The Portal of Wonderland

Husseillet, um, walked into the hall with two stone shepherds, swaggering and swinging.

The youth grey armored escort glanced at Ishima and was about to say something and was gently pulled by another person.

The three of them stepped into the hall and slowly closed the door automatically.

“Who are those two?” The three entered the palace and the youth escort asked.

“It's a big figure from the Asahi City branch, and the Hou Dynasty says they have important news to tell the owner, in short, it's not something we people can handle.” Another guard said.

The youth escort nodded and relieved herself secretly, looking at each other with gratitude.

If he had just spoken and questioned, it would certainly have been inevitable that he would have been decapitated by the Patronage. This is not the first time such a thing has happened.

The palace is quite wide with white stones embedded on both sides of the walls and a faint light illuminating the space.

A middle-aged man wearing a grey robe and feather fans sits on the throne of the Grand Palace.

The man's eyes were elongated, he kept a short beard, plus a feather fan in his hand, a look like a Vincent Confucius, except that his nose was a little flat, and a pair of tiny eyes that were highly disproportionate to his face damaged the character of the whole person.

“My man Husseillet has met the altar master!” Husseillet gave a gift to the middle-aged man in the feather fan, and the two men bowed down to salute him.

“There is no need for formalities under the Patronage Act. I heard you wanted to talk to me about something.” As the middle-aged man raised his hand, he glanced at Shimaki and finally landed on Zhong Xiu, his eyes slightly lit up.

Zhong Xiu's face was covered with a veil at this moment, but the luminous figure was enough to impress any man.

“Who are these two?” He asked, his eyes never left Zhong Xiu's body, wandering upstream and downstream uncontrollably, his throat knotted and he swallowed a spit.

Zhong Xiu's heart was angry, but he did not move for the time being.

“These two are the same door from Asahi City, saying they have important things to say to the altar master.” Husseillet noticed the eyes of a middle-aged man in a feather fan, and his scalp was a little numb, he said hastily.

The middle-aged man in the feather fan heard this, his face moved and revealed an unexpected divine color.

“Turns out he's a church mate in Asahi City. Tell me what you want.” He was in love with someone who retracted his gaze and corrected his body.

“Lord Asahi, let us bring you something to look at.” Stone pasture took out a crisp green jade box, the size of a palm, and the jade box carved many fine embroideries, which looked like nothing else, and handed it over to Husseillet.

Husseillet looked at the jade box in his hand and the color of doubt in his eyes flashed away. He took the first steps and handed the jade box to the middle-aged man in the feather fan.

Feather fan middle-aged man took over the jade box, right at this moment, Shi Lian shadowed and the whole person disappeared without trace.

The next moment, his figure appeared on the head of the middle-aged man in the feather fan, and the black iron knife in his hand was turned into a black knife shadow, and his head was cut off.

The middle-aged man in the feather fan's face changed dramatically. At this moment, Husserley stood in front of him, blocking his vision. He did not see the action of Ishima, and the reaction slowed by half a beat.

But after all, he is a lunar magician, and his feathers are magnified with gray light, and he is about to swing.

At this moment, the green jade box in his hand suddenly opened and several white chains flew out of the box, as if controlled by someone, lightning bound the body of the feather fan man nearby.

Feather fan men suddenly caught off guard and the body was instantly tied to a crown.

The white chains plunged deep into his body, and the feather fan fell beside him.

His face changed dramatically and he was about to open his mouth and a black knife appeared next to his neck with a cold blade close to his throat.

Ishima stood beside the middle-aged man in the feather fan, and her fingers illuminated several shadows, dotting several positions in the middle-aged man's chest in the feather fan.

The middle-aged man in the feather fan faded away as much as he could, and his body felt like a leaking skin ball, paralyzed and sat back in his seat.

At this moment, a white light shines from Zhong Xiu, opening a white acoustically insulated junction, covering the entire palace.

“Who the hell are you, trespassing on the platforms of the Church of the Undermoon? The Church will not let you go! Husserley, you traitor!” The middle-aged man said.

Husserley was shaken and not looking at each other, just standing by.

Instead, Shi Mu's eyes were cold, his fingers bounced, a black light flew out and hit the left eye of a middle-aged man in a feather fan.

Blood shines!

Middle-aged man's left eye was blurred, blind, and his mouth screamed terribly.

“Shut up, it's a punishment for what you just saw in your eyes!” Stoneshepherd said.

The middle-aged man trembled in his feather fan, closing his mouth, and the only remaining right eye looked at the stone herd, revealing a sense of fear.

Zhong Xiu's face revealed a complexity, some joy and some intolerance, but she did not speak.

Shi Mu single-handedly grabbed the middle-aged man's chest and lifted it up.

“I ask you, today a woman named Jan sent a convoy of supplies to the city, where is it now?” Shepherd Shi asked.

“in the deputy palace warehouse.” The middle-aged man in the feather fan was afraid to shrink, he said.

“What is your relationship with the woman named Jan? Where is she now?” Ishimaki asked.

“The woman was an associate bishop of Yanagishima, and I only recently met her, and she has long since left Ghost Valley.” The middle-aged man in the feather fan hastily said.

“Really gone...” Shi Lian frowned and murmured.

Then he snorted coldly, his fingers weighed a little on the middle-aged man's chest in a feather fan, and a force of totem came out, wrapped around the middle-aged man's heart in a feather fan.

The middle-aged man in the feather fan was pale and his whole heart felt like it was being held by a big, cold hand, and he could not breathe.

Shi Liam waved and the white chains loosened the middle-aged body of the feather fan.

The middle-aged man in the feather fan showed a glimmer of joy on his face, moved his hands and feet and stood up.

At this moment, however, his internal powers were blocked by Ishima's fingers, and his heart was controlled by another restraint, and he dared not to move at all.

“Take us to the warehouse and don't try to escape if you don't want to get your heart crushed.” Stoneshepherd said.

“Yes...” the middle-aged man nodded continuously and walked towards the main hall.

Several people came to a hall behind the hall, and the middle-aged man in the feather fan slapped a few times on a wall.

Kaka!

The walls cracked open, revealing a stone door two or three feet tall, with black light over the stone door, flowing like a vein of a road.

The middle-aged man in the feather fan takes out a black token and turns to look at the stone pasture.

“This Taoist friend, you are now blocking my full powers and cannot open the entrance with this token.” He said.

Ishima frowned.

“This token contains my lifeblood and only I can use it alone.” The middle-aged man in the feather fan saw the picture and hastily added.

Shi Mu glanced at each other, his arms swinging, a few points on the right arm of the middle-aged man in the feather fan, untied the closed meridian on his right arm.

The middle-aged man with a smile on his feather fan nodded at the stone pasture, his hands lit with gray light and blended into the token.

When the token came to a pause, it lit up a bit of gray light and condensed into a skeleton shape.

A grey light flew out of the skeleton and hit the stone door.

Those black chord lights flashed on the stone gate and slowly subsided, as if running water had penetrated the stone gate.

When the last bit of black light disappeared, the stone gate made a "click” and cracked a gap.

Husserley's eyes shine, pushing hard on the stone gate, and the stone door slowly opens.

A row of people walked in, and behind the stone gate was a huge hall, four or five sizes old.

The roof is elevated to a height of 78 feet, only a few columns support the dome, and all four walls emit faint black light on the ground, apparently with prohibitions attached.

Apart from those columns, the lobby was empty, but there were piles of things on the ground.

There are ores, special timber, demonic beast materials, and of course there are some spiritual stones stacked here, red, white, yellow and blue, all kinds of spiritual stones are put in separate categories.

There are also wooden shelves, and there are a lot of things on the shelves, which are obviously more precious than those on the ground, all of which are spiritual grass, dandruff, classics, etc.

Husserley's eyes shined, looking at these things on the ground, and the corner of his mouth even spilled out.

Shi Mu did not look at these things, his eyes swept through the house, his eyes glistened and said:

“There it is! ”

But on one side of the house, there were eight floating clouds parked in a row, but the black canvas on the car had been unraveled, revealing the cargo below.

Shi Mu, while in charge of escorting cargo, has never seen anything.

Most of the cars are filled with spiritual grass and some monster material, most of which are snakeskin bones of various python snakes.

But in addition to these, there are some black rock-like objects that are cut into cubes, each with a palm size, like bricks, neat and tidy yards on a floating car.

Zhong Xiu's face rejoiced and walked over quickly, checking on a floating cloud car.

“Everything's still there, right? Is it missing?” Ishima asked.

Zhong Xiu parked next to a floating cloud car, holding an unusual wooden box in his hand without a glance.

The box lid has been opened and is completely empty.

“Could it be in there?” Ishima asked.

“Yes, the star stone was already in there and has been taken away.” Zhong Xiu said.

Ishima frowned tightly and her face sank.

He suddenly shook his figure and grabbed the middle-aged man by the feather fan and brought it up.

“Say, where's the stuff in there? Did you take it?” Shi Lian shouted.

“Daoyou are unjust! These convoys have just been transported here, and I haven't had time to inspect them, so how could I have taken them? And I wouldn't have noticed such an eye-catching box.” The middle-aged man in the feather fan blushed, "he said.

He lost almost all his powers at this moment, and Shi Lian didn't pay attention to his men's size. At this moment, he felt like his neck was being held by an iron hoop and he was about to lose his breath.

Seeing as the middle-aged man in the feather fan did not look like a liar, Ishima snorted and threw him aside at will.

“Bang” sound, feather fan middle-aged man smashed on a pile of spiritual stones, a groan in his mouth, his body rolled to the ground.

He slowly climbed up and looked at Ishima, shaking his body and quickly lowered his head.