[The little girl continued to explain: While humans are researching biotechnology, they are also killing the dwarves and plundering their sacred objects.

Moreover, a large number of crypt elves were kidnapped and biologically modified, turning them into bloodthirsty and emotionless Styx elves.

The Styx elves returned to the Styx Cave, occupied it, and plundered the few sacred objects left here.

Today, there is only one holy object left - the chamber pot of the old god.

The crypt elves who painted the last mural have been killed by the Styx elves.]

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

The chamber pot of the old god, can this be called a holy object?

No wonder it was left behind. It is estimated that the remnants of living things also despise things like the chamber pot of the old gods. This is worse than the shroud...

[After the little girl’s explanation, I smelled a faint smell in my nose.]

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Do you smell feces and urine?

[We continued walking forward, the space suddenly opened up, and I was able to straighten up.]

[This place is covered with dust, with traces of the crypt elves once living there, and a tall altar.]

[The altar is empty except for one thing - a small and inconspicuous bottle that looks very strange.]

[The little girl pointed to the bottle and said: That is the last sacred object of the crypt elves - the chamber pot of the old god.]

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin began to think about it.

It can be called a holy object, but it is still a chamber pot.

Could it be said that using this chamber pot to urinate will increase some incredible and indescribable abilities?

Don't blame him for thinking, this kind of sacred object that specializes in the lower three lanes is really exciting.

【We are not interested in this kind of sacred object.】

Don't mention it, Zhao Chuanxin is actually a little interested.

He was just busy writing:

【I went to get the old god’s chamber pot.】

Then use the "key" to take out the chamber pot.

Zhao Chuanxin has something extra in his hand.

He was immediately shocked again: "This old ruler seems to be very 'insignificant'."

Because this chamber pot is too mini, any normal man would be unable to use it.

The entire chamber pot is about the size of an egg.

It is also completely different in shape from the chamber pots Zhao Chuanxin has seen.

At first glance, it is indeed inconspicuous.

But the more he looked at it, the more Zhao Chuanxin felt indescribably awkward.

This thing looks very strange. It is completely black and the material is unknown. There is a small ring below, which should be hollow, and a round opening on the top. The whole thing is a closed space, but the small ring below and the belly of the bottle above are not.

Intersecting.

That is to say, the lower ring and the bottle belly are a whole, but the ring does not pass through the surface of the bottle belly, but it becomes a whole with the bottle belly.

This is simply a paradox.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched the lower ring and shook it up and down. It seemed that there was nothing inside.

He shook his head from side to side inadvertently, but his eyes suddenly opened wide.

As we all know, shaking a bottle of drink feels different from shaking a bucket of water.

It would be even harder to shake a boiler.

If it takes dozens of tons of water to shake, no one can shake it.

Zhao Chuanxin shook it, but it didn't move.

He didn't shake, he just moved to one side casually, but very easily.

But once you shake it hard, the egg-sized chamber pot in your hand weighs more than a thousand pounds and cannot be shaken at all.

If it is said to be heavy, it is light and airy in Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Lateral gravity?

He tentatively stood up and wanted to stretch his legs.

But at this time, holding the chamber pot of the old god will inevitably produce a shaking force.

Then, he couldn't move the hand holding the old god's chamber pot.

I am Cao...

Zhao Chuanxin slowed down his movements this time, stood up slowly, and was able to move this time.

He put the chamber pot of the Old God into the space and tried it. When the chamber pot of the Old God was in the space, he was not affected.

Take it out from the space and sit down suddenly.

As a result, I couldn't move my right hand and couldn't sit down.

An idea flashed in Zhao Chuanxin's head.

He raised his right hand high, then shook it from side to side, and secretly raised his lower legs.

Then...

His legs are hanging in the air!

Zhao Chuanxin was restrained.

What is the principle of this?

He is addicted to playing here,

But in the eyes of others, it is completely different.

For example, Zhang Rong, the little girl and her daughter next to them, and the passengers around them.

They all looked at Zhao Chuanxin like a madman.

Because at this time, Zhao Chuanxin raised his right hand high.

When he held the old god's chamber pot, others looked at him like he was making a fist.

I saw him holding his right fist high. His right fist did not move, but his arm kept shaking from left to right due to the exertion.

Zhang Rong was so embarrassed that he quickly lowered his voice and said: "Old Zhao, Old Zhao, have you committed a crime? Sit down quickly, it's so embarrassing."

I don’t even call him Mr. Zhao anymore, I just call him Lao Zhao Lao Zhao.

I can’t afford to lose that person with him.

Who is Zhao Chuanxian?

Does he care about other people's eyes?

He said cheerfully: "Leave me alone, just pretend you don't know me."

He hasn't had enough fun yet.

And Zhang Rong: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped shaking, put away his diary, held the chamber pot of the Old God and walked towards the middle of the train.

But when walking, and the train is moving, it is inevitable that it will sway from side to side.

So, everyone looked at him like a legendary zombie, taking two steps and then one step, moving forward in such a weird posture.

The little girl said: "Mom, why does this gentleman not look so smart even after eating the clever soup?"

Her mother got up, pulled the little girl into the seat to protect her, and warned: "Stay away from him, this person is a madman..."

Not only that, but he also glanced warily at Zhang Rong, who was obviously Zhao Chuanxin's friend.

Zhang Rong wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it, so shameless.

Zhao Chuanxin played for a while and returned to his seat with the old god chamber pot.

I thought of the "me" in the diary again and smelled the stench.

At that time, Zhao Chuanxin immediately associated the smell with the chamber pot.

But you can’t smell anything now?

Just as he was about to study it, Zhang Rong couldn't help it anymore: "Old Zhao, I beg you, can you take a rest? We've been walking all night, aren't you tired?"

Seeing that he was about to collapse, Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

Finally, he put away the old god's chamber pot, and as soon as his back pressed against the seat, sleepiness swept over him.
To be continued...