After a while, Kemon took it upon himself to clean up the monsters of the evil and chaotic camp.

The sacrifices left behind by the evil chaos camp were also chaotic and evil, full of evil meanings, and Kemon did not accept them.

One sacrifice was over, and another sacrifice came.

Kemon began a busy career of hospitality, carefully examining the sacrifices of each group of believers.

If it's too strong, refuse to get rid of it.

Too weak, acceptable.

During this time, it is inevitable to receive some strange offerings.

Kemon quietly woke up and returned to a strange room.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Kemeng didn't react at first, and it wasn't until the rice balls rolled that Kemeng remembered that he had moved.

In order to avoid a recurrence of events similar to volcanic rocks, Kemon has taken up residence in a special field.

Looking back at the floor, there were several objects standing there, exuding a distinctive aura, which were the objects of sacrifice for the faithful.

"I'll see what I have today." Kemon muttered to himself and moved out of the big-faced cat.

Tang Yuan glanced at the big-faced cat.

Fifteen seconds later.

A few strange pieces of knowledge have been added to my mind.

"Mask of the Dragon King"

"This is the dough left by the molting of the Dragon King of the other world, and then the human skin master made a hard mask, covering the face will blend into the face, and it will have a miraculous effect when the mouth is crooked."

"Crooked Mouth: Attract the hatred of three or five sapient beings for no reason, and demand that they must see the Dragon King's mask wearer's crooked mouth."

"No matter what form you see the dragon king's crooked mouth, it will take effect when you see it."

"Remaining uses: 10."

Kemeng picked up the dragon king's mask, and the skin was yellow, and it had a kind of steel texture, which was very hard.

The mask itself also exudes a strong sense of mockery, and even without wearing a mask, Kemon feels a strong sense of ridicule and wants to break the mask.

"This prop is kind of interesting." Kemon resisted the idea of breaking the mask.

There is no reason to pull hatred, this is what a meat shield player should do.

Although Kemon is resistant, such items clearly have better users.

Kemon looked at the golden retriever in the house.

Tang Yuan snorted, with a hint of doubt and hesitation in his voice.

I always feel that the master's gaze is full of that kind of gaze.

You're here again!

Tang Yuan came to his senses, immediately got out of the door, and went on patrol.

"Quite alert." Kemon muttered, placing the Dragonlord mask in his scarf.

The next item.

"Spectator's Melon"

"Born from the people who eat melons, eating this melon, you can gain the ability to be a bystander."

"Spectator: Outside of the transcendent object, the sense of existence is reduced to the freezing point, it is difficult for hostile malice to lock on to the bystander, and entering the void will not be affected, and personal items also enjoy the influence of the bystander's ability."

"Number of uses: 1."

"This thing is amazing, entering the void will not be affected, a necessary artifact for time and space travel." Kemon looked at a small melon seed in his hand.

The melon seed is small, but when you put it to your mouth, it seems to have the function of adaptively getting bigger, and suddenly it becomes the size of a thumb.

Kemon opened the window and let the rice balls roll back.

Tang Yuan was reluctant, but he rolled back.

Kemeng didn't plan to let it eat, just wanted to see how big the melon seeds were.

Hand the melon seeds to the mouth of the rice ball, which is one millimeter before the fluffy hair.

The size of the melon seeds automatically doubles in size.

Tang Yuan comprehended Kemeng's meaning by reading his eyes, and his head became huge, turning into a super big mouth, and the dog's head was pressed against the wall.

Because the mouth has become larger, the melon seeds have also become larger, increasing in volume tenfold, so that it is a little heavy.

Tang Yuan drooled, but Kemeng put the melon seeds into his scarf.

"What do you want, go on patrol." Kemon waved his hand and dispersed the dog.

Tang Yuan whimpered and jumped down from the window.

There is only one melon seed, and it is impossible to eat the rice balls, and it can only be used in times of crisis.

Then there were other items, Kemeng checked a few, and there was no big problem, but it didn't have much effect to stay around, and after going out, he handed them over directly to Luo Yuan, who was also sleeping in the community.

"Is this your product today? That's a lot. Luo Yuan was shocked, there was almost no production yesterday.

"Yes, I didn't come occasionally, and suddenly there were a few more." Kemon deliberately steered the conversation, suggesting, "It may have something to do with my state. ”

What Kemon wanted to imply was that he could control whether there were any items or not today, and he didn't say the word sacrifice.

Luo Yuan nodded, everyone who understands understands.

"So you can control the number of items you create each day?"

"It's not precise enough to say that because it's a vague feeling, it's hard to control, and I can only hint at myself." Kemon still didn't tell all the secrets, and he didn't plan to say anything about the sacrifice.

"It's good, then you go to sleep in other places in the future, you can try to control the birth rate of your items, if you don't sleep in a special field, the birth frequency of items should not be too high." Luo Yuan put the items into the storage props, and handed them over to the bureau for testing later.

He knew that there must be some items on Kemon's body, and the bureau would not ask about every item, and wait until the other party wanted to announce it.

After a while, Kemon returned to the Whale City branch office to check how many people Shadow Stream had assassinated during the Koi Island disaster.

The statistics have already reached Whale City, and there are a total of five hundred and sixty-seven investigators who have been assassinated by Shadow Stream.

There are more than 800 members of the Shadow Stream captured by the Shadow Stream, and nine out of ten are rookie members.

"These people are all outcasts, they will be discarded when they are used, and they will not hesitate at all." Kemon muttered.

The people of the shadow stream are ruthless, and their own people can be abandoned at any time.

This is the ugly face of illegal organizations, never believing how good their discipline is.

The other party is backed by the support of a hidden existence.,Will accept inexplicable whispers from time to time.。

Under the influence of that kind of babbling, it is not surprising that strange abilities are learned, and the mind is distorted.

"I want to go against them, Luo Yuan, what do you think?" Kemon said.

Back in Whale City, Kemon finds himself seemingly short of anything to do.

The people of the shadow stream are so arrogant, Kemeng wants to take the initiative and scold these people.

"Our director plans to let you teach at the special university of Whale City and teach you about spirituality, synaesthesia, and the like." Luo Yuan suggested.

"Isn't there a Shadow Deacon who was photographed in the Internet café with a straight face, and our Cyber Divine Beast is also monitoring him throughout the whole process, so we can sneak over and assassinate him." Kemon has a murderous intent towards Shadowstream.

Avenge his compatriots, Kemon did have this idea.

However, there is another reason, that is, in his dream, Kemon found that the boss behind the shadow stream seems to be secretly in contact with someone in Bluestar.

Although that connection was cut off by Kemon's prying eyes, Kemon still had reason to believe that the Shadow Stream was plotting an even more terrifying global event.

If they are not contained, I am afraid that the whole world will be affected.