After Huang Ping finished her brain-opening thoughts, Chao Mei on the other end of the headset was silent for a long time, until Huang Ping thought the line was broken and kept feeding, and Chao Mei sighed and said, "Miss Jia Yue, I probably won't be able to go out again." “

"Why? I've been trying to figure out how to do it, don't give up. “

"I feel like my body is getting worse and worse, and it's hard to lift my arms right now. After I gave birth yesterday, I fell asleep, but what I didn't expect was that my deflated belly slowly bulged again today. “

Huang Ping's brows furrowed, and there was anger in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, "These damn guys, why don't they have any humanity at all?" “

"I saw with my own eyes the dead women around me being dragged away one by one, and they were probably not the first time they had given birth, because they were already lying here when I came, and I think they wanted to squeeze the last bit of life out of each woman. Ahem. “

Huang Ping could only try his best to comfort her at the moment, after all, it was difficult to say whether he could survive safely, and how to save another poor woman.

"Chaomei, you must persevere, I will definitely think of a way. I promise I'll never leave you alone! “

Asami smiled faintly, and her tone seemed to have regained her calmness, "Death is not a big deal, it's just that you go from one world to another and start a reincarnation again, if you think about it like this, you won't feel sad." And your situation is not much better than mine, with your qualifications, I am afraid that you will be forced by them to participate in some divine envoy selection. The chosen girls were not optimistic either, and they kept carrying the bodies back from the next door, and I kept counting them quietly, as if six of the twelve had died. “

With such a high mortality rate, it is no wonder that they perform the ritual of selecting oracles so frequently, and it seems that it is not easy to increase the number of oracles.

After listening to Chaomei's words, Huang Ping was really a little desperate, he didn't answer, but kept asking himself if there was a way to escape.

Asami coughed a few more times, "I don't know if I can survive the second production yet, but as long as I am still conscious, for you, there is still a little use value." Remember when I told you that my abilities weren't completely sealed? “

"Yes."

"Once you've been pulled up to the altar for the Oracle's selection ceremony, remember to call me before then."

Huang Ping's voice couldn't help but become urgent, "Asami, what are you going to do?" Don't give up on yourself. I also have hole cards, so let's figure it out together. “

But Asami didn't answer her, just said "I'm tired", and then completely fell silent and ignored Huangping's shouts.

Huangping sat on the hay in a daze, her thoughts were in a mess, and she had a relationship with what happened to Chaomei. In fact, she is the same, all she can do is wait for the enemy, and the end may be worse than that of the United States.

The hole in the ceiling had not been blocked for a long time, so Huang Ping did not feel that the strength in his body had recovered substantially, perhaps because he had breathed this gas for too long, and his body would not be able to alleviate the damage caused by the toxicity for a while and a half.

All she could do now was wait, and she hoped that the black robe would give her a little more time.

Without the interference of hypnotic gas, Huang Ping's consciousness has been very clear, although he can't feel what year it is when he is underground, but Huang Ping doesn't dare to sleep at ease no matter what, who knows what will happen when he wakes up.

Therefore, Huang Ping has been closing her eyes and recuperating, until there is a faint sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the cell, she opened her eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of fate, the day of the selection of the divine envoy has finally arrived.

Sure enough, when the black robe opened the door, he was followed closely by several bald believers as usual, their faces as gloomy as ever.

"Miss Jiayue, it seems that you are recovering well."

"Thank you for your concern, where are we going next?"

"Naturally, it's an altar. God has high hopes for you, and has commissioned an oracle to attend the selection ceremony in person. “

"It looks like I'm really honored." Huang Ping said calmly.

"Well, then, let's go." There was no expression on the black-robed face, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

Huang Ping was a little embarrassed, "You know this, I just changed my gender, and I'm not familiar with this body yet, I want to go to the toilet first, can you wait for me outside." ”

The black robe never actually stepped into the prison door, he just stood in the doorway to talk to Huanghei, and when she made this request, his brow involuntarily shrugged, as if he was dissatisfied with the dirty and humid air in the cell.

"Yes, but you have to hurry."

Kohei hurriedly hid in the shadow of the corner to avoid their gaze, and secretly said to Asami, "They took me away. Then she cut off the contact, she was afraid that if she said too much, she would arouse the suspicion of the black robe.

And she really squatted in the corner, a little relief, that special voice couldn't help but make her blush, hey, the first time in history, or under the strong onlookers of others, it is really memorable.

Seeing Huang Ping walking to the door with his head down, the black robe said coldly, "Okay?" “

"Alright."

He waved his sleeve, "Let's go, we've been delaying for too long." “

These cold-blooded guys, do they really have no feelings for delicate and feminine women, although they don't have the opportunity to look in the mirror, but they don't look bad or something.

Perhaps women are just used as tools for procreation in their eyes. A bunch of over-energetic and emotionless guys gathered together, no wonder they were going to engage in some kind of mystical worship of God.

The dimly lit corridor was as long and narrow as she had come, with the black-robed in front and the bald believers behind, holding her firmly in the middle to prevent her from moving.

After walking for a while, what appeared in front of Huang Ping was a small underground square with bright lights, the square was circular, and there were twelve cylindrical hollows against the wall.

As Huang Ping was thinking, a large glass cover slowly rose from the hollows, and there were already 11 naked women lying in the twelve glass covers, their frightened eyes, and the behavior of squatting down to cover the hidden parts of their bodies, no different from the twelve women she had seen when she first came to the altar.

By this time, the women's pitiful and helpless expressions could only provoke the believers' stronger impulses, and nothing else.

"Let's go inside." The black robe pointed to the only one of the 12 glass covers that was empty.