"Gululu..."

The artist was frightened and his face changed drastically, and he swallowed the sea water into his mouth frantically.

Cheng Hai had floated behind him at some point, and his eyes were filled with a strange light.

"You lost!"

Cheng Hai said this, but he was not like an artist, filled with sea water.

"Um!"

The artist pushed Cheng Hai away and went upstream like crazy.

Strange!

It's so weird!

He felt like a mouse being played with by a naughty cat.

The more you run, the faster you die.

but,

And had to run.

Because of this cat,

His death notice has been issued!

"Want to know the answer?"

Cheng Hai appeared next to the artist again, his limbs did not move, but went hand in hand with him.

The artist's eyes widened and was about to resist, but Cheng Hai grabbed his shoulder and could not move.

"withered."

Cheng Hai's calm words made the artist who was already in desperate situation even worse.

The coldness and suffocation blur the artist's brain. His strength is passing quickly, and at the same time, his magnificent vitality is also gone.

"Why……"

On his dying moment, the artist made a begging sound.

“It’s very simple.”

Cheng Hai smiled and said, "Open your eyes."

"Open...eyes?"

The artist seemed to feel something and slowly opened his eyes.

The cold sea water disappeared in an instant.

He returned to the familiar coffee shop.

Beside him, the two waiters who had been following him had been controlled by Xu Qiufan, but their hands were good.

In front of him, Cheng Hai was grabbing his shoulders and smiling palely.

"Did you figure it out?"

"Hahaha...so that's it..."

The artist smiled weakly, his body withered rapidly, and had become a shriveled old man.

final,

He died, quietly.

He fell into this inconspicuous little cafe forever.

"vomit!"

Cheng Hai retching in pain, feeling dizzy.

This protracted battle consumed too much for him.

"The target has died, the mission [Kill the Artist] has been completed."

"The host now has a chance to draw a divine deduction qualification. Will it be used?"

"Qualification is being drawn..."

"You have obtained the C-level designated god descendant: Kawamen Kazujiro."

"Are you okay?" Xu Qiufan asked.

Cheng Hai sat on the chair, tilting his head and breathing.

The creature like ghoul has extremely strong vitality. As one of the best, the artist is systematically rated as C, so Cheng Hai will naturally not underestimate him.

Not to mention how much casualties it would cause when fighting with them on the street, if he ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, he and Xu Qiufan might not have caught him.

After all, that guy's record is there.

So, he must be trapped before the fight begins.

Xu Qiufan's dragon-binding array has a forward sway, and it is not suitable for it.

In summary, Cheng Hai chose illusion.

The artist is a proud man, but also a mediocre person.

Now is different from the situation where hundreds of holy knights were hunted down.

Cheng Hai is very weak and does not pose a threat to him.

If he fled in panic when the painting was exposed in person, it would be a great shame in his life!

So, as long as he is given a chance, he will definitely find a way to get back the scene.

So, Cheng Hai made him have a dream.

This dream was constructed by the artist's understanding of the world, so the details will be in line with his own cognition and are more realistic than reality. Then Cheng Hai invaded his dream and used the ability to control the dream and followed the artist like a ghost.

The real difficulty is that when the artist enters his dream, reality cannot be stimulated, otherwise it will be easily awakened and all his previous efforts will be wasted.

That's why Cheng Hai made the second bet, putting pressure on the artist and making him doubt his cognition.

The more chaotic the artist's thinking, the stronger Cheng Hai's ability in his cognition and the greater the operational space.

Maybe he became a doctor after a long illness. While suffering from ghosts, Cheng Hai also had some experience in hallucinations.

Things are going more smoothly than expected.

When Cheng Hai finally used the withered witchcraft to absorb the artist's vitality, he already thought he was dead in his dream. The dream reached an agreement with the senses in reality, so he failed to wake up in time and break up Cheng Hai's situation.

So, the artist died and was convinced.

"You can deal with these two people. The short-haired one is just a ghoul, but it has never eaten anyone. I... go home first."

Cheng Hai stood up staggeringly and walked outside.

His spirit is now exhausted. If the ghost takes advantage of the situation, he will have no power to resist at all.

"Are you okay?"

Looking at Cheng Hai's shaking appearance, Xu Qiufan hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

The ending of the matter surprised him a little.

When he heard Cheng Hai shouting out the artist's name, he was ready for a big battle, but unexpectedly he solved it without any bloodshed.

If it weren't for him, this street might have been in the news tomorrow.

Shocked! A couple had a murder on the street, and the truth was that!

"Not worry."

Cheng Hai shook his head and patted his suitcase, "If you have time, I'll sell this for me."

"Uh... OK."

Xu Qiufan looked at him leaving with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to see when he would fall.

However, the moment he pushed open the door, his hunched body straightened up again.

After walking to the street and waiting for a while, a girl ran out of the bookstore opposite.

Xu Qiufan was stunned and seemed to understand what Cheng Hai was looking at just now.

"What’s wrong with you?"

As soon as he saw Cheng Hai's expression, Cheng Yiyi frowned.

"It's okay? Go home."

Cheng Hai forced a smile and held her hand.

"Is the book good?"

"nice."
To be continued...