"Gollum ......"

The artist's face changed in fright, and he frantically swallowed the sea water into his mouth.

Cheng Hai didn't know when he was already floating behind him, his eyes glowing with a strange light.

"You've lost!"

Cheng Hai said so, but he was not like an artist, who was filled with seawater.

"Hmm!"

The artist pushed Cheng Hai away and swam like crazy.

Uncanny!

It's so weird!

He felt like a mouse being played by a mischievous cat,

The more you run, the faster you die.

But

Had to run again.

Because this cat,

His death notice has been issued!

"Want to know the answer?"

Cheng Hai reappeared beside the artist, his limbs not moving, but he went hand in hand with him.

The artist's eyes widened in anger and he was about to resist, but Cheng Hai grabbed his shoulder and couldn't move.

"Blight."

Cheng Hai's calm words made the artist who was already in a desperate situation even worse.

It's cold, suffocating, and it blurs the artist's brain. His strength was passing fast, and at the same time, his majestic vitality was gone.

"For ...... Miscellaneous...... ......"

As he lay dying, the artist made a begging voice.

"It's simple."

Cheng Hai smiled and said, "Open your eyes." ”

"Open your eyes...... Eye? ”

As if sensing something, the artist slowly opened his eyes.

The icy waters disappeared in an instant.

He returned to his familiar coffee shop.

Beside him, the two waiters who had been following him had been controlled by Xu Qiufan, but their hands were good.

In front of him, Cheng Hai was grabbing his shoulder, smiling miserably.

"Figured it out?"

"Hahaha...... I see......"

The artist laughed weakly, his body rapidly withering, turning into a shriveled old man.

ultimately

He died, quietly.

Forever poured in this inconspicuous little café.

"Gross!"

Cheng Hai retched painfully, dizzy.

This protracted battle is too much for him.

"The target is dead, and the mission [Kill the Artist] has been completed."

"The host now has a chance to draw the Divine Descent qualification, do you want to use it?"

"Qualification Draw Medium ......"

"You've earned a C-rank designated god descent: Kamado Tanjiro."

"Are you alright?" Xu Qiufan asked.

Cheng Hai sat on the chair with his butt up, panting with his head tilted.

Ghouls are creatures with great vitality. And the artist, as one of the best, was rated C by the system, and Cheng Hai naturally would not underestimate him.

Not to mention how many casualties it would cause to fight with them on the street, if he ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, he and Xu Qiufan really might not be able to catch him.

After all, that guy's record is there.

So, he had to be trapped before the fight began.

Xu Qiufan's dragon binding array has a forward swing, and the movement is not small, which is not suitable.

In summary, Cheng Hai chose illusion.

The artist is a proud man, but also a philistine.

It's not the same as it was when they were hunted down by hundreds of Holy Knights.

Cheng Hai is very weak and poses no threat to him.

It would be a great shame for him to run away when the painting was torn down in front of him!

Therefore, as long as he is given a chance, he will definitely find a way to get back on the field.

So, Cheng Hai let him have a dream.

This dream is constructed based on the artist's understanding of the world, so the details will be in line with his own cognition, which is more real than reality. Then Cheng Hai invaded his dream, and it was not difficult to use the ability of dream control to follow the artist's side like a ghost.

The real difficulty lies in the fact that the artist's reality must not be stimulated in the process of falling into a dream, otherwise it is easy to wake up and lose all his efforts.

That's why Cheng Haicai made a second bet to put pressure on the artist and make him doubt his own perception.

The more chaotic the artist's thinking, the stronger Cheng Hai's ability in his cognition, and the greater the room for maneuver.

Maybe it's because he has been sick for a long time and has become a doctor, while suffering from ghosts, Cheng Hai also has a certain experience with hallucinations.

Things went more smoothly than expected, and when the artist asked him to withdraw the spell, he fell for it.

At the end, when Cheng Hai used the withering witchcraft to suck him to life, he already thought he was going to die in his dream. The dream and the senses in reality reached an agreement, and he couldn't wake up in time to break Cheng Hai's game.

So, the artist died, and died convincingly.

"You deal with these two people, the short-haired one is a ghoul, but he hasn't eaten people. I...... Let's go home first. ”

Cheng Hai staggered to his feet and walked outside.

His current spirit was drained, and if the ghost took advantage of it, he would have no power to resist at all.

"Are you alright?"

Seeing Cheng Hai's crumbling appearance, Xu Qiufan hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The outcome of the matter surprised him a little.

When he heard Cheng Hai shout the artist's name, he was ready for a big battle, but he didn't expect it to be solved bloodlessly.

If it weren't for him, this street might be in the news tomorrow.

Astound! There was a bloody case on the street of a couple, and the truth was actually like this!

"Don't worry."

Cheng Hai shook his head and patted his suitcase, "Help me sell this if you have time." ”

"Uh...... Okay. ”

Xu Qiufan watched him leave with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to see when he would fall.

However, the moment he pushed the door open, his rickety body straightened up again.

After walking to the street and waiting for a while, a girl ran out of the bookstore opposite.

Xu Qiufan was stunned, and seemed to understand what Cheng Hai was looking at just now.

"What's wrong with you?"

As soon as he saw Cheng Hai's face, Cheng Yiyi frowned.

"It's okay, let's go home."

Cheng Hai smiled reluctantly and took her hand.

"Are books good?"

"Beautiful."

"What did you buy?"

"This."

Cheng Yi lifted the bag in his hand, and there was a copy of "100 Home Cooking" in it.

"Forehead ......"

Cheng Hai was slightly stunned, "Why did you buy this?" ”

"I want to eat."

"Alright, let's go buy some groceries first."

"I want to come again tomorrow, is that okay?" Cheng Yiyi raised his head.

"Like to read?"

"Hmm."

Cheng Hai smiled and said, "Then I'll buy you a bookstore tomorrow." ”

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Xu Qiufan suddenly felt that Cheng Hai was not as violent as he showed.

……

"Wen Jing!"

In the darkness, there was a heavy murmur.

The lights turned on, and a drunken man leaned against the door, a little tired.

He had just drunk half a bottle of Lao Baigan, and his body was hot, but the neatly bedding was like a touch of cold water, which poured him cold.

His eyes changed from impatience to confusion, and he slid feebly down against the door frame.

His daughter is gone......

"Ahh

The bottle was smashed to pieces by the man, and the roar of rage was like that of an angry beast.

"Is it starting again?"

Next door, the neighbor's face showed disdain.

He knew exactly what the man would do at home.

"You posted this on the Internet to make me how to behave!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot and full of anger.

"Bad luck!"

The unlocked door was slammed shut, and the man angrily opened the refrigerator and took out another bottle of wine.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off, and faintly, there was a shrill laugh.

The man looked back in confusion, but there was nothing.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

The fluttering laughter came again, and the man leaned his back against the refrigerator, his legs shaking.

There seems to be something......

Come in!

I only heard a "pop", and the lights in the room went out.

"Daughter, I was wrong, I'm your father, if you have anything to do with your classmates, don't look for me."

As if realizing something, the man couldn't hold on any longer, slumped on the ground, desperately begging for mercy.

A small shadow crawled down from the top of the refrigerator, grabbed the man's ears, and looked down at him.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Ah!!h

A terrible scream resounded in the night sky.

Tonight, the ghost finally got its favorite eyeball.