Chapter 138: Physiological and Psychological Changes

"The boss!"

"boss!"

The three of them stood up in surprise.

But Han Shuang didn't have time to ask more questions.

He was thrown out of the conscious space.

She felt dizzy.

When his eyes refocused, Han Shuang noticed that he was currently in an off-road vehicle.

The co-pilot is Huang Ruoying.

In the back row is Huang Ye's body with his eyes closed as if sleeping.

"Buzz——"

Observe the situation in the shortest possible time.

Han Shuang did not hesitate.

Pulling the handbrake off, he stepped on the accelerator pedal.

Go back the way you came.

"Master, you're okay!"

"Let's clear the dishes right now!"

While Luo Youyou was pleasantly surprised, she was even more frightened.

He knew it.

This new leader is a ruthless person who dares to cause trouble in Level 70 Hell.

Now that he appears here, he is still in good condition, which means he has escaped from danger.

Such thick thighs.

You have to perform well.

"You guys also get out."

Huang Ye couldn't help but explain.

Throw them out as well.

There were only a few figures with different postures left in the space.

Mom is still eating.

She tore open the belly, removed the bones and stuffed it inside.

But the capacity is only so large.

As much as she stuffed it in, it fell out, which made her cry in distress.

On the ground, Qiu Wuming lay unable to move.

This is Lin Qiao's subordinate supervisor.

Level 64 path to destruction.

He is also a character who has never had time to deal with him after being pulled into the consciousness space.

There is one more person.

It’s Hell Lin Qiao.

Her location was hidden by thick fog.

It is an area that Han Shuang and others cannot pass.

"It looks disgusting."

Huang Ye came to the dining table.

Watch the leftovers with fat congealed on them.

He frowned in disgust.

It seemed like he was facing something so weird that it was hard to see.

"It tastes so bad?"

He picked up the chopsticks in disbelief.

I picked up a piece of minced pork trotters.

He put it in his mouth and spit it out in disgust.

His brows were furrowed.

This appearance is not as good as my mother’s food...

Suddenly, Huang Ye's head trembled.

His face became stiff and he struggled.

At this moment, he finally realized the physical and psychological changes.

"I have..."

"Can't you eat normal meals?"

Think of this result.

Huang Ye put down his chopsticks with a heavy heart.

Looking at the dishes again, I feel complicated.

It also gives me a different level of experience.

He grabbed a handful of cold dishes without belief.

He stuffed it into his mouth.

Suffering from intense discomfort and nausea.

Swallow it into your body.

But there was strong rejection in the body.

Stomach cramps, dizziness, retching.

Huang Ye covered his mouth.

His eyebrows were condensed.

The instinct to regenerate the body did not dominate his will.

After a moment of patience, I got slight relief.

But he was already sweating profusely.

Allergic itching on the body surface.

Beginning to show symptoms of poisoning.

"Just think of it as having a celebration banquet."

Huang Ye's face was livid and he looked away from the dining table.

He endured the discomfort.

He held a gun in his right hand and a shovel in his left hand.

He walked to Qiu Wuming who was lying on the ground.

All he could see on the other party's haggard face was panic and struggle.

"Have you thought about your last words?"

Huang Ye squatted in front of him.

A shovel with a wooden handle and a silver-white pistol that scrapes away the coating.

Qiu Wuming was filled with despair.

Huang Ye said seriously: "Choose one."

"Uh, I..."

At this moment, Qiu Wuming was surprised to be able to speak.

He immediately expressed his stance: "I choose to live!"

When Huang Ye heard this, he didn't expect this answer.

Immediately, he shook his head regretfully: "As a believer in destruction, you failed."

"Have you forgotten the teachings? Destroy all things, including yourself."

Qiu Wuming immediately argued excitedly: "But I'm not a lunatic like Jin Pin!"

"I want to live!"

"Give me a way out!"

Huang Ye was slightly stunned by these words.

After pondering for a moment, I felt that what the other party said made sense.

"But why should I let you live?"

But Huang Ye chose the pistol for him.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the opponent's forehead.

Let Qiu Wuming's survival instinct reach its peak.

Trembling in body and mind.

"I'm level 63, I'm valuable."

"Your team is weak."

"I have observed that the strongest level 54 is not enough."

"We are of the same level. Even if there is a difference in strength, we can definitely share the pressure with you."

He swallowed, trying to stay calm even at this moment.

Staring at each other nervously.

Huang Ye's face was calm.

No statement was made.

actually.

Qiu Wuming guessed what he was thinking.

Since Huang Ye chose to talk, he did not act immediately.

That shows that he has the need to strengthen his power.

When digging your own grave.

Huang Ye sorted out a lot of ideas.

I also understand that my previous idea was wrong.

The road he will take next will only be difficult.

Being alone alone seemed free and carefree, but Pan Sen's reminder before his death was right. He was still helpless.

There is always a time of exhaustion.

If there is no strong backer.

Then at least have a capable team to share the pressure for you.

Even if you are as strong as a god, you still have to command the gods and build a city-state.

I am far from being strong enough to fight alone.

Moreover.

Level 60 superhumans are really scarce.

In the Eighteen Cities, it is already the top combat power.

In addition, the aura of destruction that the other party can provide is not much greater than that of ordinary superhumans.

But there are many things that can be done.

The most important thing.

Huang Ye now has the addition of a strange way.

Two killing rules.

It gives him a means to strongly control the members of the organization.

The result of defection is only death.

"Is it okay?"

Qiu Wuming spoke again.

His face was tense.

In this dead silence, sweat was pouring down his back.

He couldn't wait to know the result of his trial.

And Huang Ye's next words made him feel as if he had been pardoned.

"Then I can give you a chance."

Huang Ye said calmly, moving the gun pointed at his forehead.

"My name is Huang Ye, did you hear me clearly?"

"I heard you clearly."

Qiu Wuming's heart, which was beating wildly, slowed down slightly, and he was panting.

He knew.

He made the right bet.

If he hadn't seized this fleeting opportunity to survive.

He would definitely be pierced by a bullet.

"Look into my eyes and tell me, what's my name."

Qiu Wuming suddenly tensed up.

Unexpectedly, the new leader would ask for this.

"Huang, Huang Ye..."

But he still subconsciously looked at Huang Ye's cold eyes, hesitating whether he should call the new leader's full name.

But he saw the gun pointed at him again.

He said it with a stiff face.

The next moment.

A lifeline that he couldn't detect.

Spiralled up.

Caught in Huang Ye's hand.

At this moment, Qiu Wuming became a kite being dragged.

Once he let go, he would only fall.

"Get up."

"Let's have a meal."

Huang Ye supported his knees and stood up.

Qiu Wuming was sweating profusely.

He got up from the ground.

He was trembling with fear.

He looked at the leftovers and didn't dare to disobey.

He just grabbed them with both hands and ate them.

His hands were full of sticky oil.

Huang Ye was quite satisfied.

He could actually eat such a disgusting meal.

He smiled.

He dragged the shovel and walked towards the deeper fog.

There, a woman was lying.

This person was Lin Qiao.