He is not a particularly smart person, but he is not very stupid about such things. After experiencing Honghe Village and Yu Yan, he learned about something very unusual.

Now in Morrison's eyes, there is no place for this time to be completely safe. Besides, he can only believe that he has chosen a path in the unknown to know something and be able to live longer. Even though it is not necessarily a good thing to know too much.

Morrison asked Mr. Z: "If I had taken the psychic potion, what would I become, or what would I lose. I believe that this supernatural thing cannot be just harvest and no other efforts, and there would be no vain lunch in this world."

Mr. Z suddenly patted Morrison hard. This made Morrison very angry. Morrison put this breath in his heart and dared not reveal it.

Mr. Z seemed to be very sure of Morrison's statement and said several times in a row, but his answer made Morrison a little unexpected.

"Maybe it's a lie," Morrison thought.

"In fact, all you need is to take psychic potions. The only risk is to lose control and become a rioter. This is really nothing to gain. This kind of gain is great. God's gift does not have such effect. Maybe you don't know God's gift, so that's not important.

What's more, in the past thirty years, fewer and fewer people have lost control. Every person in our Holy Spirit who can drink the psychic potion is carefully selected by our Holy Spirit."

Mr. Z answered Morrison. His words made him feel a little relieved, and it was just a little bit. He thought Mr. Z had also concealed some of his things. These things may be extremely important.

For the first time, Morrison felt the dilemma of not having knowledge.

Mr. Z also concealed a small detail about Morrison. The mysterious man felt that there was no need to tell Morrison about this detail. He believed that Morrison would not touch that level of realm.

Morrison's idea at this time was to think that the Holy Spirit was a very strange organization.

He thought it was strange that this organization would unconditionally issue psychic potions.

But he couldn't tell what it was. This was his own feeling, and it was not considered a search for the truth.

"Psychic potion." Morrison thought silently. I don't know when it started, but Morrison's curiosity about the Psychic potion gradually deepened.

Curiosity kills the cat. Morrison understands the truth about this sentence, but when something very attractive is placed in front of you, will you be moved?

Mr. Z looked at Morrison and said to him with a smile: "If you want to take psychic potions, please come with me."

Morrison was a little dull and soon returned to normal. He nodded to Mr. Z. The psychic potion had planted seeds in Morrison's heart.

Everything has become different.

Mr. z put his pure black hat on and left the cottage with his cane.

After leaving the door, the warmth brought by the fireplace is gone, and replaced by the coldness of the city.

Morrison was afraid that he would be thrown away by Mr. Z, so he took a small step to follow Mr. Z.

The two strolled in the city of Leding.

Mr. z suddenly said, "Morrison, you rarely come out."

Morrison gave Mr. Z a blank look and said angrily: "Do you think I can come out? What's more, you're locking me and keeping pets..."

"Hahaha. It's my problem. I thought the observer could get out of the world." Mr. Z said with a smile.

"What exactly is the observer?" Morrison continued to ask, but it was useless. At this time, Mr. Z had returned to his cold appearance.

"Oh, I won't tell me again." Morrison muttered in the novel.

At this time, Morrison looked at the surrounding environment.

The storage box was discarded at will, and the wooden boards fell to the ground. From time to time, a burst of musty smell came from the air, and the squeaking sound of mice could be heard in my ears. It was obvious that this was a living slum area.

Morrison couldn't help but think: "Can't the headquarters of the Holy Spirit's city be here? Such a dilapidated place. This shouldn't be!"

Morrison felt that the headquarters of the Holy Spirit must be as grand as the church. Even if it is not as good as the church, it should be similar to the church.

Unfortunately, the reality is completely different from what Morrison believes.

Mr. Z and Morrison walked to a ragged shop. Mr. Z pointed at the shop with his cane and said, "This is our Holy Spirit, although the appearance is an ordinary and simple base."

There was a faint musty smell that rushed over, making Morrison feel a little scary.

Such self-deprecation really surprised Morrison a little. He did not expect Mr. Z to say the Holy Spirit like this.

"If the Holy Spirit's senior management knew about it, what would he do with Mr. Z?" This perverted thought suddenly popped up in Morrison's mind.

At this time, it was Morrison's turn to be embarrassed. He knew that the Holy Spirit was ahead, but now there was a shackle that seemed to be blocking Morrison.

The psychic potion is an urgent tool for Morrison to improve his strength. After being brought to Leding City, freedom became something he longed for. He knew that only after he had absolutely strong strength, the people of the Holy Spirit might change.

"Please come in, but you have to be careful about the things inside. There are not only psychic potions, but also many things that you have no control at all." Mr. Z's expression was rare to be cautious, which made Morrison feel that the simple building in front of him was hidden in many unknown secrets.

The two walked gently to the door, and Mr. Z pushed open the door.

A cold air came to my face, and then a very gloomy feeling made Morrison feel a little cold behind him, but Mr. Z had already seen this situation more often than not. He easily used the spirituality in his body to resist this terrifying aura of fear.

Mr. z suddenly thought that Morrison was not a psychic yet and could not mobilize the spirituality that originally belonged to him through himself. Mr. z put his right hand on Morrison's shoulder. Morrison felt that the gloomy feeling had faded.

"Thank you." Morrison gave Mr. Z a grateful look, but unexpectedly, Mr. Z didn't appreciate it.

"You are about to take psychic potions, so I'll talk about some things you pay attention to, so as not to have a problem when you have any problems, and the organization thinks that I have forgotten again, and I can't explain it clearly at that time." Mr. Z said casually. No matter how he said it, Morrison would not hear the awe-inspiring tone in his words.

Morrison silently complained in his heart: "When did you tell me something important? I don't continue to poison you, it's my respect for you."

After Morrison arrived at Leding City, he had no freedom. The only fun was reading books, drinking coffee, and making some poison from time to time. He couldn't wait to try it on Mr. Z. At that time, he didn't know the psychics, nor did he know the psychics.

Mr. Z did not notice the complex expression on Morrison's face, and said to himself: "The psychic is a person who is versatile in spirit. Spirituality is very important among psychics. It concerns the strength of a psychic, and it also concerns his future advancement."

"You have to know that there are many sequences of psychic potions. These sequences are officially a lifelong path for psychics. Of course, few people have reached the end of this path."

"Maybe you will think that this is cruel, but in the world of psychics, there is only life and death. I don't know if you can understand this to you now. Many things need to be understood by yourself."

"Back to the point, when a psychic senses the spirit and can control the spirit, he can do many things that are different from ordinary people. It can be said that the spirit is the foundation of all things and is also the foundation of the psychic."

Before Mr. Z finished speaking, the two of them had arrived at the desirable place, the storage room.

Morrison believed that there would be no small amount of good things in the storage room in the Holy Spirit, but he could not get it. He did not have the ability either.

"Come with me." Mr. Z said to Morrison in a very plain and soothing tone. When Mr. Z said this, his spirituality was really different from the other times. His spirit was fluctuating at this moment.

Morrison didn't dare to walk around. He felt deep fear here, just like the incident between Honghe Village and Yu Yan. When he thought of Morrison's mind swelling, he knew that he gently rubbed his temples to relieve his swelling and pain.

Morrison did not dare to be too far away from Mr. Z. Next to Mr. Z, Morrison felt the warmth.

"z? What are you doing here?" An old man looked at Mr. Z, and he noticed Morrison behind Mr. Z.

"Who is this little guy? Don't you know that this place is a secret area of ​​the Holy Spirit. People who are not the Holy Spirit cannot come in at all?" The old man seemed very angry and his tone became fluctuating.

Morrison thought to himself: "Mr. Z, who is insane, turns out that he is still being trained. It seems that the old man's identity is much higher than Mr. Z."

"This is an observer. I have already observed it. Now I have to take psychic potion for him!" Mr. Z looked at the old man calmly, without feeling a trace of fear.

This time it was the old man's turn to be dull and murmured to himself: "So that's it, so that's it."

The old man dragged his tired voice and said to Mr. Z: "Get in, the psychic potion is in area b."

Mr. Z did not look at the old man, but just nodded.

Entering the storage room, Morrison found that the gloomy feeling was getting more and more panicked. Here, Morrison actually sensed danger.

In order to relieve the fear at this moment, Morrison asked Mr. Z in his slightly trembling voice: "Mr. Z, who is the old man just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, silence was restored here, and Mr. Z once again did not reply to Morrison.

Although Morrison looked down on Mr. Z so much and wanted to force him to answer, unfortunately, Mr. Z just happened to not answer Morrison's question. This was not once or twice. It seemed that Mr. Z regarded this as a fun.

Morrison was wrong this time, not that Mr. Z didn't want to answer him. Mr. Z was under a lot of pressure now. The gloomy aura was not only blocked by himself, but more importantly, it was to block Morrison who could not mobilize his body's spirituality.
Chapter completed!