"Ahh

In the Orange Star Grand Conference Hall, someone's scream suddenly sounded.

It was so painful, like the sound of my throat being torn open, extremely terrifying.

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

"Li Shen, what's wrong?"

"Call the doctor, Mother Orange!" Someone hurriedly shouted at the AI.

In this high-level academic conference, artificial intelligence will inevitably record everyone's voice in the conference hall, so that it can be organized into a text file afterwards, which can be read and studied by the people behind it, or find out the academic loopholes of others.

The Orange Mother was monitoring the academic hall at all times, and as soon as the roar sounded, she immediately mobilized the medical robots on standby outside the room to enter.

"Ahh

The feeling of headache and nausea suddenly worsened.

It was as if something was lying on his shoulder, and the number of whispers suddenly increased.

It's like, is there something around that reinforces the headache side effects?

What's that?

Li Shen's eyes widened, and bloodshot pupils filled his pupils, making the world in his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of red.

"Ah, my eyes are bleeding!" Someone shouted.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The medical robot quickly arrived at the location, pulled out a specific dose of syringe from the medicine box, and injected it into the vein of researcher Li Shen.

The liquid of the tranquilizer swirled in Li Shen's veins, and his body trembled, and his mind seemed to be clearer, not so hot.

"Something is wrong, something is wrong...... Li Shen listened to the voice in his ear, he couldn't sleep, his head was very irritable, and he thought that the intensity of the headache attack at this time was very unusual, stronger and more frequent than before.

But in the end, he fell asleep, and the effect of the potion on the human body was real, unless his body became abnormal, otherwise it was still within the scope of human beings.

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

The general policy has been put down, and all that remains is for the subordinates to slowly improve.

The executives of the big conference hall talked about the general direction, and most of the details had to be perfected by the people under them.

Then the big meeting ended when researcher Li Shen suddenly had a headache and screamed, and the orange mother sorted out the content of today's meeting and let the researchers download and browse it.

……

Kemon heard a faint call.

It's a sacrifice from the faithful!

Recently, there have been believers making sacrifices, and the number of sacrifices per day is no longer enough.

After all, Kremon already has a million followers in the game world, and the believers of the original indigenous monsters cannot be counted, because the Black Ghost is not a mathematician, and does not deliberately count how many believers there are, only that there are about a thousand races that have become Cthulhu believers.

As for whether the thousand is a thousand or two thousand, it is not clear.

The black ghost said that the numbers are almost the same after breaking 1,000.

Maybe so, Kemon is noncommittal, not commenting.

Kemon didn't want to accept the sacrifice, but now he is eavesdropping, and accepting the sacrifice only interferes with Kemon's eavesdropping concentration.

There are double-digit requests for sacrificial rituals every day, and just being alive is already a blissful annoyance.

At this time, Kemeng saw Researcher Li Shen screaming, and was given a tranquilizer injection by the medical robot running into the hall.

"This guy ......" Kermon couldn't see the picture because he actively blocked the visual synaesthesia, and only kept the auditory synaesthesia.

Judging by the sound, this guy is in a state of semi-madness, but he is not completely crazy, and his rationality is still there.

"Half-madman, hiss!" Kemon took a deep breath in his heart, something was wrong with this guy.

If Kemeng's memory is correct, this person once heard Liu Siting's crazy whispers.

Kemeng listened carefully, but unfortunately the other party had been given a sedation injection, and no longer made a sound, and there was a gentle sound of sleeping.

"If there is no synaesthesia error, this person has not overcome his inner demons, and he is still under the influence of Liu Siting's chaotic whispers."

Why did everyone else recover, but he didn't.

In the meantime, Kemeng quickly thought of the reason.

Researcher Li Shen should be a person with strong spiritual perception and strong rationality.

People who are not very intelligent have a headache at first, but if they insist on themselves a little, they will survive, because they are not high in gnosis and do not hear much chaotic information.

Li Shen has a high level of spiritual knowledge, and he listens to too much information, causing his headache to be several times more difficult than ordinary people, which can be called hell.

If you don't have a strong heart, you would have collapsed.

Now he hasn't collapsed, and it's possible that he will slowly become stronger in the torture again and again, and he can resist more information.

"This guy is also a bit dangerous, and my auditory voyeurism is at risk of being discovered." Kemon muttered to himself in Lalaie.

At this time, a virtual muttering sounded in my ears again.

At this time, there was no miscellaneous matter, and he happily agreed to the summoner's request for sacrifice, responded to the call, and his consciousness crossed space, time, and limitations to reach the other side.

It was a lost ruin, with boulders and ruined walls, dead grass and vines, and blood-colored monster corpses piling up a road, bright red all the way to the end of the ruins.

At the end of the ruins, an ancient tree that pierced the stone ceiling was located, and under the tree were several players in black robes.

They circled around an ancient waterhole, the candle's glow shaking an eerie green, illuminating the players around it, and the shadows dragging long.

Everyone held their breath and ran down in unison, chanting the name of Cthulhu and saying a sense of fanatical adoration.

"Great Cthulhu, Sleeping God of Lalaye, Ruler of the Old!"

"This is our sacrificial offering, the wig of the strong!"

While it may not be useful to the Great Lord, creative players still decide to sacrifice it.

Becoming a fanatical believer, the faith itself is more distorted and fanatical, and the thinking is not very flexible.

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

Kemon silently stared at the object called the Strongman's Hair, full of question marks.

I'm not bald yet.

However, Kemon thought about it and could throw it to Don King, an A-class member of the bureau.

Tang Jin is an investigator who used to take Director Lei's transformation into a light stick, and later flew into the sky with various special items to forcibly intercept the plane that Deacon Huo of the Shadow Flow Organization was on.

The use of various items caused him to be seriously injured, and he was later closed in a special item water tank to recuperate, and it would take at least a few months before he could get out of the customs.

Kemon vaguely remembered that Don King's hair was bald.

If only the strong man's hair had healing properties, Kemon hoped as he accepted the sacrifice of the believers.

After accepting the sacrifice, Kermon received a wish from his devotees - to become stronger.

They are already level 120, but the monsters are getting harder and harder to fight, they are not strong, and the leveling speed is not fast enough.

Giving them a wave of reinforcement, the believers were satisfied, and Kemon quietly retreated.

After a while, Kemon suddenly saw modern ceilings and incandescent lamps.

The rice balls rolled over, blocking the electric light, and Kemeng looked in a trance.

Finally back.