I want to kill a god before I die

"I deliberately used the best oil paint and spent a lot of effort." The store manager is very satisfied.

"No, it's just human eyes."

Cheng Hai looked at the grey-haired store manager and asked, "Right, artist?"

Hearing this, Xu Qiufan suddenly turned his head.

"I am over-flattered."

The store manager smiled modestly, apparently taking the artist as a compliment.

"Don't do this, it will appear that I have admitted the wrong person, which is very embarrassing." Cheng Hai frowned.

"what?"

The store manager looked puzzled, and didn't understand what Cheng Hai meant.

"Okay, it seems that I made a mistake."

Cheng Hai lowered his hands and returned to his seat.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiufan asked in a low voice.

"Take something, and remind you by the way, it's time to work."

Cheng Hai picked up the cane, unfolded the blade with a "clank", and stabbed it into the suitcase.

Inside the suitcase was the corpse of the impostor. Although he had died overnight, the remaining energy was still far beyond the ordinary bouquet.

The space he was in was vibrating, and the surrounding area was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two waiters were both girls, and they screamed in fright when they encountered this scene.

"Are you still pretending?"

Cheng Hai's gaze was determined, without any laziness.

After being in a daze for a long time, the store manager finally lost his kind face.His hair turned back to black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a funny smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, he is a real artist.

"Take your supernatural powers away." The artist laughed.

"Why?"

"If you really want to do it, there will be quite a commotion. Since you are the first person to find me, how about we fight in another way?"

Cheng Hai thought for a while and pulled out his cane.

"can."

The light returned, and Cheng Hai also sat down, leaning on the back of the chair and asked: "How to play?"

"Can Master Guicha agree?" the artist laughed.

"You guys play, I'll take a look." Xu Qiufan spread his hands and said.

This place is near the main street, if a fight really happened, I'm afraid it would cause a lot of casualties.

If you can reduce the impact, let them go.

"So much the better."

The artist's smile gradually subsided, and he said seriously: "Before that, I want to ask, is there something wrong with my painting?"

"question"

Cheng Hai thought for a while and said, "Normally, I don't know how to read it either. It's just that I happened to see someone putting cat's eyes up for sale a few days ago, and I accidentally got inspired. After all, your eyes are too real." some."

Of course, the most fundamental reason is that no one can lie under the gaze of taboo eyes.

"That's how it is, it's too real"

The artist pondered for a moment, then smiled.

"Then, let's introduce the rules."

He clapped his hands, and the two waitresses came to his side very consciously.

"This is my latest work. Among these two people, one is a ghoul and the other is a normal human. You only need to find the real ghoul among them within 10 minutes, and you will win."

"That's it?" Cheng Hai raised his eyebrows.

Ghouls are similar in appearance to humans, with slight differences in smell and skin.Although Cheng Hai was not familiar with this, if it was Xu Qiufan who came, it would not be difficult.

"That's all, but your conclusion must convince me."

That is to say, you can't rely on it.

"Can I check at will?" Cheng Hai asked again.

"Of course, they will fully cooperate with your inspection, even if you have to strip them naked. Of course, if you can finish it within 10 minutes." The artist said with a smile.

Cheng Hai glanced at the two of them and nodded.

After all, it is the highlight of attracting customers in the cafe, with a curvy body and good looks, which is very exciting.

He stepped forward and sniffed their necks.

Except for the very faint smell of perfume, there was no trace of blood, nor did it have the unique smell of Kazuko.

"Could it be that you pulled out their Hezi?"

"Smart." The artist laughed.

He has carefully transformed the two people, both in smell and appearance, they are so similar that it is almost impossible to tell them apart from the outside.

What a cruel man.

"last question."

Cheng Hai stretched out a finger, "Has anyone among them ever eaten someone?"

"No." The artist shook his head.

"very good."

Cheng Hai smiled, grabbed the hands of the two waiters, and cut them off with a single blow!

"what!!!"

Painful screams resounded in the coffee shop. Cheng Hai held the two amputated hands and looked at them for a while, then smiled and said, "It seems that the answer is already obvious."

Chapter 39 Offensive and defensive exchanges

In the noisy coffee shop, there was a smell of blood.

Xu Qiufan silently put down his half-drinked coffee, his eyes twitching.

Cheng Hai's behavior style is still too violent.

Sure enough, he shouldn't be allowed to learn necromancy.

The artist's smile has long since disappeared, and his voice trembles.

"You cheated"

"What? Didn't you say that you can check it at will? Haven't I done an autopsy yet?"

Cheng Hai showed the wound to the artist. On the section of one of the hands, flesh and blood were squirming slightly, which is the unique self-healing ability of ghouls.

After all, artists are good at camouflage rather than science. It is still too difficult to transform human beings into this way.

"Bastard! I want you to observe, not destroy my work!"

Just like yesterday's counterfeit, the artist's eyes were blackened by Cheng Hai's actions.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, you didn't make it clear to me just now."

Unprecedentedly, Cheng Hai persuaded the artist, "Why don't we count this round and replace it with me to propose a problem, and we have another round?"

"you?"

The artist raised his head, his face softened slightly.

"Correct."

Cheng Hai said with a smile: "I heard that you are good at camouflage and concealment. I will let you run for 10 minutes to find a place to hide. Then I will go to you, and the time limit is 10 minutes. There are three rounds in total, as long as you are not caught once If I find it, you win, how?"

"Let me run for 10 minutes first?"

The artist's eyes widened, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.

Is this kid belittling him?

"It's too short? Three or ten minutes is fine." Cheng Hai continued.

"Ten minutes is enough!" the artist gasped.

"Don't say I'm bullying you, let's take a step back, 15 minutes."

Cheng Haiping raised his hands, looking like a shrew shopping for vegetables.

The artist wanted to say something, but he saw Cheng Hai glanced at his phone and urged like chasing a child: "Start the timer, run, run, run!"

The artist was about to suffocate, but his body ran up involuntarily.

If you can't argue, then win the bet.

He once preached the teachings under the eyes of the devil, and escaped from the siege of hundreds of holy knights.For a mere fledgling wizard to claim that he can be caught three times is simply fantastic.

He must let Cheng Hai see what the art of escaping is!

After quietly observing the rear and confirming that no one was following him, the artist suddenly disappeared when he passed by a passerby.

When he reappeared, he had changed his face, and the coat on his body had also changed into a light blue sports coat.

If it wasn't for God's perspective, no one would be able to recognize him.

But that's not all, he walked into a clothing store, walked away with a lot of things like magic, and then found a separate room.

wow.

The small sounds were scattered, and on the wooden table, there were perfumes, lipsticks, and eyebrow pencils.

The artist quickly changed his clothes and sat in front of a mirror to tinker.

After a while, the artist stood up again and turned into a fashionable woman with a graceful figure and a coquettish appearance.There is a sense of charm in every gesture.

"Ah"

The corner of the artist's mouth raised, drawing a beautiful arc.

Even if Cheng Hai was standing in front of her at this moment, he might not be able to compare him with the old store manager!

What is art?

This shit is called art!

After throwing a wink at the mirror, the artist slapped his own buttocks again, twisted his slender waist, and left in satisfaction.

Him, no.

Her goal is not elsewhere, but the Sweetheart Cafe.

Aren't you Cheng Hai very capable?

I'm just sitting there, waiting to see the frustration you've been looking for for a long time.

With this in mind, the artist bought a cup of milk tea on the side of the road, held a novel, and sat on a public bench outside the cafe.

In Guliu Street, there used to be such an unspoken rule.

Lonely girls often come here to find a seat to sit down, pretending to read a book here in a reserved manner.If she happens to have a cup of Acacia Milk Tea from Hongxingfang in her hand, it won't be long before a young man with a car key will come forward to strike up a conversation.

If you just look at the right eye, the night may become very indescribable.

Although this phenomenon has been severely cracked down on before, as time goes by, it has reverted to its old ways.

Therefore, this act of the artist can be said to be quite dedicated.

In the waiting time of less than 5 minutes, seven or eight men have already returned home.

"Tsk, why hasn't he come out yet?" The artist was a little annoyed.

The 15 minutes are up, why is Cheng Hai still drinking tea with the ghost messenger?