The Portal of Wonderland

Chapter 86

Shi Mu had an idea in his mind and immediately operated his mental power to drive the Milky clouds in his mind, trying to condense them into runes.

He had a try attitude. Unexpectedly, this idea just came out here. The next moment, a strange scene appeared!

The Milky clouds in his mind moved quickly and easily into a rune. It was the fire attribute Rune he had tried many times but failed. The difference is that the rune is milky white.

As soon as he was stunned, the white Rune in the sea collapsed and turned into a milky cloud again.

Shi Mu was in doubt!

It's no use condensing into runes in dreams, isn't it?

After a bitter smile, he continued to calm his mind. He continued to watch the White Ape running and swallowing the moon, and continued to absorb the essence of the moon.

The night passed in a flash, the sky would be bright, and the moon disappeared into the sky.

Shi Mu was shocked and woke up from his dream. He was refreshed and comfortable.

He took a long breath and stood up, with a subconscious urge in his mind.

At this moment, Shi Mu's face stiffened and his body solidified in place.

Because in his mind, a fire red Rune was floating quietly, emitting a soft light. It was the fire attribute rune that he had been thinking hard but could not understand in the past three days.

"This..." Shi Mu was stunned and could hardly believe all this.

But the next moment, his face showed a look of ecstasy, but considering the surrounding situation, he tried not to laugh.

A moment later, his smile faded and his mood returned to calm.

It seems that the magic of the White Ape dream is far beyond the original imagination!

Shi Mu flicked the dew on the bullet and walked quickly towards the residence.

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A few days later, Shi muxing rushed to a three story attic with a red glazed roof somewhere in the valley square.

This "five element building", which specializes in selling warlock items, is actually separated from the "danxiang Pavilion". Shi Muzhi paid careful attention when he came to buy pills.

As soon as Shi Mu stepped into the first floor of the attic, he found that there was no one in the shop. The first thing he saw was a big red wooden counter. A thin middle-aged man with a goatee was rummaging behind the counter to pick up a thick stack of animal skins. Two black shirted factotum disciples were also helping to order something.

"What do you want to buy or sell here?" As soon as he saw Shi Mu coming in, the thin middle-aged man immediately stopped, turned and greeted him with a smiling face.

"Oh, you still buy things?" Shi Mu asked casually.

"Yes, we accept all kinds of things related to warlocks. Do you have any good things here?" The thin middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

"That's not true. I want to buy some materials for drawing talisman today. I hope the shopkeeper can recommend one or two." Shi Mu smiled.

"The materials for drawing talismans are nothing more than magic pen, magic ink and talisman paper. Please see, this is the best talisman paper in our shop. It is made of purple spirit wood mixed with various precious materials for more than a century. It has a very good adsorption on French ink, which is enough to increase the power of your talisman. " The thin middle-aged man said, skillfully taking out a stack of Rune paper emitting a strange smell on the shelf behind him.

"How much is this stack of runes?" Shi Mu asked.

"Not much, as long as 30000 liang of silver." The thin middle-aged man smiled and stretched out three fingers.

Although he was prepared, Shi Mu was startled by such an amazing price.

Thirty two hundred, that is, three hundred taels of a piece of Rune paper!

"Then... How much is the cheapest Rune paper?" Shi Mu frowned and asked simply.

"Fifteen hundred Liang!" When the thin middle-aged man heard the speech, the happy color on his face gradually converged, slowly put down the rune paper in his hand and replied faintly.

"How much is the cheapest French ink and pen?" Shi Mu thought secretly and asked again.

"The lowest price for each piece of French ink and pen is 3201."

"OK, give me one each." Shi Mu secretly clenched his teeth, pointed out 75002 silver notes from his arms and handed them over.

The thin middle-aged man took the silver note in Shi Mu's hand with an expressionless face, glanced lightly, and then waved to a factotum disciple not far away. When the other party came, he attached a few words, turned around and picked up the animal skin.

Shi Mu didn't care about the change of attitude of the thin middle-aged people. He looked at all kinds of items related to warlocks in the store with great interest.

"Elder martial brother, your stuff!" Not long ago, a factotum disciple handed Shi Mu's things.

A low-level magic pen made of the spirit hair of an unknown monster, a bottle of common magic ink made of cinnabar mixed with the blood essence of the monster, and a stack of 100 pieces of yellow Rune paper.

Shi Mu looked at it and nodded with satisfaction. After the other party wrapped it up, he immediately left the five elements Pavilion and hurried towards the stone house area.