The Portal of Wonderland

Dead Spirit Interface.

The sky is still gray, with low pressure lead clouds and wind-like knives.

Looking up through the clouds, it is still endless and dusty, giving a feeling of extreme repression.

Near a deserted hill, a shape-shaped skeleton with only one arm, torn to pieces, is slowly moving forward.

The bones on the skull are missing a number of roots and there are several serious cracks, particularly the rib position, which almost cut its body into two segments.

Every step the skeleton takes, the body makes a "squeaky” sound, as if it's about to break apart.

But even so, this one-armed skeleton insists on walking forward, but every time it walks a distance, it stops for a moment and looks up at the twelve rounds of blood moon in the sky for a while, and the green flame flashes slowly at two points in the orbit of the black hole.

After a long walk, the skull finally stepped onto a black earth slope, gauged around it for a while, and was about to continue in one direction.

At this moment, the soil on its feet suddenly split open and a white shadow emerged. It was a white monster with a thick arm, like a snake, opening its mouth full of pointy teeth, biting at the ankle of a one-armed skull.

The green flame in the orbit of the one-armed skull flashed slightly, but it was a pause and the monster still bit the ankle.

The white, fat body of the freak twisted wildly, tore hard, and made a toothpicky creak, seemingly trying to chew the bones off the skull.

But just in the next moment, the one-armed skeleton suddenly bent over, single-armed waved, crossed a shadow, and grabbed the back half of the white monster at an unimaginable speed.

“Hiss” softly!

The one-armed skull suddenly pulled apart, the white monster couldn't loosen his mouth, his body had been torn into two pieces by the stiffness, and the other end hung on the ankle of the skull.

This string of motions is lightning fast, making it hard to imagine a skeleton about to break free!

And the previous unavoidable behavior is more like a deliberate trap!

The one-armed skull opened its mouth and sucked gently.

A bunch of bean grain sized green light flew out of the white monster's corpse and the skeleton opened it and swallowed it.

The green flame in the orbit of the one-armed skull flashed slightly, slightly more flourishing, and a slight dark mist appeared on the body.

Where the fog touches, some cracks in one of its ribs begin to diminish.

The black mist also diminishes until it disappears.

After a few flashes of green flame, the skeleton continued to walk forward at the same slow pace as before, as if nothing had happened before.

……

Shi Mu left Uncle Ju's residence and quickly returned to his own stone house.

Close the door, Shi Mu sat down, and there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.

This experiment with Uncle Ju made him understand the wonders of the Sorcerer's world, and from this experiment, he is not unlikely to become a Sorcerer.

It's just that the cost of a psychiatrist seems more amazing than any other type of magician, and even at the rate at which he now earns money, it seems a little too much to eat.

Ishima was silent for a moment and took the thin book out of her arms and looked it over carefully from beginning to end.

Then he found a pen and paper and calculated it carefully.

The roughly calculated numbers surprised him!

At least 400,000 taels of silver are also required to arrange this summoning matrix, and it is not a case of arrangement error.

Ishima laughed and closed the book.

The tokens of the Sovereign Palace have been handed over in the past, and another amount of silver has been recorded. He only has about 300,000 taels of silver on his body today, and there is still a gap of at least 100,000 taels.

Coupled with his technique cultivation today, it is impossible to stop cultivation for the sake of summoning if the heavenly work requires silver support.

Ishima sighed, and seems to have been forgetting to summon the skeleton for some time.

After a moment of silence, he took out the venom of the bottled golden lizard.

Since the Skeleton cannot be summoned for a while, let's deal with the Meteor Black Knife first.

With the venom of transforming the golden lizard, it has become possible to promote this black knife into a magical instrument, but he cannot do this by himself, and Zhao Ping needs help.

As his current charm master, Zhao Ping believed that he would not refuse, but simply had to consider what kind of charm to engrave on the black knife.

Ishima thought so, took out the Spirit Talisman Treasure Scripture Jade Jane, carefully read the various symbol arrays above.

……

Three days later, Zhao's Blacksmith Shop.

“Ha ha, Master Shi is amazing indeed, only a few days after kung fu has taken so much venom to transform the golden lizard. That golden lizard is Uncle Ju's baby. It took us a while to get a little venom when we went off the fire. And you easily got such a big bottle, admire it, admire it!” Inside the blacksmith's shop, in a meeting room, Zhao Ping looked carefully at the porcelain bottle in his hand and said with admiration.

“I just happened to be doing Uncle Ju a small favor the other day, and that's all I got. With this bottle of venom, you can try to promote this knife as a symbol. This will also ask Brother Zhao to help one or two.” Ishima took up a cup of tea, sipped a sip of tea and said with a smile.

“Of course this is fine, since this meteorite knife comes from my own hands, I naturally want to make it into a magic instrument myself.” Zhao Ping nodded with no hesitation and promised.

By the time Ishima arrived, he had brought in a large number of charms he had previously requested.

With such a large number of symbols, it would take less than a month to give them to the other symbolists, but it would only take a few days for Ishima to complete them.

This made Zhao Ping pull Shi Muzhi's mind a little stronger.

“Let's start right away, brother.” Zhao Ping stood up and walked towards the inside.

The two quickly arrived in a stone house, which is a fireroom of a blacksmith's shop, not small enough to be about twenty feet long. A dozen stoves were arranged sequentially. Each stove burned with a fire of bears, and the whole stone house emitted hot heat.

At this moment, several red-bodied men in the stone house are forging their weapons, and the sound of "ping pong" continues unabated.

These men saw Zhao Ping and Shi Mu come in and nodded their greetings.

Zhao Ping ignored these people and brought Shi Lian to the innermost of the stone house, a sealed stone room.

“This is my own fire room, a little better than the ones out there.” Zhao Ping said, pushing the door in.

Shi Mu followed him in and suddenly felt a hot air wave pounding over him, and Zhao Ping closed the fire room door behind him again.

This stone room is not large enough to be built with a black stone that can't see the material. There is also a fireplace, but it is much smaller than the outside.

However, the flames emanating from the furnace showed a slightly pure white color, emitting much higher temperatures than outside, and even the air over the furnace was slightly corrugated.

There is nothing in the stone room but a stove and a casting table.