented in his heart.