"It's not the same time, but it's the same toilet, now the second experiment begins!"

A loud voice sounded in a public toilet in the suburbs, startling the man who was putting water in the urinal.

In the compartment, Cheng Hai was holding a handful of flowers, and under his feet was a circle drawn of graphite.

This was the second time he had drawn the circle, the last time it had been when he had lured the wizard forward.

There was a glass of water in the middle of the circle, and Cheng Hai planned to sacrifice it to the evil god to prove his conjecture.

"Let's get started."

Cheng Hai whispered, the flowers in his hands withered like mud, and the faint vitality was injected into the magic circle through the transmission of the forbidden eye.

A blood-colored light shrouded the formation, and a strange change took place.

In Cheng Hai's expectant gaze, the cup was engulfed in red light, and Qi Er disappeared.

"Ollie, it's done!"

I don't know if the excited shouting was too sudden, or the gloomy magic circle suppressed the aura, the man outside became more and more flustered, and his little hands shook and increased the drainage.

"The last tuba was still shocked, it can't be a neurosis, right?"

It was as if his soul twitched twice, and the man pulled up the zipper and was about to run, but he made a mistake in his busy schedule and bent down in pain.

Inside the compartment, a mutation protrusions!

The dim light flashed again, and the vanished water cup appeared in mid-air, sprinkled on the umbrella that Cheng Hai had already prepared.

"The sacrifice was rejected...... Cheng Hai muttered to himself.

That's good news.

At the very least, his formation was in effect, and his method of casting spells that transmitted life force through the Forbidden Eye proved to be viable.

Furthermore, he didn't feel any discomfort. This also shows that this level of teasing has not angered the person on the other side.

"It's not a public toilet after all, so there's a price to pay for coming and leaving." Cheng Hai sneered.

It had been a long time since something big had happened on the level of the wizard's record, and it was more like they were afraid of something than they weren't interested.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

As soon as Cheng Hai finished speaking, there was a sound of falling outside. If he walked out at this time, he could still see a figure crawling out of the public toilet.

"Eight of the twenty flowers withered, and if eight flowers were to be taken as the most basic unit of measurement, then it would take five times as much to cast a slightly more useful ghost-summoning technique. But the mind that was consumed was ......" Cheng Hai threw the flowers into the garbage basket, slightly tired.

Although this method is feasible, it is not very useful, he can't always hold a wreath and fight with people, right?

After briefly cleaning up the scene with a mop, Cheng Hai left the toilet.

Nearby is a cemetery on the outskirts of the city, with no other buildings within a hundred miles, and it is the only place where you can practice your skills in order not to be seen.

As for why you are here, the purpose is also clear - to trigger the mission of that closed system.

Supernatural ghosts are not easy to find, and when he grew so big, he ran into a group last night.

He originally wanted to use artists as the first object to practice, but the resources in his hands were too small, and Xu Qiufan refused to give him information, so he had no way to start.

And so he came here.

The place where the dead are buried is more likely to encounter strange things than in other places.

The afternoon wind smells very dry.

Finely crumbled mud was rolled up by fallen leaves, rolling on the gray stone path.

Cheng Hai stopped in front of a tombstone and laid down a bouquet of flowers.

In front of me is an empty grave with the names of more than 200 people written on the tombstone, which is used to pay tribute to those who died in that shipwreck.

"Mom, Dad, I haven't seen you in a long time."

Cheng Hai folded his hands and bowed three times to the front.

"I don't know what you like, I just bought some fruit. But guess what's in store for you? Cheng Hai said mysteriously.

It's just that no one can respond to him.

But this did not affect Cheng Hai's interest in talking to himself, and continued to sell Guanzi: "Guess what, don't be so serious." ”

"Don't guess, I'm telling you, I might have to go down to you next year, isn't it surprising? Unhappy? ”

Perhaps hearing Cheng Hai's call, a pair of eyes poked out of the tombstone behind him, taking in his neurotic conversation.

The smile gradually subsided, and Cheng Hai's expression returned to normal.

"Hehehe, but it's better if you're gone."

"At least you don't need a white-haired person to send a black-haired person."

He walked over to another tombstone and took out a bottle of wine along with the flowers.

"Old man, I'm coming."

Cheng Hai put down his things, took a cigarette and lit it for himself, sat on the ground, and put one in front of the tombstone.

Here is buried the director of the orphanage, who died a year ago.

The old dean liked to smoke very much during his lifetime, and even Cheng Hai learned from him.

After discovering this situation, the old dean quit smoking for a period of time in order to lead by example. But the good times didn't last long, and in less than a month, he was caught by Cheng Hai when he was stealing on the rooftop.

Recalling his embarrassed look at the time, Cheng Hai still couldn't help but laugh now.

The old dean has no children and no daughters, so he cares about the children in the orphanage, and everyone likes him very much.

That time was Cheng Hai's happiest days. He thought he could grow up like any other child, until the accident happened.

"Hoo ......"

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Cheng Hai sighed: "After that day, I left the orphanage, but I didn't expect you to live to be a hundred years old." ”

He poured a glass of wine for the dean and respectfully sprinkled it in front of the grave, and he continued: "I can't drink with you if I have something to do today, so I'll tell you about other people's affairs." ”

"After you left, the orphanage was closed in less than half a year. But don't worry, the little ghost didn't disappoint you, he is now the big boss, and after knowing this, he helped the remaining children in the courtyard find adoptive families.

The rest of the little guys were doing well, Er Ya became a fashion designer, and although the slugs were still mixed around the construction site, he earned more than anyone else in a month.

The only thing that doesn't make it is a small preserved egg. But that guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he just met a rich woman at the beginning of this year, and he got married in less than three months hahaha......"

Cheng Hai smiled and smiled, and suddenly felt a panic.

"Old man......"

Cheng Hai spilled the wine in front of the grave, then poured another glass, shook the glass gently, and then drank it all.

"I miss you."

Cheng Hai put down the glass, and the bitterness of the wine remained at the corner of his mouth.

No matter how big the world is, it can't be more than the grace of nurturing, but it's a pity that he doesn't have this blessing to repay.

He was nothing more than a man who brought misfortune......

At this moment, the forbidden eye opened from the back of his neck, Cheng Hai suddenly turned around, and an uninvited guest was floating behind him!

"Accessible Mission Detected: Kill the Dark Elf (Hatchling)"

"Objective: Kill the Dark Elf (Larvae)"

"Target Trait: Devour"

"Threat Level: Normal."

"Mission Reward: C-level God Descent Qualification once."

"Hint: Kill her while she's young!"