Chen Xi lay on the bed for a night, didn't close his eyes, and as soon as he closed his eyes, the dry and terrifying face of the ghost master appeared in front of him. The previous time he faced the Cangyan Ghost Mother and the Ghost Mother, he was the hand that controlled the Molten Inferior Demon, and he didn't directly kill the Nether Ghost Mother. The experience in the illusion is not counted, he has never killed anyone with his own hands before, but he almost killed that guy last night, and in that cruel way of draining his body.

Chen Xi is a coward, he has lived for seventeen years, and he has not even killed a chicken before. Before the demolition, his family lived in a small three-story building, and he lived in that house for ten years, but he never dared to go up to the third floor alone, just because the third floor had no windows, the lights were dim, and it was full of debris.

He was afraid of ghosts, of those ethereal things, of the dead, and of the death of animals with red blood would make him afraid, let alone kill.

He thought of the ruthless people in the Zgrad Academy who were professional at slashing monsters, if they found that they had the ability to devour the flesh and blood of others, would they hunt down themselves like they were chasing dangerous species?

He thought that he was a player who had completed the novice task, and he should go out of the novice village to cut down those third-level wild boars, fourth-level hares or other wild monsters. As a result, as soon as I left the village, those players sharpened their knives and stared at themselves, it turned out that I was the monster.

The boy's dream is to become a superhero, not to be a villain who is on the news because he was killed, and watch the people of the whole country celebrate because he was killed.

is to become a peerless hero who walks the world, not to become a big devil who was stabbed to death by the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and used as a stepping stone to fame.

It was the prince who married a beautiful princess who cut off the dragon's head in Western knight novels, not the poor big reptile who had his head cut off.

But Chen Xi felt that the ability to control demons before was enough, after all, Maoshan Imperial Ghost was also a decent family. But the ability to use blood tentacles to suck the flesh and blood of enemies, souls, and divine substances that awakened last night is not the work of a positive character at first glance. It belongs to the scum who was killed at the beginning of the novel, the dragon trick who was killed at the turning stage, the villain who was killed at the climax stage, and the final boss who was killed at the end. Nothing good will end in any way.

Another point, when Chen Xi tried to kill the ghost master and devour his flesh and blood, he didn't feel any guilt but felt very natural and comfortable, just like eating steak with a knife and fork. Is it really himself that person with cold eyes, who treats human life like a mustard, and whose heart is full of tyrannical emotions? He couldn't help but think about it, and felt shuddering.

There was a knock on the door.

Who? Pretend that no one is good, and that they should knock for a while and leave. Chen Xi decided to ignore him.

But the knocking on the door has not stopped, and the frequency has not changed, as if the people outside are not in a hurry at all, and they are sure that there are people inside.

Chen Xi had no choice but to open the door, and standing outside the door was a white teenager in a simple black suit, with golden broken hair, who looked like he was about 15 years old.

In the south in late May, the highest temperature has risen to more than 30 degrees Celsius, but he looked at the tightly covered teenager in front of him, but there was no sweat on his pale face. If Chen Xi hadn't seen that he had a shadow, he would probably have treated him as a ghost, but the ghost should not be able to appear under the scorching sun.

"Let's go, young man," the teenager said in fluent Chinese.

"Who are you?" Do I know you? Tell me to come with you as soon as you open your mouth, and you look younger than me and call me a young man?

The boy glanced at Chen Xi, his fingertips brushed the back of his hand, and a badge appeared, and then he was thrown to him.

Chen Xi took it and took a look, the black-gold metal, and the feeling that resonated with the blood night flowing in his skin, this was a divine blood badge. The front is engraved with an S, and like him, there are countless clock patterns carved on the back, but the boy's one is covered in blood-colored dirt.

Isn't it supposed to be rare for an S-class bloodline? Looks smaller than yourself. There is also Tang Youde, the head of the Gyeongnam Provincial Branch of the Special Operations Division of the National Security Bureau, the job title sounds so long, it feels like a bullish coax, but it's just a B-level, this guy can't be a relation, right? casually ran into an S-class, it seems that the B-level is not very powerful.

Chen Xi changed his shoes and went out with the boy. Although I don't know where the young man in front of me is sacred, it is impossible to fake the Divine Blood Badge, each Divine Blood Badge is exclusive to someone and cannot be used by others. Moreover, Tang Youde said that the academy's control of Zgrad alloy is extremely strict, and the specific formula is in the hands of a few people. This is also the reason why Zgrad alloys are so rare.

The Divine Blood Badge proves that this guy is not a bad guy and should not hurt himself. Moreover, the Divine Blood Emblem also has the ability to locate and record. However, could it be that the academy found out that he cultivated the martial arts of the evil sect, and wanted to let himself abolish the martial arts, and then expel himself from the sect.

I've only been dreaming of a superhero for a few days, and now I want to be an ordinary person, if I want to say that it doesn't matter, it's a lie, and I must be unwilling, but I won't resist, because it's better to be an ordinary person alive than to be caught and beheaded in the downtown as a villain, and then my head has to be hung on the city wall.

Aren't the villains in most stories have a bleak ending? Chen Xi is still a salted fish in his bones, the salted fish turned over but he was fried on a different side, you said that you want to turn him back, he will not resist, after all, he is just a salted fish.

"Are you from Zgrad Academy?" asked Chen Xi.

"Zgrad Academy?" replied the boy after a pause.

"Freshmen?"

"No," the boy said, shaking his head

"Senior?" Chen Xi asked cautiously. Damn, it can't really be a senior, right? I already have a senior sister of the same age, and now I have to call a young senior who looks a few years younger than me, and I feel very shameless.

"You shouldn't call me a senior, I didn't go to that school. But I founded that university with some of my old friends, and they must have all passed away by now," the boy had a look of remembrance in his eyes.

It seems that the university has been established for a long time, right? At least Minister Tang studied there decades ago.

"Excuse me, are you Guigeng?" Chen Xi asked cautiously.

"More than 200 years old, I can't remember exactly. I have the power of time in my hands. The passage of time will leave no trace on me. The boy thought for a moment and said, "Before I was a hundred years old, I would remember my age, but then I felt that it was too troublesome, so I didn't want to remember it anymore." Birthday parties are no longer held. When I was young, I was very happy on my birthday, but then my old friends died one by one, and I felt bored. People like me don't really like to meet new people. You know, I've lived too long, and I've done so much to introduce myself to different people, and I'm really tired. And although the times are constantly changing, there are so many tricks for birthday parties, and they will always get tired. That's why I can't remember my birthday."

More than 200 years old, you are more Tianshan Tong than Tianshan Tongmao. Chen Xi was a little unconvinced, but the way he looked at the "boy", the kind of vicissitudes that had been experienced by the years, really shouldn't appear in the eyes of a fifteen-year-old boy. No matter how good a young actor is, he can't perform the vicissitudes of a real old man, after all, even if you remember some truths in your mind, but you haven't experienced it, you can't really understand it after all.

"And what should I call you?" You're older than my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather.

"My name is Cesar Demville, you can just call me Cesar. If you call me old man or something while walking down the road, it will cause misunderstanding and unnecessary trouble," Cesar said.