A light voice drifted over, which scared Morrison.

Morrison raised his head calmly, and someone had already sat in the other handrail sofa opposite the round table.

"Can you stop appearing like a silent bug every time, without any movement?" Morrison closed the book and stuffed it into the bookcase, "Tea? Juice? Or coffee?"

"Coffee, please add a little caramel."

Mr. Z sighed with satisfaction. He took off his pure black hat and sat upright, his evening dress as if he was going to attend a noble dinner.

Then he took out a cigar and lit it.

"Good evening, observer Mr. Morrison."

"Not very good, the mindless Mr. Z."

"You seem a little disappointed?" he laughed softly, "About seeing me appear here?"

Morrison turned his back to him and made coffee on the low kitchen table: "How could that be? You are my lucky star. Every time you appear, you will bring me good things."

"It's true, for example, this time, I brought the psychic potion."

Morrison's pupils contracted slightly, very lightly, and Mr. Z did not notice Morrison's small movements.

"Then," Mr. Z kept his graceful smile, "Can you stop your hand that is ready to pour oyster juice and let my poor stomach, who has been working hard all day, enjoy this rare hot cup of coffee?"

"By the way, you don't have to doubt whether the dose was too small yesterday, because the average toxic substance is ineffective for us."

"Oh, thank you... So now, can we have a good talk?"

"This time I recommend you three psychic potions: 'Deep Seaman', 'Victims', and 'Aurora'. These three potions are more common, and the rate of out-of-control is not very large."

"And based on our research, we found that the Emperor had at least 17 complete psychic potions in his hands."

The advancement of psychic potion? What is this?

Morrison asked him this question, and Mr. Z ignored him. This was the norm. He often asked Mr. Z, but generally speaking, he never got the answer he wanted.

Just as Morrison finished hearing what Mr. Z said, he felt it was incredible. Although he had a lot of knowledge about supernatural events, he could not say that he believed them all.

The psychic potion actually exists, and many people are still studying psychic potion. This makes Morrison feel very strange.

He lowered his head, thought for a few seconds, then raised the pitch and asked Mr. Z: "What are you? I don't believe you have not taken psychic potions, and you are no longer one of the advanced ones of these three psychic potions."

Mr. Z took a sip of coffee and smiled at Morrison. Morrison couldn't see what was hidden in his smile, but answered his question: "So smart, Morrison, you are the smartest one of the observers I have ever seen. The psychic potion I took does not belong to one of these three. What I took was the first-level psychic potion 'witch'."

"Observer? What is that?" Morrison didn't know how many times he asked Mr. Z about this question.

Mr. Z waved his hand, not intending to answer Morrison's question. This did not stop Morrison from thinking alone.

"Witch? Are you a woman? Not like it. Are you dressed as a man?" Morrison was surprised and looked at Mr. Z curiously.

There was a silence around him. Mr. Z was very embarrassed by Morrison and didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the end, Mr. Z had to wave his hand again with a funny look, and did not directly answer his question, but took a deep breath of the cigar. Morrison's question was too ridiculous, and it was harmless to answer or not. Instead, he continued to explain the psychic potion to Morrison.

"Leding City is near the sea. Most of the people who have taken psychic potions in this area are those who have taken the 'Deep Seaman'. What you see is the group of fishermen, they are the Deep Seaman." Suddenly, Mr. Z suddenly showed a strange and sarcastic smile.

"By the way, one of them has already drunk the second-level psychic potion - the 'Fisherman'. There are only three second-level psychics in Leiding City. You must not believe that such an ordinary person would be a second-level psychic. To be honest, I didn't expect this when I arrived just now."

"Every time a psychic rises, there will be a leap from quantitative change to qualitative change. You may look down on him, but his strength can easily crush the things in Honghe Village, let alone Yu Yan." Mr. z explained.

"You should know how powerful Yu Yan is." Mr. Z once again showed his signature smile.

Morrison remembered the scene after Yu Yan sucked his brain matter before. Now when Morrison recalled that scene, he felt a little scary.

He was speechless and could not say anything. What Mr. Z said in front of him made Morrison fall into deep thought.

But Morrison couldn't imagine how terrifying a second-level psychic was. How powerful was this strength.

At present, Morrison believes that everything is completely based on the judgment criteria brought by Mr. Z's move.

This is beyond doubt. Morrison has only seen the strength of a psychic. He will naturally use Mr. Z as a reference.

Morrison said with a smile on purpose: "How about comparing with you?"

"I can't compare to it. In three rounds, I will lose, but I will lose." Mr. Z seemed helpless and had to take a sip of coffee to ease the atmosphere.

Mr. z continued: "Now, every time we advance to the next level, it is difficult to reach the sky. Not only do we need to know that the formula of the next level of psychic potion is mine. Some of the things in the formula can no longer be found. If we insist on finding it, we will not be able to find it. However... that place is too terrifying, it can be said to be a forbidden area for humans."

"We also need to study alternatives that can replace these things, which is very time-consuming. The substitutes for these things are still secondary. These things will be developed by specialists. The most important thing is that there is a certain chance of losing control and the probability is quite large. This is also one of the dangers that psychics need to face." The mysterious man's voice was full of magnetic this time, which made Morrison listen with relish.

Little did he know that this was Mr. Z using his special abilities.

After hearing what Mr. Z said, the turmoil in his heart did not diminish at all. Only then did Morrison realize that he knew nothing about the world.

Mr. z explained so much to Morrison, but Morrison did not believe that taking psychic potions would cause loss of control, so he asked back: "You said that taking psychic potions would cause loss of control. Do you have any evidence? I don't believe it."

Mr. Z praised Morrison slightly in his heart, and then he nodded and said a few good words.

In Morrison's eyes, this behavior that is different from that of a lunatic.

It is illogical to the top and bottom, so it is no different from a madman. Morrison even had the idea of ​​sending Mr. Z into a madhouse.

He pulled out a long yellowed parchment from the long pocket and flattened him and handed it to Morrison.

Morrison looked at his pocket with curiosity, not knowing why it was like this. He even didn't know why his pocket was so long, and he couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

At this moment, an unpleasant smell appeared. He didn't know how this smell appeared. Looking at Mr. Z's smile-like expression, Morrison seemed to have guessed something. It was a musty smell, like the Great Diary.

This smell made Morrison feel uncomfortable at all, but for the sake of the curiosity in his heart, he forced himself to resist the unpleasant smell, looked over, and saw some words, which clearly recorded the number of people who had lost control of the psychic potion.

"While the first year of the New Yuan calendar to the 200th year of the New Yuan calendar, the number of people who took the first-level psychic potion and lost control reached 3,672, 231 people who took the second-level psychic potion and lost control, 62 people who took the third-level psychic potion and lost control, and 5 people who took the fourth-level psychic potion and lost control.

The most powerful psychic known at present is Emperor Senna, who has reached the realm of a ninth-level psychic, and may even be higher. During the period from the New Yuan Dynasty to the New Yuan Dynasty, the first-level psychics' out-of-control rate was 30%, the second-level psychics' out-of-control rate was 45%, and the third-level psychics' out-of-control rate reached 50%.

Just when Morrison saw this, Mr. Z put away the parchment scroll. There were some words behind him that he didn't see clearly.

Mr. Z overestimated Morrison's reading speed, but he didn't know that Morrison hadn't finished reading these yet.

Morrison said helplessly: "Do you think the more you lose control, the smaller the rate? In fact, it is not like this, but the fewer high-level psychics will be. So far, we can't figure out why this is. The Emperor seems to have proposed a theory, but according to current research, it is a paradox.

This data is only our continent. In fact, it is far away in the Guihe area. There are many seventh-level psychics. Guihe has the most sequences, and it is a holy place for all psychics."

Morrison had not taken psychic potions at this time, and was a person who didn't know much about the psychic. Is it too early to tell him these things? Mr. Z suddenly felt this way.

Of course, all this is controlled by some people who are hidden behind the scenes, and he is just a messenger.

At this time, Morrison was a simple person who knew the psychic potion, and his kindness was beyond the scope of explanation that human science could clearly explain.

Mr. z said to Morrison: "After we told you the psychic potion and gave it to you, it actually means that our assessment of you has ended and you are already qualified to enter us. You must know that your actions have actually been under our attention. Starting from your entry into Honghe Village." After that, Mr. z showed his signature smile again.

"It's said it's attention, but it's surveillance." Morrison replied disdainfully.

Mr. Z ignored him and laughed at himself.

"Of course, you can understand this way, it's your freedom."

Morrison felt that his smile was very strange, just like he pretended to behave, which he had never seen before in anyone else.

This smile gave Morrison a very hypocritical feeling, which made him vaguely think of the psychic potion that the other party took - the "witch". Morrison couldn't help thinking: "Can the psychic potion affect a person's personality?"
Chapter completed!