I want to kill a god before I die

"Then how could you hurt him?" Xu Qiufan narrowed his eyes.

He participated in the encirclement and suppression operation half a month ago, and he clearly remembered that the murderer was invulnerable after transforming, and even he had nothing to do.

How could an ordinary person hurt him?

Cheng Hai explained: "The cross statue in the church contains divine power. When it was smashed, it emitted a beam of light and burned people to death. Didn't I tell you everything last night? Didn't you read the transcript?"

"I'm not from the police, so it's more troublesome to ask. And they don't know much about this, and there will be many omissions in the transcript."

"You are not from the police, are you from Huang Quan?" Cheng Hai retorted.

"Do you know Huang Quan?"

"Well, the wizard told me."

"Why did he tell you this?" Xu Qiufan was very surprised.

"When chatting, just say it." Cheng Hai opened his mouth and came.

"Did you say it during the chat?" Xu Qiufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

How could someone say such things to mortals so casually?Brain pumped?

"So what kind of organization is Huang Quan?" Cheng Hai asked again.

"Huangquan is Huangquan, the place where the dead stay, not the organization."

"Then you are dead?" Cheng Hai was a little surprised.

"Living people, ghost messengers."

Xu Qiufan gave Cheng Hai a blank look, and said: "Although most of the people in this job are ghosts, I got this job because my ancestors have some connections with the people below, so I can count as finding something to do."

"Are you robbing a dead man for a job?" Cheng Hai had a weird expression.

Is the current employment situation so severe?

"Could it be called robbing the thing of superseding?"

Xu Qiufan was furious and said, "There are so many people who die every year, there will always be a few who go wrong and stay in the world to commit crimes. No one cares about this city. What's wrong with applying for a subsidy while I'm doing business?" ?”

"Subsidy? Are you also evaluating performance every month?" Cheng Hai remembered the serious apostolic meeting.

"If you think about it too much, what the ghost messenger can get is some money, and the ability to walk in the world after death."

"The treatment is so bad, why would someone else do it?" Cheng Hai wondered.

Compared with the taboo eyes given by the trial, ordinary things like money are too cheap.

Any ghost would want to quit.

"Ah."

Xu Qiufan took a sip of tea and said with a sneer: "When you die, you will know how terrible the torture in hell is. If you can't be tortured in the underworld, who wouldn't want to come up?"

"I see." Cheng Hai knew it in his mind.

But thinking about it this way, it seems even more wicked to snatch a job with a ghost.

"wrong!"

Xu Qiufan was shocked, and realized again: "You're playing tricks on me again!"

"Don't pay attention to these details." Cheng Hai spread his hands.

"you!"

Xu Qiufan was about to explode, but Cheng Hai threw a book over.

"This is the wizard's research manuscript, you can see if it's useful." Cheng Haidao.

"An advanced tutorial on making delicious small cakes?" Xu Qiufan read out the title of the book.

"Ahem! I took the wrong book, it's this one." Cheng Hai changed the book in embarrassment.

"On the Influence of Spiritual Injection Rate on Wang Defa's Formula" Xu Qiufan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to read it.

Wang Defa is the name used by wizards in witchcraft circles.Wang Defa's formula sums up a law that causes the backlash of spellcasting. It was he who first proposed it back then, so it is named after him.

However, because the research requirements on the spiritual level were too harsh, even the wizard could not determine the parameters and perfect them into laws.

Even so, his research conclusions are already an extremely valuable asset for those who play magic.

"Where did this come from?" Xu Qiufan said excitedly.

"There is a hidden door in the mirror of his toilet, you can open it with some snacks, and there are many bookshelves inside." Cheng Hai did not hide it.

"You didn't say it earlier!" Xu Qiufan couldn't sit still and walked away.

As if thinking of something, he stopped at the door, turned around and said, "By the way, in view of the special nature of this incident, you can make an exception for your private purchase of firearms, but you have to write a letter of guarantee and send it to the police station." .

One more thing, don't touch this man's witchcraft!The necromantic witchcraft he uses is different from other spells, it must be cast with life as the guide, and it will kill people! "

"Yes, I see." Cheng Hai agreed.

Xu Qiufan looked at him suspiciously, distrust was written all over his face.

After all, human curiosity will always run rampant like a cockroach.

Cheng Hai shrugged and poured himself a cup of tea as if nothing had happened.

Outside the window, the sun is rising, which is a good time to study.

"Forget it, if I see signs, I'll take another shot."

Unable to restrain his desire for knowledge, Xu Qiufan quickly ran downstairs.

After he left, Cheng Hai also unsurprisingly took out an introductory textbook on witchcraft from under the cushion.

The price of necromantic witchcraft is clearly written in the book, so he naturally understands it.

But fate didn't give him too many choices. If he didn't use all available resources like a sponge, what chance would he have of winning?

"There are a total of 64 basic talismans. After the talismans are drawn, magic power is injected into them, and a specific combination can be constructed to produce corresponding effects. Although necromantic witchcraft uses the same set of talismans, due to the source of inspiration It is life, and the effect is much more terrifying than ordinary witchcraft. The wizard gained life through sacrifice, so he can use it freely, but what about me?" Cheng Hai put down his book and fell into thinking.

He didn't have any mana, and he was even more short of lifespan.

It seems rather unrealistic to expect to make progress in this field.

"If it's just pure vitality, does the life of others also have an effect?"

Cheng Hai raised his head, stared at the yellowed ceiling, and flashed a dangerous thought.

The crisp birdsong disturbs the morning light.

A vigorous man stepped on the air conditioner and went downstairs, embarking on the road of testing the truth.

Chapter 13 Tribute

"Although it is not the same time, but the same toilet, now start the second experiment!"

The loud voice rang out in a public toilet in the suburbs, making the man who was pouring water into the urinal tremble with fright.

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

This is the second time he has drawn this magic circle, the last time was when he lured the wizard to come forward.

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

"let's start."

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

The bloody light shrouded the pattern, and a strange change took place.

Under Cheng Hai's expectant gaze, the cup was engulfed in red light and disappeared in a flash.

"Ollie, it's done!"

I don't know if the excited yell was too sudden, or the gloomy magic circle suppressed the aura, the man outside became more and more flustered, his little hand trembled, increasing the displacement.

"The last tuba was startled, can't he be a psychopath?"

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

In the compartment, mutations protrude!

The already dimmed light reappeared, and the disappearing glass of water appeared in mid-air, sprinkled on the umbrella that Cheng Hai had already prepared.

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

This is good news.

At least, his formation has worked, and his casting method of transmitting vitality through the Forbidden Eye has also been proved to be feasible.

Furthermore, he didn't feel any discomfort.This also shows that this level of teasing did not offend the person on the other end.

"After all, this is not a public toilet. You have to pay a price if you come and leave." Cheng Hai sneered.

It's been a long time since a big event like the level in the wizard's record has happened. Rather than saying that they are not interested, it is better to say that they are afraid of something.

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is interested.

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

"Eight out of twenty flowers have withered. If eight flowers are regarded as the most basic unit of measurement, then it will take five times as much to cast a slightly more effective ghost-calling technique. But it takes as much energy as possible." Cheng Hai threw the flowers away Into the trash can, a little tired.

Although this method is feasible, it is not used much. He can't hold a wreath and fight with others, right?

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

Nearby is a cemetery in the suburbs. There are no other buildings within a hundred miles. In order not to be witnessed, this is also the only place where you can practice your hands.

As for why they came here, the purpose is also very clear to trigger the task of the autistic system.

Supernatural ghosts are not easy to find, and he only encountered a group of them last night when he was so old.

He originally wanted to use artists as the first object of training, but he had too few resources, and Xu Qiufan refused to give him information, so he couldn't start.

So he came here.

It stands to reason that the place where the dead are buried is more likely to encounter strange things than other places.

The wind in the afternoon smelled very dry.

Fine clods of mud were rolled up by fallen leaves, rolling on the gray-white stone path.

Cheng Hai stopped in front of a tombstone and put down a bunch of flowers.

In front of him was an empty tomb, with the names of more than 200 people written on the tombstones, which were used to commemorate those who died in the shipwreck that year.

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

Cheng Hai clasped his palms together and bowed three times to the front.

"I don't know what you like, I just bought some fruits. But guess what surprise I prepared for you?" Cheng Hai asked mysteriously.

But, no one could respond to him.

But this didn't affect Cheng Hai's interest in talking to himself, and continued to play tricks: "Guess what, don't be so serious."

"It's fine if you don't guess, let me tell you, I may go down to find you next year, is it unexpected? Are you happy?"

Perhaps hearing Cheng Hai's call, a pair of eyes poked out from the tombstone behind him, taking a panoramic view of his nervous conversation.

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

"Hehehe, but it's good for you to go."

"At least there is no need for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person."

He walked to another tombstone, took out flowers and a bottle of wine at the same time.

"Old man, here I come."

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

The head of the orphanage is buried here. He passed away a year ago, and he is at the end of his life.

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

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

Recalling his embarrassing expression at that time, Cheng Hai still couldn't help laughing.

The old dean has no children, so he takes extra care for the children in the orphanage, and everyone likes him very much.