At that time, he remembered that the shadow ghost had completely absorbed the magic energy on the blood-colored metal ball, and there was no magic energy, so he dared to hide it on his body and bring it back.

Unexpectedly, after just one night, this blood-colored metal ball actually appeared with unknown magical energy.

Does this thing recharge automatically?

If it can be recharged automatically, wouldn't it be a long-term source of pollution. Shadow ghosts can absorb the magic energy enhancement it was born with, so there is no need to spend money on magic energy items.

After the ghost ghost absorbed the magic energy on it again, the tiny blood vessels on it also lost their vitality and shrank.

He started to play with the blood-colored metal ball, and those tiny blood vessels like blood-colored snakes actually drilled into his skin, which was extremely strange.

Quickly let the shadow ghost take over. In the shadow ghost's hands, those small blood vessels are wilted, and they are not interested in the shadow ghost.

Could this guy only react to flesh and blood creatures?

Simon became more and more curious about the weird stuff.

He felt that this thing must have a great relationship with the ghost torturer's strange ability. If he can study it thoroughly, Simon will definitely be able to discover incredible secrets.

But there is no time to study it now, Simon took out a new sealing box, wrapped it tightly with more sealing paper, and then buried it deeper underground.

Only then did he go up to breakfast with satisfaction. While eating breakfast, Simon recalled the state of mental erosion last night.

The sarcoma tentacles that eroded his spirit made Simon extremely jealous, and he almost covered its way.

He now thinks clearly that the sarcoma tentacles are actually from the erosion of the disintegrating sword.

Simon kept releasing the disintegrating sword last night, and the erosion of the disintegrating sword became more serious. In his eyes, the hilt of the disintegrating sword turned into a sarcoma tentacle wrapping around his arm.

The disintegrating sword should have been forged from a monster with sarcoma tentacles.

After last night's experience, he was extremely afraid of the disintegrating sword.

It's strong, but erosion is also scarier.

He had a strong feeling that the more the disintegrating sword was freed, the greater the erosion. It is better to use less in the future.

After having breakfast, I took a bath and went to the basement again to start practicing the magic doctor emblem to prepare for treating old Dirk tonight.

I had been cultivating until it was close to noon when someone came from my family.

It was the little old man who designed the Donglai Xianfu Hotel for them, and they came here to eat.

"Simon, why are you hiding in the basement? Come and see the drawings designed by the old man. It's great." Chekwen was very excited.

Simon walked over and watched him place the drawings on the table, which were all sketches. Simon glanced at them and became suspicious.

These drawings are really good, and they already have the charm of oriental architecture.

I have to say, this little old man is really capable

The little old man was drinking tea and said lightly, "After I went back last night, I had a lot of inspiration, and I made these drawings without sleeping. How do you feel?"

"It's a bit oriental."

"How much is it?"

"There are four points."

"It's only four points. I feel that these drawings are already great. If you want to find such drawings to build Donglai Immortal Mansion, I guarantee that it will definitely be the most artistic and the best building in Fossa City." .

"Since we are focusing on the mysterious oriental theme, we must achieve ten points, at least eight points." Simon said.

"That's right, I value the design of Donglai Immortal Mansion very much. It's better to have a fart in Fossa City. I want to do the best in this Federation, and it's the only one that will be famous in the future. Great building. "The little old man said excitedly.

"The old man is domineering, I support you." Chekwen flattered.

"Simon, tell me quickly, these drawings are not up to standard." The little old man was very interested.

The two began to discuss. Chekewen was bored while listening, but he still didn't move. He attached great importance to Donglai Immortal Mansion and wanted to know more about it.

"Simon, are you hungry, I'll cook for you," Orissa said.

"No, let Simon cook, I want to eat authentic oriental food." The little old man hurriedly said.

"Simon, let's cook, we are all hungry, I didn't eat breakfast, I just came to eat the lunch you made. I want to eat pickled fish and hot pot." Chekwen also said.

Simon looked helpless, so he had to do it himself. Orisa played on the side and made them a hearty lunch. After lunch, the little old man patted his stomach, satisfied, and then said energetically: "Before we continue, topic of."

"Old gentleman, I have something to do in the afternoon. Maybe I can't continue to study with you. How about we talk to you tomorrow?" Simon said, going to treat old Dirk tonight, he needs to be fully prepared.

"Simon, the matter of coming to Xianfu from the east is the most important thing," Chekwen said.

"It's about the ninth inning." Simon muttered in Chekwin's ear.

"Uh, your business is more important." Cheekwen spread his hands helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, you are busy with your work. Are you coming back at night, I want to have your dinner." The little old man said.

This little old man was completely fascinated by oriental cuisine.

"I only went out at night, I guess it will be late, I should have dinner."

"That's good, then go get busy, I'll design the drawings at your house, you don't have to worry about me."

"Then Chekwen, please accompany the old gentleman~lightnovelpub.net~ Leave it to me." Chekwin patted his chest and assured.

Simon went to the basement again and continued to practice.

Cheek sat on the sofa boredly looking at the little old man's design drawings.

The little old man really threw himself into it, and was completely absorbed in it.

At first, Chekwen asked in a boring way, but the little old man scolded him badly and told him to get out of the way.

Cheekwen had to leave in a dejected manner, and went to talk to Orisa, but Orisa ignored him and touched his nose.

He looked towards the basement and walked over quietly, wanting to see what Simon was doing.

As a result, the three robbers were guarding the door of the basement. As soon as Cheekwen came over, the three dogs immediately raised their heads and waved their heads at Cheekwin, signaling him to leave.

Chekwen licked his face and took out a cigar to bribe Sangou, who was smoking a cigar and puffing.

"I can't hear you at the door." Chekwen whispered.

The robber glanced at him, stretched out his dog's paw, and pointed to the sofa, meaning to let him stay.

Cheekwen was not reconciled, and promised a lot of benefits, tempting Sangou, Sangou was a little moved, but looked back.

Behind them is the sleeping old cat.

The robber pointed to the old cat.

"I'll fix it." Chekwen said confidently.

The three dogs looked at each other, made way, and Chekwen walked over, preparing to bypass the old cat.

As a result, the old cat woke up, opened his eyes and glanced at Cheekwen, who froze there, showing an embarrassed smile.

The old cat glanced at Sangou. Sangou's scalp was numb. He immediately rushed towards Checkeren and dragged him away with his clothes.

"Come on, tap on, my pants are expensive."