I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 318: Hair of the strong

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"Ah!"

Suddenly someone screamed in the Orange Star Conference Hall.

It's too painful, like the sound of a torn throat, extremely frightening.

Every old man, young bull with outstanding academic achievements, all turned their heads and looked at the researcher who was covering his head and sweating in his seat.

"Li Shen, what's the matter?"

"Call the doctor, Mother Orange!" someone hurriedly shouted to the artificial intelligence.

In this high-level academic discussion conference, artificial intelligence must record everyone’s voice in the conference hall so that they can be sorted into text files after the fact, for people behind to learn, or to find other people’s academic loopholes.

Mother Orange monitors this academic hall all the time, and as soon as the roar rang out, she immediately mobilized the standby medical robot outside the house to enter.

"Ah—" Li Shen covered his head with a splitting headache, feeling that he heard an incredible voice.

The headache and nausea feel aggravated suddenly.

There seemed to be something lying on his shoulders, and the number of whispers suddenly increased.

It's like, is there something around that enhances the side effects of headaches?

What is that stuff?

Li Shen opened his eyes wide, and his pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, making the world in his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of red.

"Ah, my eyes are bleeding!" someone shouted.

"Hurry up!"

The medical robot quickly rushed to the location, took a specific dose of syringe from the medicine box, and punched it into the vein of Researcher Li Shen.

The tranquilizer fluid swam in Li Shen's veins. His body was shaking, and his mind seemed to be a little clearer, not so hot.

"It's not right, it's not right..." Li Shen couldn't fall asleep at all when he listened to the sound in his ear, and his head was very irritable. He thought that the intensity of the headache at this time was unusual, more intense and more frequent than ever.

But in the end he fell asleep. The effect of the medicine on the human body is real, unless his body becomes abnormal, otherwise it is still in the category of human beings.

After Li Shen closed his eyes and fell asleep, everyone's chatting became lower.

The general policy has fallen, and what is left is to let the subordinates gradually improve.

The executives of the large conference hall are talking about the general direction, and most of the details have to be improved by the people under them.

Then this big meeting ended when Researcher Li Shen suddenly had a headache and yelled. Orange mother sorted out the content of today's meeting and let the researchers download and browse it.

……

Kemeng heard a vague call.

It is a sacrifice from believers!

Recently, there have been believers making sacrifices, and the number of sacrifices per day can't be handled.

After all, Kemun has millions of believers in the game world, and those who are native native monsters cannot count, because the black ghost is not a mathematician, and will not specifically count how many believers there are, only knows that there are probably thousands of believers. This race became a Cthulhu believer.

As for whether the thousands are one thousand or two thousand, it is not clear.

The black ghost said that the numbers are almost the same after the first thousand.

Perhaps so, Kemun is noncommittal and does not comment.

Kemon originally didn't want to accept the sacrifice, but now he is eavesdropping, but accepting the sacrifice interferes with Kemon's eavesdropping concentration.

There are double-digit sacrificial ritual requests every day, and just being alive is already a blessing trouble.

At this time, Kemon saw Researcher Li Shen yelling, and was given a calming shot by the medical robot that ran into the lobby.

"This guy..." Kemeng couldn't see the picture, because he actively blocked the visual synaesthesia, only retaining the auditory synaesthesia.

Judging from the sound, this guy is in a semi-crazy state, but he is not completely crazy, and rationality still exists.

"Half crazy man, hiss!" Kemon took a deep breath in his heart, this guy was not right.

If Kemeng’s memory is correct, this person has heard Liu Siting’s crazy whispers.

Kemeng listened carefully, but unfortunately the other party had already been given a calming shot, and there was no sound anymore, but a soft sound of sound asleep.

"If there is no synesthesia, this person has not overcome the demons and is still under the influence of Liu Siting's chaotic whispers."

Why everyone else has recovered, but he hasn't recovered.

For all these things, Kemeng quickly thought of the reasons.

Researcher Li Shen should be a person with strong spiritual perception and strong rationality.

People with low geniuses have a pain in their brains at first, but if they stick to themselves a little bit, they survived, because they don’t have high geniuses and don’t hear much chaotic information.

Li Shen has a high level of spiritual knowledge, and he has heard too much information, which caused his headaches to be several times more difficult than ordinary people, and he was called hell-level.

Without a strong heart, people would have collapsed long ago.

Now he hasn't collapsed yet. It is possible that in the torment, he will gradually become stronger and be able to resist more information.

"This guy is also a bit dangerous, and my hearing and voyeurism are at risk of being discovered." Kemun murmured to Laleyer.

At this moment, there was another virtual whisper in the ear.

At this time, President Ke has no chores, and he readily agreed to the summoner's request for sacrifice, responded to the call, and his consciousness crossed space and time and restrictions, and reached the other side.

It was a lost ruin, boulders standing in disorder, ruined walls, vegetation and vines, and blood-colored monster corpses piled up a road, paved in bright red until the end of the ruins.

At the end of the ruins, an ancient tree that pierced the stone ceiling stood there. Under the tree were several players wearing black robes.

They circled around an ancient water pool, and the flame of the candle shook into a weird green color, illuminating the players around it, and dragging the shadows long.

Everyone held their breath and ran down together, sipping the name of Cthulhu, and the words were full of fanatical worship.

"Great Cthulhu, the sleeping **** of Laley, the old ruler!"

"This is our sacrifice, the strong man's wig!"

Although it may not be useful to the great master, creative players still decide to sacrifice.

Becoming a fanatical believer, the faith itself is more distorted and fanatical, and the thinking is not flexible.

Giving good things to the great master is a basic operation in their view.

Kemon silently stared at the item named the strong man's hair, full of question marks.

My hair is not bald yet.

But Kemeng thought for a while and can throw it to Tang Jin, the A-level member of the bureau.

Tang Jin is an investigator who once took Director Lei's transformation into a light stick~IndoMTL.com~ and later used various special items to fly into the sky, forcibly intercepting the plane that Deacon Huo of the Shadow Stream organization was sitting on.

The use of a variety of items caused him to be seriously injured. Later, he was closed for recuperation in a special item tank, and it would take at least a few months before he could leave the customs.

Kemeng vaguely remembered that Tang Jin's hair was bald.

It would be great if this strong man’s hair had a healing function, Kemon hoped, and accepted the sacrifices of the believers.

After accepting the sacrifice, Kemeng received the wish of the believers-to become stronger.

They are already at level 120, but the monsters are getting harder and harder to fight, not getting stronger, and the leveling speed is not fast enough.

I gave them a wave of enhancement, and the believers were very satisfied, and Kemon quietly retreated.

After a while, Kemon suddenly saw modern ceilings and incandescent lamps.

The glutinous rice **** rolled over, blocking the electric lights, and Kemeng looked in a daze.

Finally came back.