Why am I a villain and still have my own jokes?

When Fan Shansheng came to his senses, Xiaocheng, the guard who had just shouted the invasion warning, had already fallen to the ground.

He saw Ling Yao shake off the hand that just slashed the back of someone else's neck, as if he just did a small thing for granted.

"You really are here, brat."

When Fan Shansheng heard the words, he noticed that the figure coming out of the door was exactly the Ling Linhan they were looking for when they came in!

He should have noticed this when Xiaocheng called out "intruder".

But the hunchbacked, blood-covered figure with a fierce look in front of him really made him unable to think of that boy.

Ling Linhan's drooping right hand seemed to lose his intuition, and it swayed as he slammed on the brakes.

But his left hand was behind his back, as if he was holding something tightly.

Fan Shansheng looked around, but he didn't see Yun Ying's figure. He suddenly felt bad, and couldn't help asking:

"Where is Ah Ying? Isn't Ah Ying with you?!"

Hearing Fan Shansheng's words, the light in Ling Linhan's eyes seemed to clear up, he raised his head, and opened his mouth to say something.

But when he made a sound, he could only hear the hoarse vibrations in his throat, and none of the syllables could form characters that humans could understand

——It made it hard to tell whether he was a madman or a beast with a sane mind.

Ling Yao finally frowned.

The bottles and cans he saw in the outside area just now made him feel disgusted enough.

Those bottles, which are like "works of art", have transformed the brutality into some kind of "aesthetics", distorted the truth of blood and violence, and are lined up on the shelves as if nothing had happened for people to watch.

And the "makers" of these "works" are the so-called "spiritual psychics", "heart-bound", "holy and noble", and "admired by thousands of people" priests in the Temple of the King of Gods...

This truth is even more disgusting.

However, when he was performing missions at Jianmen, he also met some demon cultists who practiced evil skills and lacked humanity, and saw these people behave inhumanely.

So although I am disgusted and angry about those things, I can still restrain my emotions and not show them.

But now, smelling the smell here, listening to the speeches of the Tucao servants, and seeing Ling Linhan's current performance, Ling Yao already had a premonition in his heart.

If he went deeper, the scene he saw might not be within his tolerable range.

(There may be some scenes that make some readers feel uncomfortable, please be mentally prepared or skip directly)

"You want to leave, or you want to save people."

Ling Yao asked him.

"Ah... ah... save him... save him..."

This time, Ling Linhan finally uttered a voice that people could understand.

He slowly stretched his left hand forward, as if he wanted to pull the "thing" he was dragging in front of Ling Yao:

"Only... only him..."

Only then did Ling Yao realize that what Ling Linhan was holding was a human hand.

However, the end of the blood-stained hand was not connected to the sides of the "thing" behind him, but protruded from the center of "his" torso, as if it had been ripped out of the abdomen.

But where "his" legs were, there was something covered with scales that looked like a snake's tail growing at this moment—this is why Ling Linhan was able to drag "him" all the way here.

"Hey! Temple of the Divine King... This is the Temple of the Divine King! Is the fucking human being who can do such a thing!"

Finally, Ling Yao couldn't hold back, and gritted his teeth and cursed.

It turns out that the "grafting experiment" is actually such a thing!They regard people as "experimental subjects", and they are doing such experiments!

What Ling Linhan is dragging is just one of them, and how big this area is, and how many similar "modified bodies" are hidden in it, just thinking about it makes people feel creepy.

He had also seen some bloody and violent scenes when he wiped out the evil cult cultivating with human blood before.But I've never seen anything like this...

"Only he still looks like a 'person' and remembers that he is a person..."

Ling Yao suddenly remembered the night when he first entered the Temple of the God of God and was invited by Lang Yue to drink wine.

Lang Yue proudly introduced the priests in his camp to himself.And the priests present were all smiling and congratulated him with wine glasses.

For him, it was just a entertainment that required a performance.Even the appearance of the priest he had clashed with and what he said to him are already a little blurred in his memory.

However, at this moment, Shan Hongfeng's flattering face suddenly appeared in his mind so clearly, and what he said that night seemed to echo in his ears:

——"If Master Yao has any 'hobbies', you can find me. I am average in strength, but I have a wide range of opportunities. No matter what kind of novelty it is, I can find it for you, and I will definitely keep it secret for you."

He originally thought that Shan Hongfeng just wanted to use women to win him over, but he didn't take it to heart.

In the end, this is Shan Hongfeng's "curiosity hunting" and "hobbies"?He actually invited himself?

Ling Yao suddenly felt the acid water in his stomach turn up.

He couldn't help but lift the Yingying Sword and swung it hard at the wall beside him.There was a flash of thunder, and then there was a bang, and a huge hole was blasted into the wall.

It seemed that venting like this could suppress his feeling of wanting to vomit.

And Fan Shansheng didn't have the time to think about why Ling Yao suddenly used the thunder that only people from the Changling Sword Sect would use, or he didn't realize this at all.The horrible and bloody scene now made him even more anxious about Yun Ying's safety.

"Where is Yunying!? Where is Yunying!"

He didn't even care about pretending that he didn't know anything in front of Ling Yao, he grabbed Ling Linhan's shoulder and shook him violently, wanting to hear an answer.

"he's not here."

Ling Linhan answered intermittently,

"I just left the arena. I don't know where he is."

Ling Yao lowered his head, and suddenly took out a small jade tablet from the mustard bag, and crushed it with a sudden force:

"Che... I didn't want to ask someone to rescue me. But now, ha...

"I can't take it anymore! Let's kill the scum first!"

Then he stepped forward, pulled Fan Shansheng and Ling Linhan apart, and said to Fan Shansheng:

"Now that the person is lost, the mother still wants to find us to take responsibility?! Don't think that I don't know, you and that brat deliberately lured us here!"

"However, it's all right now, your wish has been fulfilled! I can't stand it anymore!"

A powerful spiritual force suddenly gathered on the Yingying Sword in his hand.

A dazzling white electric current flickered on the sword body, and it made a crackling sound.

"You... how could you..."

Fan Shansheng, who was pushed away by Ling Yao, stared blankly at the thunder light on Chengying Sword, and pointed at Ling Yao in disbelief.

Ling Yao was not moved by it, turned his wrist and pointed his sword to the sky!

boom--!

Suddenly there was a loud crash on the dome.

"You either go to find your child, or leave early!

"Now, I'm going to take the children to kill and set fire!"