Dig out a delicate mooncake box from under the coffee table and wipe it clean. Cheng Hai folded a few layers of towels on top of it as a temporary bed for the goblin.

Putting the goblin into the box, Cheng Hai gently covered her with a "quilt".

It seemed that there was another person in the house who was not used to it, so he cleaned the house again.

Expressionlessly sent a harassing message to Xiao Ai, Cheng Hai was lying on the balcony smoking alone.

The battle with Qi Le was lost very badly, which was difficult for him to accept.

Obviously he was ready, but because of a little negligence, he lost everything.

Now that the only remaining Divine Descent qualification he had had been consumed, if he couldn't find the "artist" in three days, he would have to continue to use that body on the verge of collapse in the next battle.

At that time, aside from the Forbidden Eye, his only supernatural means is necromancy.

And the flaws of witchcraft were also reflected in this battle. If he is unable to concentrate while performing the spell, the risk of being regurgitated will greatly increase.

The consequences of the backlash will be mentally traumatized at least and soul-shattering at worst.

So if he still wants to use it again, he needs to find a way to eliminate the influence of ghosts first.

The situation can be said to be quite unoptimistic......

"Meow!"

The sound of a cat's meow in spring breaks the silence of the night.

The passers-by who returned late were taken aback, and Cheng Hai was also disinterested.

Back in the room, the goblin had kicked off the "quilt" and turned over to sleep.

Cheng Hai also climbed into bed and lay on the pillow.

Consciousness sank little by little, until it reached the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he came to a strange space.

"Here...... And where? Cheng Hai couldn't help but raise his vigilance.

Could it be that he is hallucinating again?

With such a high frequency, even newlyweds can't help but toss.

At this moment, a display suddenly appeared above him. The snowflakes on the screen gradually faded and froze on a familiar face.

The face was haggard, and the green veins on his forehead were bulging. He had no whites of his eyes, and his fangs were sharp, like a hungry beast.

"This is the grave ghoul?" Cheng Hai frowned.

Isn't this what Qi Le looked like after he went berserk?

"Please choose your opponent."

This line is displayed at the bottom of the screen.

At this moment, Cheng Hai's mind flashed through a memory that did not belong to him.

Detachment from the outside of the body, the unique secret technique of the two tiger flows. You can set the environment exactly like the real world while you sleep, and then generate a replica of the fighter to fight.

The memories formed during the battle can be fed back to the brain, and the purpose of improving skills can be achieved.

And the owner of his body, it is in this bizarre way that he has been training for fourteen years to stand out from a group of monsters and make it all the way to the finals of the boxing competition.

Knowing this information made Cheng Hai breathe a sigh of relief.

At least not the illusion of ghosts......

If it comes, it will be safe.

Now that such conditions have been created, it is better to exercise with your hands.

If you can practice the principles of Wang Ma's martial arts into your own, and then practice it after the transformation is lifted. His combat power will increase considerably while in his mortal form.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hai created a Qi Le according to the prompt.

"Scared!"

As soon as he saw Cheng Hai, Qi Le was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

Cheng Hai: "......"

This guy has turned into a phantom, and he is still so cowardly.

"Fight or die, you choose." Cheng Haidao.

Hearing this, Qi Le stood up tremblingly and assumed a defensive posture.

"That's right!"

Cheng Hai chuckled, and the whole person rushed forward like a blazing fire.

There are four basic forms of martial arts used by the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse, namely: the King Kong type that controls the hardening of the flesh; Hydro-type that softens the limbs; The Steering Type, which controls the flow of power, and the Sky Fire Type, which bursts into bursts.

These four forms of moves correspond to striking skills, joint skills, collapse skills, and body techniques, and when combined with each other, they can have an extraordinary effect.

The wind whistled by.

Cheng Hai easily broke through Qi Le's defense line and broke his neck with a punch.

King Kong, Sky Fire Type, Instant Iron Shatter.

The rapid advance of the Sky Fire Type and the attack move of the King Kong Type Iron Crush are the fastest moves in the Two Tiger Stream, but because the path is too straight, there is actually a risk of being seen through by veterans.

It's a pity that although Qi Le's body is good, he doesn't have the quality to see through this trick. Every time I fought with Cheng Hai, I couldn't hold up the three-in-one, and I couldn't achieve the effect of exercise at all.

"Are there any other opponents?" Cheng Hai frowned.

In fact, Qi Le can't be blamed entirely, the characters created in the dream must rely on the information he knows.

He has been pressed and beaten by him since he played with Cheng Hai, and he can't play three points with his strength. After Cheng Hai was defeated because of the backlash, Qi Le didn't expect his skyrocketing strength, and most of his combat power was abolished by one punch.

Therefore, the Qi Le constructed from this memory is not much better than a wooden stake.

Fortunately, Qi Le is really not the only one who has fought with Cheng Hai.

"You really have the courage to face me again, Cheng Hai."

A man strides out of the void with a playful smile on his face.

"Yes, I'm waiting for you to tell me the bank password, I'm short of money." Cheng Hai shrugged.

"You should also know that you don't have this memory. So I want to tell you, I don't know. The wizard joked.

"Then it seems that this dream is useless." Cheng Hai spread his hands.

"Hahaha, stop talking nonsense, I know what you want to do." The wizard hooked his fingers.

"Oh, my men are defeated."

As soon as Cheng Hai let out a mockery, he heard a piercing sound of breaking wind.

A tremendous force struck him in the chest, just like the first night of church.

Cheng Hai's body slammed into the wall, and the whole person lost consciousness.

"Oh, that's cool."

The three wizards put their hands behind their heads and dissipated into vanity contentedly.

"Your Sister's ......"

Cheng Hai regained consciousness and sat up with his knees hugged, helplessness written on his face.

The apostle is an apostle after all, and if he hadn't wanted to make him into a soul lamp and kept his hand, the witch could have scattered his soul with a single punch.

Although the replication in this dream only reflects the tip of the iceberg of the wizard's strength, it is still too exaggerated for ordinary people.

Obviously, he is also not a qualified sparring partner.

"This hanging isn't powerful enough......"

Cheng Hai sighed and lay down in big characters and closed his eyes.

It's time for dawn, and it's time for him to wake up.

Although tonight's training had little effect, he had a different feeling.

His biggest headache right now is the hallucinations of ghosts. In his detached state, he is able to move and think freely, and can even create realistic replicas.

If he can inspire it in the next illusion, maybe he can have a chance to turn against the guest.

Only when this conjecture proved to be valid did he take the first step against the lanky ghost.