Chapter 318

"Ah

Orange star large conference hall, suddenly someone's cry.

It's so painful. It's like the sound of the throat being ripped. It's terrifying.

All the old men, young bulls with outstanding academic achievements, all turned their heads and looked at the sweating researchers on their seats.

"Li Shen, what's the matter?"

"Call the doctor, orange mother!" Someone shouts to AI in a hurry.

In this high-level academic discussion conference, artificial intelligence must record everyone's voice in the conference hall, so that it can be sorted into text files after the event, so that the people behind can read and learn, or find out other people's academic loopholes.

Orange mother is always monitoring the academic hall. As soon as she roars, she immediately mobilizes the medical robot waiting outside the room to enter.

"Ah -" Li Shen covered his head and felt that he heard an incredible voice.

That kind of headache, disgusting feeling, suddenly increased.

His body seemed to have something lying on his shoulder, and the number of whispers suddenly increased.

It's like, what's around that enhances the headache side effects?

What is that?

Li Shen opened his eyes, blood covered his pupils, so that the world in his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of crimson.

"Oh, my eyes are bleeding!" Someone cried.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The medical robot quickly arrived at the position, drew a specific dose of syringe from the medicine box, and put it into the vein of researcher Li Shen.

The fluid of tranquilizer swam in Li Shen's vein. His body trembled, and his mind seemed to be sober, not so hot.

"It's not right, it's not right..." At this time, Li's head was more intense than that of his ears, which was more intense than that of his ears.

But in the end he fell asleep, and the effect of the Potion on the human body was real, and unless his body became abnormal, it was still in the human category.

After Li Shen closed his eyes and fell asleep, everyone's interest in talking became lower.

The general policy has been set down, and the rest is to let the subordinates improve slowly.

The high-level people in the large conference hall are talking about the general direction, and most of the detailed work still needs to be improved by the people under their hands.

After that, the meeting ended when researcher Li Shen suddenly had a headache and yelled. Chen Mu sorted out the contents of today's meeting and let the researchers download and view it.

……

On Carmen's side, a vague call was heard.

It's a sacrifice from believers!

Recently, there have been believers offering sacrifices, and the daily number of sacrifices has been unable to handle.

After all, kemon already has millions of believers in the game world, while the believers of native aboriginal monsters can't be counted. Because the Black Ghost is not a mathematician, he doesn't count the number of believers. He only knows that there are about a thousand ethnic groups who have become followers of kesulu.

It is not clear whether thousands are thousands or two thousand.

The Black Ghost shows that the numbers are almost the same after breaking through a thousand.

Maybe it is. Kemon did not comment.

Kemon didn't want to accept sacrifice, but now he is eavesdropping. Accepting sacrifice interferes with kemon's eavesdropping concentration.

There are double-digit requests for sacrifice every day, and living alone is a happy worry.

At this time, kemon saw researcher Li Shen crying out and was given a tranquilizer injection by the medical robot running into the hall.

"This guy..." Kemon can't see the picture because he actively blocks visual synaesthesia and only retains auditory synaesthesia.

Judging from his voice, this guy is in a state of semi madness, but he is not totally crazy. His rationality still exists.

"Half mad man, hiss!" Carmen took a breath in his heart. There was something wrong with this guy.

If kemon's memory is correct, this person has heard Liu siting's crazy whisper.

Kemon listened carefully. Unfortunately, the other side had been given a tranquilizer injection. There was no sound any more. There was a soft sound of deep sleep.

"If there is no synaesthesia wrong, this person has not overcome the heart demon, is still in the influence of Liu siting's confused whisper."

Why did everyone else recover and he didn't.

The reason for all this was soon thought of by kemon.

Researcher Li Shen should be a man with strong spiritual consciousness and strong rationality.

People who are not high in gnosis have pain in their brains at first, but if they stick to themselves a little bit, they will survive because they don't get much information about chaos.

Li Shen is highly intelligent and has heard too much information. His headache is several times more difficult than ordinary people, which can be called hell level.

Without a strong heart, people would have collapsed.

Now he has not collapsed, it is possible that in the torture time and again, he will gradually become stronger and be able to resist more information.

"This guy is a bit dangerous, too. My auditory peeping is at risk of being detected." KMON muttered to himself in laayre.At this time, there was a virtual Muran in my ear.

At this time, Ke always had no other chores. He readily agreed to the request of the summoner for sacrifice and responded to the call. His consciousness crossed space and time and reached the other shore.

It was a lost relic, with boulders, broken walls, withered plants and vines, bloody monsters, and corpses piled up a road, bright red to the end of the ruins.

At the end of the ruins, an ancient tree with a pierced stone ceiling stands there. Under the tree are several players in black robes.

They revolve around an ancient pool, and the flame of the candle shakes into a strange green, illuminating the players around it, and dragging the shadow long.

All of them held their breath and ran down in unison. They drank the name of kesulu. Their words were full of fanatical worship.

"O great kesulu, the sleeping God of lalaier, the ruler of the old days!"

"This is our sacrifice, the wig of the strong!"

Although it may not work for the great Lord, creative players still decide to sacrifice.

To become a fanatical believer, the belief itself is distorted and fanatical, and the thinking is not very flexible.

Giving good things to the great Lord is, in their view, a basic operation.

KMON looked silently at the object called the strong man's hair, full of question marks.

I'm not bald yet.

However, kemon thought for a moment, he could throw it to Tang Jin, a member of the Bureau.

Tang Jin was an investigator who used to use director Lei's light wand to fly into the sky with various special items to forcibly intercept the plane of director Huo of the shadow flow organization.

The use of a variety of items, so that he was seriously injured, and later in the special items tank closed convalescence, at least a few months later to get out of the customs.

Kemon vaguely remembers that Tang Jin's hair was bald.

If only this strong man's hair had healing function. While hoping, kemon accepted the sacrifice of believers.

After receiving the sacrifice, kemon received the wish of the believers to be strong.

They have 120 level, but the monster is more and more difficult to fight, not strong enough, training speed is not fast enough.

After giving them a wave of reinforcement, the believers were satisfied, and kemon quietly withdrew.

After a while, kemon suddenly saw modern ceiling, incandescent lamp.

The dumpling rolled over and blocked the electric light, and kemon was in a trance.

Finally back.

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