The Portal of Wonderland

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Shi Mu's unexpected eyes looked.

What is on the ground is a black iron medal with a beautiful patterning on it, as if it were a text, but I don't know any of it.

“Miss Chung, you know this thing.” Shi Mu curiously picked up the iron medal and looked over and over again and couldn't bear to ask Zhong Xiu.

“I haven't seen this either. It must be something the zombie was carrying. Not surprisingly, the zombie was turned into a human being after his death, and it was normal to bring accessories on him." The girl forcefully walked over with this pungent smell and shook her head after looking at the iron medal, "she said.

Shi Lian nodded and hesitated for a moment before placing the iron plaque directly in his arms. The other hand still walked out the door with the leaves wrapped around the body.

Not long later, the two walked back to the city on the mountain road.

On the way, Shi Mu couldn't help but ask Zhong Xiu what the previous screams had caused the zombie to suffer.

But the young girl's face is blind and obviously not at all aware of it.

Shi Mu saw this, naturally it was difficult to continue the questioning, but at this time the weather was late, the west gate of Fengcheng was closed, he simply took the girl directly to his suburban estate.

……

At night, Shi Mu plays the iron medal in her hand in the bedroom.

At first glance, this object appears to be made of ordinary black iron, but it is actually quite heavy and cold, while the surface of the clump of fine patterns, carefully looked at, is even more ancient and subtle.

Shi Lian, although he did not know the origin of this iron medal, was obviously not a mortal. After examining it for a while, he did not rearrange it until he took out the wooden box that Zhong Ming, a middle-aged man, had forcibly plugged to him before his death.

The father and daughter of the Zhong family seem to have some history. Since this object is referred to as a family heirloom, it should be worth a lot of money.

When the box cover was opened, there was actually a thick yellow classic on the cover with the words "Bell Craft Secret" in red.

Shi Mu stunned, then took the book out and started reading the page.

There are more than 300 pages of the book, all written in small black letters the size of an ant, and many pages are accompanied by vivid pictures.

Shi Mu only looked at the previous few pages, and a surprised look appeared on her face.

Half an hour later, after he hurriedly turned the entire book over, the whole person sucked in a cold breath of air and stared at what was in his hand without saying a word.

The Bell Industry Secret Book is divided into two parts, the first half of which describes how many deviant weapons are made, while the second part describes how some small tool I organs are made and how hundreds of poisons are formulated. But both the former and the latter have documented strange and frightening thoughts far beyond what Ishima had previously imagined.

For example, one of these weapons, known as the Black Stone Heart Sword, appears to be a common black iron sword, and the actual sword body is hollow and infused with a lot of venom. If the warrior holds this sword against the enemy, the long sword will crack open brittly, letting the venom spill out inside and poisoning the opponent to death.

There is also a small crossbow arrow called "bow crossbow", which is even more vicious. It is a special hard crossbow mounted on the back beforehand. If you bow, you can drag the dark rope in the cuff and shoot three crossbows directly from the back to injure people, which is unprotected.

None of the poisons recorded in the formula, from unconscious on the spot to poisonous deaths only a few days later, were found.

“What exactly does this Zhong family do, how can there be such a thing? Depending on the degree of remnants of this scripture, most of it is left behind by the ancestors of the Zhong family.” Ishima grinned herself.

But this thing really opened his eyes. If he could really read it well, if he encountered someone using the same means against him in the future, he wouldn't be unprepared at all.

He was also greatly interested in a few of the things documented above.

Shi Mu flipped the page again quickly and quickly returned to a painting with two weapons, one large and one small.

The two weapons are one big and one small, arranged up and down. The large one above is a slightly curved single knife, but the handle is long enough to hold the look with almost two hands at the same time, while a black line is implicitly attached to the ring of the handle. The little one looks like a short blade, it looks sharp, but it's incredibly small.

The teenager concentrated on looking at the picture and the annotated text next to it, and the whole person was completely lost in thought.

……

The next morning.

Shi Mu was dressed in green clothes and still had some redness in his eyes. Zhong Xiu appeared on one of the streets of Fengcheng. On one side of the street, there was a residence occupying hundreds of acres, which was very eye-catching.

After looking at the blue gate in front of him and the huge “Wu” word on the gold plaque above him, Shi Mu took a few steps forward and heavily buckled the thick copper ring on the lower gate a few times.

“What man, slam the door early in the morning! Who are you looking for?” The door finally opened, and a man in a man's shirt walked out of it, glancing at the two, impatiently said.

“This is Miss Chung. She is a relative of your government. Please excuse me.” Ishima reached over and took a piece of jade handed over by the girl next to her and handed it over directly.

“Relatives? Hold on a second.” The man was overheard, and some of the men took over the jade with suspicion and closed the door again.

Not long after, the door opened again and two people walked out of it.

There was a white-faced beard in front of him and a young man of the same age as Ishima, who looked somewhat like the former but had a full face of pride.

“What a niece. That's great. Uncle, I've been waiting for you for days since I got your letter. Huh, Brother Zhong Xian, this is again...” The white man saw the girl and smiled, but after glancing at Ishima, he was a little surprised.

“This is Prince Shi, my father was killed on the road. I was able to get here thanks to him.” Zhong Xiu white-faced the man and said with tears gleaming in his eyes.

The teenager across the street saw the blue birthmark on the teenage girl's forehead, and her eyes flashed with disgust.

“What, Brother Wu was killed, what's going on? Well, this isn't the place to talk, niece.” The white-faced man heard a shock and said so immediately.

The girl nodded naturally.

“Oh, this little brother, thanks to you for sending niece Chung here, it's a little silver as a reward.” The white-faced man glanced at Ishima again, frowned and took a piece of silver out of his sleeve and handed it over.

“No need for silver. I sent Miss Xiu-er here, and the merit is satisfactory.” Ishima looked at the silver across the street, shook her head and turned away.

“Humph, I don't want to lift it! Dad, this guy, I've seen him a lot. He apparently refused to ask for money, and most of his heart was intent on saving a fortune.” The teenager next to him saw this, coldly grunting.

“Brother Shi, it's not like that.” Zhong Xiu said softly.

The white-faced man just smiled and walked towards the door with the two of them.

……

Instead of leaving Fengcheng, Shi Lian crossed several streets and walked into a building hung with "Liu Feng Martial Arts Hall”.

He walked through the gate, and in front of him was a martial arts field filled with bluestone tiles, where more than a dozen teenagers were dancing knives to get guns.

“Brother Ishima, you're here.” As soon as Shi Liangfang appeared, two young people approached him, one who looked like he was 21, 2, 1 and only 16 years old.

“Brother Feng, Brother Gao, you are here too.” Shi Mu saw the two, slightly surprised, arched the archway.

“I heard the martial arts got a bunch of cheap quenching drugs this time, let's see if we can get some. Brother Shi, you don't have to be blind. Come on, you should not be able to use this medicine.” An older, Sven looking young man said with a laugh.

“I heard the head teacher say that your quenching technique will soon reach the tenth floor, which is true.” Another younger young man, with a deep scar on his eyebrow, stared at Shi Lian with some disbelief and asked.

Both met after Shi Mu came to the martial arts hall. The older one was called Feng Li and the younger one was called Gao Yuan.

“I did break through to the tenth floor of the queue, and this time I didn't come here for these drugs, but I encountered problems in the practice, and I needed to ask Li to teach.” Ishima smiled back.

“So the rumors are true! Looks like the Shi brothers have a great opportunity to understand their sense of anger when they are young. Tsk, what a genius to teach the head. By the way, have some time to get together in your pub.” Feng chuckled and sighed in his mouth.

I heard it from a distance beside me and looked envious.

“Well, I'll have a few drinks with you then.” Ishimaki said yes and said goodbye after two more seemingly ordinary conversations with the two of them.

However, at the moment when Shi Mu and Feng missed their shoulders, they suddenly gave him an eye.

Ishima's complexion slightly changed, but soon left without a trace.

A moment later, Shi Lian appeared in a separate yard behind the martial arts field. Li Qianhai was lying on a master's chair in the middle of the yard. His eyes were slightly blind to what he was thinking. After seeing Shi Lian come in, he smiled and said, "Here he is." He stood up from the chair.

“Master Li, do you still want to ask the brothers for help this time?” Shi Mu respectfully asked.

“No need. You are now at the critical juncture of breaking through the eleventh floor of the queue, and it is up to me to do so myself. By the way, you didn't tell anyone what you were about to break through was the eleventh level of quenching, did you?” Li Qianhai did not hesitate to ask.

“Master Li rest assured, I have also been doing what you said, and others in the martial arts have always thought that my quenching technique is only Dacheng, and I am still on the ninth level.” Ishima replied with a smile.

“Well, in that case, your attendance at the four major martial arts halls in half a month will surprise a lot of people and add to the influence of our martial arts hall.” Li Qianhai heard that the smile on his face was even deeper by two points.

(The Magic Heavenly Journal is finally finished, you can go and see the end of the two chapters!)