You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

A cold light sliced ​​through the darkness, and something fell heavily to the ground. The man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, instinctively using his talent for dealing with pollutants, and in the blink of an eye, he left this layer.

"Hmm?" Zhong Xun was somewhat surprised. He used his spiritual tentacles to pick up the severed hand, with black water still dripping from the wrist.

"Hidden" seemed a little impatient: "Let's swallow it!"

Zhong Xun: "Don't you think it smells terrible?"

"Huh?" "Hidden" exclaimed in shock, "Don't all pollutants smell the same?"

The mental tentacles exerted force, and the severed hand turned into black liquid, but the energy that dissipated was not absorbed.

The mental tentacles reflected the owner's emotions and wiped the wall with disdain.

After a long pause, "Hidden" realized something and said, "I don't understand you humans."

The hunter and prey switched positions.

As the source of pollution, the man is unable to leave this self-built house. He retains his human consciousness and knows that Zhong Xun is an Omega, but he subconsciously regards all living things that break into this place as his wife and daughters who have been abused by him.

The man was thrilled to have bumped into Zhong Xun at the warehouse entrance, but soon he noticed the light gleaming in her beautiful eyes, which filled him with inexplicable fear.

Like a cat chasing a mouse for three minutes, Zhong Xun found the trembling man in a wardrobe in an inner room.

"you……"

The mental tentacles lashed down, and the man was no match for them in the energy collision. He felt his body, which was contaminated, gradually disintegrating, with no possibility of recovery.

Even pollutants fear extinction, so he gritted his teeth and cut off his own arm. Black water splashed onto the wall with a "plop," where there were bloodstains left by a woman who had been beaten.

The long-time abuser finally felt the terror of being choked, his heart and lungs wishing they could burst from his throat. He swallowed his cries of pain, fearing that Zhong Xun would discover his whereabouts again.

The spiritual tentacles could sense things, and "Hidden" seemed to have taken an interest, occasionally giving Zhong Xun directions.

"No need to look, it's the bathroom on the second floor."

"There, there, inside the small granary."

"Head up, head up!"

Zhong Xun looked up and saw the man lying face down on the ceiling in an extremely bizarre position. He was covered in black water, and his eyes showed not only fear but also the cruelty of being driven to the brink. The man was desperate and pounced on Zhong Xun!

A drop of black water was about to fall on his face when it was blocked by a tentacle. The man was about a meter away from Zhong Xun when he was bound by spiritual tentacles that surged from all sides, binding his waist and limbs.

The man's lips trembled: "You stinky..."

boom!

  

The mental tentacles slammed him directly into the floor tiles.

"Wow!" "Concealment" exclaimed, "To be honest, your control over mental tentacles is the most skillful I've ever seen."

Zhong Xun asked softly, "Have you seen any other Omegas with psychic tentacles?"

"Hidden" scoffed: "You're not that unique, okay?"

The moment he finished speaking, he was turned into a spinning top in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhong Xun felt that it was inevitably lonely to be spinning around in one ball, so his mental power suddenly became brutal. In the dim light, the sound of flesh being torn apart was sickening. He could vaguely see the tentacles raised high shaking the limbs that had just been torn off. The man could no longer hold back, and his wails echoed throughout every room.

"You always said that hitting someone is a sign of affection, and scolding someone is a sign of love," Zhong Xun said calmly. "And now? Are you overflowing with love?"

The man was struggling to cocoon himself, with only his head and torso remaining.

Suddenly, a noise came from the stairwell.

Zhong Xun looked up and saw the woman carrying a baby in one arm and a jar in the other as she came down.

"No...no..." The overwhelming pain made the man speak intermittently, his face covered in snot and tears.

The woman put the jar down and looked down at him.

It turned out she wasn't a reincarnated evil spirit. When she was scared, she was just as pathetic as a drowned rat. The woman frowned in disgust, returned the little girl to Zhong Xun, and then carefully opened the jar.

There was nothing inside.

Her daughter died of a high fever and did not become a contaminant.

The woman, who had been guarding the jar, suddenly discovered a new use for it: she stuffed the remaining men into the jar.

Men are not like women; even if they were just torsos, they couldn't fit into that narrow opening, but they could always squeeze through.

Black liquid seeped out from between the woman's fingers. The man's horrific screams finally aroused her pleasure. The woman began to hum the song Tong Yao often sang to her daughter. The "squeak" sound of flesh and bone being squeezed and kneaded between the gaps was very clear, just like when she usually marinated meat.

In the end, only the man's head was sticking out of the jar.

Zhong Xun said softly, "We can't leave until the source of pollution is eliminated."

The woman paused for a moment, then looked at Zhong Xun, and then at the little girl in his arms.

Zhong Xun thought the woman smiled, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

Then she reached out her hand.

The moonlight suddenly became clear, shining on the head that had been thrown out so violently.

The source of the pollution has been identified as dead.

Everything around us began to collapse, and intense light shone in from outside.

The woman tilted her head back, her voice suddenly hoarse as she said, "Listen...listen..."

"Yes, I heard it," Zhong Xun said gently. "The sound of the wind blowing through the wheat fields."

The withered, dark wall disappeared, and in the distance, an endless wheat field appeared again. The woman saw the scarecrow, and then she saw the small figure beside the scarecrow.

Splash—

The woman walked over step by step.

When the miasma disappeared, it brought a wave of dizziness. To Zhong Xun's surprise, the dissipated energy actually flowed into his mental sea on its own.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Xun said coldly, "Hide."

"This is my trait, what can I do?" "Hidden" had just stopped spinning and was extremely weak. Why was it stuck inside such a demonic being? The next second, its spiritual sea became even richer, and "Hidden's" sphere was gently lifted by the waves. It immediately sighed comfortably.

"The miasma has disappeared, and the people are there!"

"Judge!"

"Ambulance! Where's the ambulance?!"

A cacophony of sounds assaulted his ears, causing Zhong Xun's grip on the little girl to falter. Then, someone steadily took the girl from him and pressed his head against a firm chest. Zhong Xun heard a familiar, deep voice: "It's alright, it's alright."

"Get the child to medical attention first!"

The restaurant owner wept with joy.

"How are you?" Not hearing Zhong Xun's voice, Meng Jingting lowered his head.

Zhong Xun said slowly, "It's a bit scary."

He paused. "You didn't look for me?"

"The magnetic field and energy source have both disappeared." Meng Jingting stared at his long, trembling eyelashes: "I've lost track of you."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xun understood perfectly well that this guy was someone who never learned his lesson.

Xie Wencheng floored the gas pedal and drove up to them, leaning most of his body out of the window: "Zhong Xun, how did you get out?"

Zhong Xun: "Kill the source of the pollution."

Xie Wencheng: "..." I think you're bragging, but I don't seem to have a better explanation.

Zhong Xun felt like his head was about to split open; the sudden surge of his mental energy made him extremely uncomfortable.

Meng Jing put his arm around his waist and helped him into the car.

Zhong Xun rested his head on Meng Jingting's shoulder, swaying gently with the bumps as the car started to move: "Could you give me some pheromones?"

"Yes, why not?" Xie Wencheng looked in the rearview mirror. "With your weak and soft tone, why wouldn't my brother agree?"

In the silence, Zhong Xun suddenly heard "Hidden" ask in surprise, unease, and disbelief: "You have a second personality?"

Zhong Xun: "..."

As the mental tentacles lashed out, "Hidden" spun rapidly, and the mind became clearer and clearer. Oh, the Demon God even has a love interest!