The dim candle flame swayed slightly, steaming out the fishy smell in the air.

Digging through the wizard's bookshelf, another hour passed.

Unlike the usual plots in games, wizards don't have a habit of keeping a diary to explain the ins and outs. However, despite his unscrupulous private life, he was quite decent in his attitude towards witchcraft.

His shelves were full of manuscripts on witchcraft, and many of the academic papers that would have seemed lofty by the title were written by him.

Putting aside the identity of an apostle, he is estimated to be quite famous in the circle.

"Found it!"

Cheng Hai flipped out a black notebook, on which the word "analysis" was simply written.

The notebook was filled with scattered papers, each with a photograph on it, and an old newspaper cut out of which was pasted underneath.

The protagonist of the first page has a pig's head, a large body made of a variety of creatures, none other than Areth, one of the eight apostles.

"Aleth, serving Igoronac, Lord of the Fallen, traits: Regeneration, Plague. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, he was active in the Western continent, which detonated the Great Western Plague of 1918......" Cheng Hai flipped through the newspaper clippings, his face changed slightly.

Although he was not yet born at that time, the plague at that time spread to the whole world, infected as many as 1 billion people, and killed nearly 40 million!

How can this catastrophe, which killed more people than in the first global war, not be impressive!

"...... Arles"

Cheng Hai chattered the name, his index finger trembling slightly.

The devil is often used to describe people who act unusually cruelly. But when he looked further down, almost every outbreak of cholera, AIDS, and coronavirus disease had a presence in the city.

Compared to him, the devil may be nothing.

If it weren't for the succession of medical researchers, the world might not be what it is today.

"Forget it, we'll talk about this later." Cheng Hai closed his eyes and suppressed the resentment in his heart.

The more angry you are, the more you should understand your own insignificance.

His current enemy is the lanky ghost, and only by solving it can he be liberated.

That's when it's time to get in trouble with someone else!

Opening his eyes again, Cheng Hai's gaze returned to calm.

After changing his mood, he made a new discovery.

"There is a cross at the bottom of the data, is the information suspicious? Or is it a must-kill list? ”

Cheng Hai frowned and thought of an extremely ridiculous possibility: "This guy will never have a relationship with the judgment and start investigating the ghosts in the organization in advance, right?" ”

Opened the second page with questions, and this time it was the turn of Brother Salted Fish.

"The Six-Eyed Flying Fish, serving the great Cthulhu, Lord of the Deep, traits: Mind Manipulation, Calling the Wind and Rain. Lives at Fort Chike and is often active in the Bermuda Triangle......"

Bermuda, a forbidden area of death known to the world as the Devil's Delta.

For nearly 100 years, hundreds of planes and ships have disappeared as they pass through the area, leaving no wreckage behind, for reasons that remain unknown.

Countless scientists have analyzed this and put forward the theory of magnetic field, sea cave and infrasound, but there has been no consensus conclusion.

Later, the folk rumors became more and more mysterious, and hypotheses such as the black hole theory, the alien theory and the time travel theory were put forward successively, which became more and more outrageous.

But it is precisely because of these hypotheses that these mysterious unsolved mysteries are even more emotional to read. So most people are more willing to believe that these bizarre claims are what the Bermuda Triangle was originally like.

Of course, not everyone believes in such magical things. They cited scriptures and studied them carefully, and put forward a third type of hypothesis on the Internet - this TMD is all nonsense.

Ahem, it's far away.

In short, let's disprove all previous hypotheses and believe in the witch's. Although Bermuda devoured many lives, it was not a level of existence compared to the brutal Ares.

It's no wonder that the trial has always been dissatisfied with Brother Salted Fish's sabotage.

Looking further down, a cross was drawn underneath his profile.

"It's also a fork ......"

Cheng Hai narrowed his eyes, wrote the two names in his notebook, and looked at the next information.

"Lady of the Night, serving the spider god Atrak Nakoya, trait: Toxin. The warlords who control the Central Continent provoke perennial wars......"

"War?" Cheng Hai frowned.

The war in the Central Continent lasted for many years, and although it was under the banner of faith, it was actually an entanglement of interests in essence. Even without the intervention of the Night Lady, the situation there would not be much better.

So, is the role of the Night Lady really crucial?

Perhaps with the same suspicions as Cheng Hai, the wizard underlined his analysis of the war and put a question mark at the end of the document.

"It seems that this guy is really investigating the ghosts, no wonder the trial trusts him so much."

Cheng Hai turned the next page, and suddenly smiled: "But it's okay, it saved me a lot of effort, and the report of the next meeting has been settled." ”

"Blood Moon, serving the moon god Naia Ratotip, trait: beast. A veteran of the Moon War, who tried to enslave the people of the moon seventy years ago and launched a war on the surface of the moon, which led to the near extinction of the people of the moon......"

"Huh?" Cheng Hai was stunned.

Whether it's plague or war, he knows it all.

You suddenly tell him that there are people on the moon and that he has been at war, and this involves his knowledge blind spot.

But if you insist on, it makes sense.

After all, the recorded war took place before the moon landing, and by the time humans went up, the warring sides had already evacuated. All humans can see is a devastated wasteland.

In this regard, the mark given by the wizard is a question mark.

Although he is not small, he is by no means omnipotent, and it is difficult for him to obtain evidence of what happened on the moon.

"Then it's two to two now."

Cheng Hai thought for a moment and looked at the next person.

This time, it's his turn to be the omen of death, the lanky ghost!

"Elongated ghost, never speaks, difficult to reason, the lord of service is unknown, characteristics: omnipresent, spiritually erosive. Anyone who looks directly at or is looked at by him is cursed, wherever he is, whether through images or dreams.

Those who persist in not dying for a month under the torture of hallucinations will be detected by the main body and will eventually be preserved as treasures......"

"Treasure ......"

Cheng Hai frowned, thinking of the two soul lights. I don't know what the lanky ghost will do to him if he catches him.

Further down the book, it's the stingy deeds of a slender ghost.

This guy once distributed his selfie video on the Internet, and then reposted it with the cooperation of sand sculpture netizens, causing a huge meme spread in the Free Federation. Compared to the plague of Ares, the casualties caused are not too many!

"This group of apostles is really more outrageous than the other."

Cheng Hai patted his forehead, feeling a sense of exhaustion from using his brain, "I just don't know what the effect of that mental erosion is." ”

At this moment, a forbidden eye grew out of his forehead and responded—I know.

"You know?" Cheng Hai was stunned.

The Forbidden Eye hinted - you give me a bite.

Cheng Hai: "......"

Take a bite, mental nibble?

"No need! I get it! Cheng Hai hurriedly refused.

Thinking back to the reaction of the Night Lady in the illusion, he might not survive tonight.

"That's it, let's rest after reading this, it's too early to think about this." Cheng Hai rubbed his sour eyebrows.

That is, he is too tired to forget about it.

It's like you have to have gas to drive, and if you want to find a way to fight the slender ghost, you have to have the corresponding chips.

Either you can eat the witchcraft book in your hand, or you can make good use of this system and brush up on the god surrender qualification of the corresponding level as the Evil Ghost Knight.

It's all water grinding work, and it's not something that can be done overnight.

It's already past two o'clock in the morning, and there is only one copy of the last document left in hand.

"Little Love, the Lord of Servant blasphemed the Twins (doubtful), Characteristics: Physically powerful, once clashed with the native gods, and the aftermath of the battle caused the Tunguska explosion. I like the western-style little cakes, and the lucky color is red. All in all, very cute......"

Cheng Hai: "??? ”

No, what are you writing behind this?

You can check it! I'm afraid you don't have a hole in your brain!

According to this description, the twins are at least a few hundred years old, right? You can also taste this kind of Lori?!

"No wonder he was sentenced to death by Ghost Rider!"

Cheng Hai was emotionally agitated, and suddenly felt dizzy.

His mental condition has reached the limit, and he really can't hold on any longer.

Walking back home tiredly, Cheng Hai snored as soon as he fell.

Suddenly, his body jerked and he sat up in a daze.

"I ...... Did you forget something? ”

Muttering a glance at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning.

What should he have done at such a late hour?

"Ah, yes......"

He patted his head, opened the wizard's social account, and found the column of Little Love Lori.

"Good night little love~"

This is the habit of male witches, and they must say a good night before going to bed every day.

Xiao Ai's reply soon came: "Get out! ”

It's black love.

"Hoo ......"

Cheng Hai breathed a long sigh of relief and fell asleep with confidence.

Role-playing is a real headache.