The Portal of Wonderland

“Let him in, you can go back.” A loud and dumb voice came out of the stone door.

“Yes.” The green manager answered, glancing at Ishima, then turned away.

Straight up the front steps, pushing the stone door into the stone house, there was a red flame, burning on the stove in the house, and the stove was connecting the trenches outside the house to house the rolling magma flowing from the black volcano mouth.

Next to the flame, a man of low stature but very strong stature, * * * * * holding iron pliers in his upper body clamped a piece of all-over pitch-black metal and roasted on the flame.

The short man, less than half the height of the stone pasture, had a face similar to that of the people, except that most of his face was tied together by a thick gray beard, made up into a braid hanging in front of his chest, and his body was muscularly swollen, and his dark red skin reflected a glow in the fire.

“Master Candle...” said Ishimura Archer.

“Something for me.” Without waiting for Ishima to finish, the short man did not lift his head to stop the movement in his hand, reaching out a broad palm and saying.

“Yes.” Shi Mu answered, respectfully handing the casting hammer up.

“Huh!”

The mediocre candle placed the casting hammer slightly in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but make a slight sound in his mouth. He looked up and looked at Ishima and said.

Shi Mu gazed calmly and looked at each other.

“If I remember correctly, this is what my husband left for a hundred-year-old disciple named Cold Cicada... who are you?” The candle said.

“The younger generation has nothing to do with it.” Shi Mutan said.

“Then why do you have this letter?” The mediocre candle asked.

“When the later generations came to this letter, they heard that whoever carried it could receive it from the master.” Ishima did not answer the question of candles, but said so.

The candle raised its head obliquely and looked at Ishima, and then turned its attention to the casting hammer.

“The person who didn't know to give you this letter once told you that the exchange for this letter is time-bound?” The candle said.

“Never heard of it.” Shi Mu was shocked.

“Is it not for the Lord to be dust cast? On that day, the husband made a deal with the cold-cicada for a period of thirty years. The husband waited around for 40 years. Now that apparatus was resold by my husband a few years ago.” The candle said.

“As far as I know, the Master was unable to perform on time for a number of reasons. Is that how the master does business now that it's overdue?” Ishima frowned and said so.

“Don't make such a fuss about it. Although the apparatus was overdue, since you came here with a letter from that year, my husband wouldn't let you run away. Now the old man can give you two choices, you make your own decisions.” The candle said.

“What choice?” Ishima asked.

“One, you can wait a few more years, and the old man can tailor a superior spirit apparatus to suit you based on the characteristics of your cultivation. It's just that today's refiner is far from comparable, and you don't have to provide your husband with the materials he needs for the refiner, but you have to pay for it.” The candle said.

“Is there another one?” Ishima asked.

“Secondly, the old man's spiritual warehouse still has some spiritual instruments from which you can choose to compensate for the failure to find the good Lord.” The candle said.

“Can I really choose one?” Shi Lian moved in his heart and asked.

“You don't have to be overjoyed at first, the old man's library of spirits is from inferior to superior, and all levels of spirits are doped and placed together. When you select, you must be outside the bans set by your husband, and you cannot perceive the texture, nature, grade, etc. of the appliance. So, your choice can only be made by luck. Besides, my husband is not afraid to tell you that most of these appliances are inferior. Well, choose your own words.” The candle said.

“The younger generation chose the second.” Ishima frowned slightly, but said without hesitation.

Normal candles just stunned, obviously didn't expect Shi Lian to make a decision so quickly, not to mention that Shi Lian would choose the second type so decisively.

“Can you tell my husband why you can't wait a few years without choosing a more secure first?” The mediocre candle stared into Ishima's eyes and asked.

“The younger generation desperately needs a spiritual device before they can wait too long.” Stoneshepherd said.

Time is running out, and this is indeed one of the reasons why Ishima chose to do so, but only a small part of it.

The reason he did not choose the first type is mainly because his cultivation is too special to be known at all, so it is not possible for the mediocre candle to make a psychic apparatus according to its meritorious characteristics.

In addition, the main reason he was allowed to choose the second option was because he was confident in his spiritual intelligence and believed that he could choose high-quality apparatus from a wide range of apparatuses, even outside of the ban.

“Now that you've made your decision, you can't regret it. You can come with me.” The mediocre candle said, turning towards the inside of the stone house.

A moment later, the candle stood in front of a seemingly flat wall, lit a red light in its hand and gently rubbed it in front.

The rubbing sound of "Rubbing...” suddenly rang.

Shi Lian suddenly saw a piece on the stone house wall in front of him, revealing a black passage that was only half a length tall.

“Stay close.” The mediocre candle said, walking in.

Seeing this, Shi Mu hurried to follow his short body and walked into the passage together.

The tunnel stretched down more than a dozen metres, with a sealed stone chamber attached underneath.

After entering the stone chamber, Ishima saw the stone chamber dome, embedded with seven fist-sized night pearls, arranged in a northern battle, sprinkling a bright white light, the only light source in the house.

Around the house is a wooden shelf filled with a bizarre weapon.

“Well, here are all the appliances in the old warehouse, so go pick one. Remember, you only get one chance when you choose to leave.” The mediocre candle stood alone at the corner of the chamber, holding his fist to his chest, he said.

Stone pasture nodded, immediately releasing the god under sweep, and found a layer of invisible restraint over these wooden shelves, isolating the god from intrusion.

He did not reveal any unexpected colour, his eyes flashed and swept towards the apparatus on the wooden shelf.

As he mastered the knife, he immediately looked at a sheath knife in the upper left corner of the wooden frame.

The knife's body is only three fingers wide and narrow, but it is four feet long. It is black and slightly exposed on a blade with a cold light.

However, under his eyes, he could not see the spiritual fluctuations of the knife, the material grade, as if the long knife was just an ordinary soldier's blade with some sharpness.

Ishimaki glanced at a spherical apparatus next to her and found that she was still unable to see through her grade.

Successively, he couldn't help laughing in his heart.

My spiritual wisdom didn't work here, and I was obviously a little overwhelmed.

In this way, the next choice can only be made by luck.

He was helpless, his eyes converging in gold, his eyes starting from the top left of the wooden shelf, and he began to carefully observe each of the artifacts, one by one.

He looked at it for the majority of the time, although the candle had excellent patience and did not say anything to urge him, but just stood in the corner, touching his chin from time to time, a contemplative appearance.

Ishimura has actually looked almost aside at the spiritual apparatus on the shelves around the house, but it is always difficult to make a decision due to the inability to perceive the class attributes of the spiritual apparatus.

He thought about it, and eventually decided, after all, to choose the razor sheath knife that he first saw, after all, he was quite attentive to using the knife, even if the knife was not of a high grade, at least he could use it well.

Just as he wanted to turn around, the corner of his eyes suddenly saw next to the wooden frame, leaning against a black long stick almost as tall as the wooden frame.

Because it is consistent with the color of the wooden frame, similar in length, and the attention of the stone pasture is attracted by the spiritual apparatus on the wooden frame, when it was previously observed, it was not noticed.

Shi Mu suddenly stepped forward and stared closely at the black truncheon.

Only this stick is roughly long, thick as a small arm, all black, not smooth on the outside, but filled with tiny pits that look like a knock out with a forged hammer.

At both ends of the black truncheon, there is a section of darker colored area with delicate inscriptions.

As Ishima stared at the black long stick and measured it carefully, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in her mind. On that day, the flipping stick fell from the sky into his hand and suddenly appeared in his head.

He lifted his hand and pointed at the black stick, turning to look at the candle.

Before he could say anything, he found that the candle looked into his eyes and seemed to suddenly flash with a hint of annoyance.

Seeing this scene, Shi Mu suddenly felt happy. Even the last bit of doubt in his heart was thrown behind his head and said:

“Master Candlestick, the late generation wants this black stick appliance. ”

“Alas... well, you're lucky.” The candle eyebrows beat a few times, after all helplessly sighed.

He said, the red light in his hand shined bright, his fingers together, far to the stone chamber dome on the seven pearls of the night, and one of the seven pearls dimmed.

With one hand, the black stick flew out of the shelf and headed straight for Ishima.

Shi Lian single-handedly, immediately released the sense of God for a while, then waved a few times, the original joyful look, suddenly disappeared a few points.

“It turns out to be a superior spirit apparatus, unfortunately it's a little too light to take advantage of.” Ishima said with some regret.

In the end, his voice just dropped and suddenly he felt his hands sinking. The black truncheon almost missed his grip and fell to the ground.

This time he was shocked and looked up at the mediocre candle, who was looking at him with a smiling, non-smiling look.