Chapter 118【117】Eternal Hunger

Cheng Han laughed "haha" and began to "attack" everyone indiscriminately.

"Everyone knows that sound may irritate 'Maw Abyss' and make it become violent, but I dare to stand ten meters away and speak loudly, who of you dares?"

To prove his words, he made an amazing move.

"boom!"

Cheng Han stomped heavily on the snow.

He possesses the power of true fire, and even if he dances in front of Yan Yuan, he will pretend not to hear.

Tens of meters away.

The other people looked at me like they were crazy.

The captain of the black armored army, who was "recognized" by everyone as the strongest, was also shocked.

Yu Xianglong yelled directly: "Cheng Han, Cao Nima is dying? If you die, I will have to trouble the labor and wages to collect it for you..."

This guy wanted to say "collect the corpse", but there was no corpse in the Yanyuan murderer, so he had to swallow the following words.

Cheng Han looked around and said to himself: "I stood so close and stamped my foot hard, but my expression remained unchanged, but we were all frightened."

He raised his tone: "Everyone, please recognize the reality. I am the most suitable person to deliver sacrifices, and none of you can do it!"

His voice became louder and louder.

Yu Xianglong felt his heart pounding wildly, and he couldn't stand it anymore: "Can't you please lower your voice? How many people will die if you scare Yan Yuan away."

The Inspection Office’s handling process for Yan Yuan clearly stipulates:

First, it is strictly prohibited to use the Nine Yuan Strengthening Style to cause fluctuations in source energy;

Second, it is strictly forbidden to speak loudly in the Abyss;

The above two points are not nonsense, but painful lessons learned at the cost of human life.

More than thirty years ago, a tragedy occurred.

An inspector witnessed the abyss devouring the sacrifice at close range. His mind was strongly shocked, and his instinct triggered the source sense seal.

The Maw was suddenly stimulated and moved to a factory hundreds of meters away, devouring more than a hundred civilians in a short period of time.

This is a murderous case that every inspector knows about.

Cheng Han was too lazy to talk to Yu Xianglong and said: "I have an intuition that since I have been standing here for so long, Yan Yuan has become accustomed to my existence and will not regard me as a threat."

If he had said this from the beginning, no one here would have believed it.

But with the previous examples, everyone felt - it seems like this is really the case!

Yu Xianglong's expression changed, and he finally compromised: "Okay!"

He pressed his chest and cursed again: "Can you please lower your voice, bitch?"

The leader of the black-armored army said in a low voice: "I will be the one to carry the next sacrifice."

Cheng Han did not insist: "That's fine!"

He understood that the Black Armored Army had the pride of the Black Armored Army, and the captain did not want to be completely suppressed by the Inspection Office, so he persisted like this.

The team was carrying a sacrifice and walked quietly towards the cedar.

Cheng Han looked at this scene and his thoughts dispersed slightly.

"Whether it's the Inspection Bureau or the Black Armored Army, even though there are problems of one kind or another, everyone can do their best to fight against the weird.

"There are all kinds of weird things raging in this world, and humans have been struggling for tens of thousands of years. Perhaps this kind of unyieldingness flows in everyone's blood."

soon.

The team just completed a sacrifice.

for the rest of the time.

This place became Cheng Han's performance stage alone.

Each time he sacrifices, the location will be closer than the last time.

This scene really makes others feel terrified.

Yu Xianglong gritted his teeth and wanted to rush up and hit someone.

Can't you just follow the rules and make a sacrifice fifteen meters away when you are riding a horse?

It’s so frustrating!

*

Three o'clock in the morning.

The heavy night has already fallen.

The sky is still filled with flying snow.

Hundreds of oil lamps were held high by wooden sticks.

Although there were many onlookers, the scene was quite quiet.

There was only one figure running back and forth again and again.

"Creak!"

Every sound of stepping on the snow seems to ring in everyone's heart.

Unknowingly, it makes people feel solemn.

as well as.

Heartfelt respect.

Liu Yidao held a hot water bottle, stood boldly thirty meters away, and asked softly: "Cheng Han, would you like to take a sip of hot water?"

Cheng Han was carrying a sacrifice, his voice showing a hint of fatigue.

But what he said gave people hope.

"I have a feeling it's almost full."

There was a slight commotion in the crowd.

Four twenty in the morning.

Those who stayed here turned into snowmen one by one.

Cheng Han held up the eighty-sixth sacrifice and walked slowly five meters away from the cedar.

This is the closest distance so far.

He put down the sacrifice and untied the rope that bound the animal's mouth.

"Mea~"

Cheng Han took a few steps back and stopped.

the other side.

Yu Xianglong gritted his teeth again.

Cao!

This kid is here again. Will he die if he stays away?

Liu Yidao looked helpless.

A group of black-armored soldiers all surrendered.

After one breath.

"Mea~"

The sheep brayed louder.

Then it stopped abruptly.

The sacrifices quickly became blurry.

This time the speed was faster than ever before.

Cheng Han stared at this scene, muttered to himself, "Finally, the wait has come," and quickly muttered silently: "Analysis!"

My scalp felt chilly.

The mental value dropped rapidly.

An illusory voice suddenly sounded in Cheng Han's mind.

"Gulu~"

"Pfft~"

It sounds like gastrointestinal motility and digestion sounds.
To be continued...