At the moment of exchange, the main god had already soul-bound the first god and Wang Yan, so there was no need to bother thinking about it himself.

"It's an interesting skill."

Wang Yan picked up a meteor dart, and the image of this thing was like the tail of four throwing knives with handles fixed together. The sharp blades almost form a circle, and if you are not systematically trained, you will injure yourself if you are not careful.

Wang Yan didn't plan to use his hands at all, and his telekinesis could solve this problem perfectly.

Putting the slender and sharp meteor dart into the hands of the first god, he saw that the thick and wide palm suddenly squirmed, and he quickly swallowed the meteor dart.

Soul Melting is the only skill of the First God at this stage, and it can strengthen itself by devouring various materials.

However, this type of enhancement has a strict limitation, the same material can only be used once, and it will not be of any use if the material is of poor quality.

As Wang Yan expected, after swallowing this high-speed steel meteor dart, the attributes of the first god did not change in any way, and it was still the original four thirty points, and the spirit was ten points.

A lot of things are in hand, Wang Yan's permission card is used up, and there are still 3299 points left.

At this time, Wang Yan was full of confidence, and he hated to return to the Resident Evil world to do a big job. You can't beat the gnats, you can't beat Chris!

"What's the next mission? When does it start? ”

"As a selected special draftee, there is a thirty-day rest period after each return. You can stay in the main god space, or return to the main world. To obtain the information of the next task in advance, you need to enable C-level permissions, and the current permissions are insufficient. ”

"Stay in the main god space?"

Wang Yan glanced around, empty, white, nothing, standing here stupidly?

"How do I turn on permissions?"

"When the five basic attributes reach 50 points, you can start the advanced task, and after completing it, you can open the D-level permission. The current permission is E-level and can be used for fuzzy queries. ”

"All stats reach 50?"

Wang Yan glanced at his own data, 8 points of strength, 7 points of muscles and bones, 6 points of physique, 7 points of agility, 20 points of spirit, and all attributes were unqualified.

"Return to the Overworld!"

"Selected special recruits are not allowed to actively or passively disclose information about the main god space through any means, and violators will be punished with deduction of points, permission cards or erasure depending on the severity of the situation."

The cold voice of the main god without the slightest emotion echoed in his mind, and Wang Yan only felt a flower in front of him, and then appeared in another place.

The familiar room, the familiar furnishings, the smell of a puddle of red and white things on the ground, as if someone had just died here.

"The game character is not automatically resurrected after death, and the blood on the ground is not cold, if I am really killed by a headshot and resurrected by the main god, then ......"

Wang Yan looked out through the broken glass, and there was a dead silence under the dark night, as quiet as a cemetery.

However, as a former scout, Wang Yan was very good at reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, and soon found clues in the dark.

"The average mental attribute is three times higher than that of ordinary people, which greatly strengthens my perception of danger."

Wang Yan muttered, and quickly locked his gaze on the shadow in a corner.

It was pitch black, and it looked no different from other places in the night, but his intuition told Wang Yan that this was not the case.

In the corner, a sneering look appeared on the corner of the mouth of a man in a black night suit.

"An ordinary person is actually worth two million? I thought it was such a powerful character, but I didn't expect it to be just an Internet addict otaku. Tut-tut, but then again, the money of the Chinese people is really easy to make! ”

The man muttered a few words in his heart, carefully observed the surrounding situation, and quietly walked towards the hiding spot that had been planned long ago.

As a second-rate character who didn't even rank in the world's killer rankings, he was able to sneak up on ordinary people, and barely survived by relying on a mission that he might not receive once in half a year and a bounty of thirty or fifty thousand.

Of course, such a task must be in some rather chaotic countries and regions. With Huaxia's degree of control over special equipment and cameras all over the streets and alleys, there are basically no professional killers to take on tasks below 200,000.

The risks are high, the benefits are small, and it is too wasteful of life.

Although this killer is a Chinese, because of his poor skills and too little courage, he is "active" in Western Europe with a salted fish attitude. The country there is small and the situation is complicated, and it is easy to escape if you plan well.

This time he came to his hometown to do a mission, mainly because of his identity as a Chinese, and because it was obviously abnormal to kill an ordinary person with two million, many killers were waiting.

The main reason, of course, is that he is running out of food. If you don't risk making a big wave, then if you can't receive the task in the next period of time, you can only eat dirt.

Originally, he came back to do the mission with the idea of going to reincarnate if he didn't succeed, and he was even ready to be wanted. However, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and I climbed to the window in the dark of night and shot the target in the head.

"Hey, hey, if I get such a vote again, then I can find a beautiful place for the rest of my life and wait for death."

The killer muttered, carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and then subconsciously turned his head to look at the window that had been shattered glass, and then the whole person's face turned pale in an instant as if he had seen a ghost.

Behind that window, the exact same person in the photo stood silently, his dark eyes staring at him unblinkingly.

"I've already killed him, and it's still a headshot......"

The killer chuckled in his heart, and he remembered the story that circulated in Chinese folklore, when people die full of resentment, they will be ghostly, turning into a ghost to seek revenge on the person who killed him.

The killer doesn't believe in these gods and ghosts, but if he does too many bad things, he will inevitably be weak-hearted. Seeing Wang Yan's face appear behind the window, he almost subconsciously wanted to escape.

"What the hell is going on?"

Although the killer felt very scared, his psychological quality in this line of work was generally excellent, and he did not disrupt his escape plan because of this.

Under the cover of night, avoiding the few cameras around, it took the killer ten minutes to finally return to the intended retreat location.

Fortunately, he didn't see Wang Yan's ordinary and terrifying face several times during the escape, which reduced the fear in his heart a lot.

"I must have been dazzled just now, how could a person who was shot in the head come back to life? As for ghosts...... It's the 21st century, and I'm stupid enough to believe in this kind of thing. ”