Chapter 135 Ancestral Hall, Good Dog, Huang Ruoyuan

(The previous chapter was too pale, so I revised it again.)

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"Escaped?"

Endless mountains.

It's like a prison that reaches heaven and earth.

Ye Weimin panicked physically and mentally.

Don't know why.

After learning that the water of creation exists in the body.

Inexplicable uneasiness arose in his heart.

"Isn't that a supplement?"

"Why did it emerge from my body on its own initiative!"

His expression was ferocious.

The strange realm spread throughout his body, carrying him over mountains and ridges.

But no matter how fast he went, he couldn't calm down.

Especially after he transferred all the damage to the human skin slave.

There is still water flowing out of the abdomen.

I can't stop it!

There was only fear on Ye Weimin's old face.

He still remembers.

These faceless men are the trophies of his disguised advancement at No. 499 Ruined Ruins (Huang Ye’s hometown).

It also serves as a container for him to hide his human-skin slaves.

Ability to block perception.

Undetected.

And he did take advantage of this to escape from Li Hongyi's hands.

at last.

Hundreds of faceless men were exhausted.

Only a few survived.

They all became his food rations.

And this effect is really good.

Able to quickly restore his missing extraordinary power.

But now this is the result.

Even if he is freed from Huang Ye's shackles.

It still made him feel cold all over.

"Were you guarding against me then?"

"Did you calculate that I would leave the organization in order to eat Lin Qiao?"

In front of us were the mottled tree shadows passing by at high speed.

He traveled through the mountains.

The scorching sun is above my head.

But I couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Such a sophisticated calculation made him feel bitter.

And his actions today just confirmed this.

"At today's meeting."

"The deputy leader of the Abyss warned us."

"Putting the overall situation first, if Lin Qiao compensates me, this matter will be considered resolved."

"After this incident, Lin Qiao will carry out a secret mission."

"No one is allowed to pry."

"During this period, he also gave me a warning look."

"But I..."

"I still took action..."

"He has established himself as a traitor to the organization..."

The more Ye Weimin thought about it, the more he became afraid.

The deputy commander's plan had him nailed.

When Lin Qiao advanced, he used the effect of the Creation Staff to sprinkle bait on him.

And he took the bait brazenly.

"The fish I fished my whole life died by the pond."

"Now, I'm being treated like a fish again."

Ye Weimin looked mournful.

That constant flow of water in your belly.

Clearly stated.

He has long been shackles that prevent him from defecting.

It's also the fish that is tightly hooked on the fishing line.

Even on the run at this moment.

But deep in my heart.

There is always a kind of despair that there is no use in escaping to the ends of the earth.

now.

Ye Weimin's brain was in chaos.

All the remnants of the devoured consciousness are entangled.

Fighting for control of the body.

For a moment, he couldn't even remember who he was.

His eyes were just slightly narrowed.

A pain in my head.

He lost control of his body and fell down the cliff.

"Crack-"

The body is soaked.

His face was blank.

He got up from the ground.

But he sat on the cobblestones in shock.

At this moment, where he fell.

It's a creek.

The stream is gurgling, cold and clear.

Looking at the frightened fish fry in the stream.

They hid one after another.

But soon, it seemed as if he had lost his memory again.

Aimlessly swimming in the stream.

Seems to be looking for food.

Ye Weimin suddenly sneered.

After a long time.

He even laughed out loud in self-deprecation, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"There's no escape!"

"It's not a shame to fall into the hands of the deputy commander!"

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!"

The laughter is desperate and contains sadness.

But right now.

Ye Weimin heard a rustling sound coming from behind him.

It seemed like someone was stepping on the soft soil on the shore and bringing up the weeds.

He immediately turned around cautiously.

But he was momentarily shocked.

His expression was dull and his body was frozen.

"Have you laughed enough?"

There are two people coming.

A strange young man whom I have never met before.

One was a middle-aged man who terrified Ye Weimin.

The middle-aged man's hair was long and messy, covering his mouth and nose.

There was unshaven stubble around his mouth.

Paired with raunchy attire.

Exuding the decadent temperament of an artist.

But the tired face hidden by the long hair can vaguely show the handsomeness and ease of his youth.

"How about I wait for you."

Listening to the middle-aged man's gentle concern, Ye Weimin couldn't bear the comfort of spring breeze.

In my heart, there was only bile and fear.

He stood up shakily.

He rushed forward in panic.

He spoke with a nervous look on his face, and his tone was regretful and sincere.

"Vice Commander."

"Vice Commander, I know I was wrong."

"I really know I was wrong."

"I obey."

"I'm more obedient than Lin Qiao."

"You just saved me, and my life is yours."

"Never defecting again."

"Please give me a chance."

Huang Ruoyuan on the shore stroked his stubble.

He looked up and down at the soaked old man Ye.

His expression was slightly distressed.

He seemed not very happy: "Can you still trust me?"

Ye Weimin's face froze when he heard this.

Then, his knees softened slightly.

He slowly knelt in front of the middle-aged man.

The fear on his face gradually turned into flattery and apologetic smile.

"Yes, I can... No, the old slave is obedient."

"You can use the old slave as much as you want."

As he said this, he knelt down.

His forehead carefully pressed against Huang Ruoyuan's dirty and wrinkled canvas shoes, hiding the shame on his weak face.

And the water stains on his abdomen no longer overflowed.

The life in his body was not taken away any more.

"Raise your head."

"This is not good-looking."

Huang Ruoyuan sighed helplessly.

He looked at Ye Weimin who raised his head tentatively.

In his apologetic smile.

Reaching out his hand to caress the old man, smoothing his wet white hair.

Nodding with satisfaction: "Good dog."

...

In the mountains.

Huang Ye walked absentmindedly.

Finally, he saw a green pond.

On the surface of the water.

There were smelly dead fish.

And by the pond, there was a village with traces of living.

There was a supernatural atmosphere left in it.

But now, there are lights and white silks everywhere, and the houses are empty.

He looked up.

But he saw a ancestral hall built with cement bricks surrounded by mud-brick houses.

Ceramic tiles were also pasted.

On the plaque, it was written "Huang's Ancestral Hall".

At this moment.

Huang Ye's heart, which was like stagnant water, finally rippled.