Feng Xue, who failed to get the answer from Cain, found a more knowledgeable person, but the bartender who watched Feng Xue pour the tower coins one by one on the bar shook his head helplessly, very straightforwardly. 's answer:
"Infinite City doesn't have that method."
"There is no Infinite City, does that mean there is one in the Tower of Babel?" Feng Xue is a person who is good at catching language loopholes, but the bartender did not accept the question:
"The Tower of Babel is part of the Infinite City. If you insist on distinguishing the two, then there is no Tower of Babel."
"Is there really no way?" Feng Xue said unwillingly:
"This money can be counted as tips."
When the bartender heard this, he reached out and pulled the tower coins piled up in front of him under the counter, but he still said:
"have no idea."
"Good guy, so many tower coins are worth this..." Feng Xue was about to take out the salt, but suddenly heard a voice in his ear——
[After collecting a considerable tip, the bartender whispers to you...]
"..." Feng Xue grinned, but hesitated to speak, fell into deep thought, and forgot what to say.
In the end, he could only digest the news in his mind silently, leaving only a bag of salt in the store...
…
"What exactly is the mechanism of this tavern?"
Feng Xue muttered in her heart and returned home, packing up all the sacrificial supplies, leaving only an incense burner, a pair of white candles, and three incense sticks.
After clearing the table, Feng Xue spread out a piece of white paper, lit the incense stick with a white candle, deliberately burned it into two short and one long pieces and inserted it into the incense burner, then took out his precious pen.
In fact, according to the bartender, he should still have to go to the first floor of the department store to buy a lot of materials, but this time he happened to have them ready-made, so he could use them better.
As the smoke rose, Feng Xue raised the pen in his hand and whispered:
"Bixian Bixian, you are my previous life, and I am your current life..."
"Um, why is there no response?" After completing a set of standard procedures, Feng Xue was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the pen with her golden finger. After confirming that there was no problem, Feng Xue couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
He took out his mobile phone and searched to confirm that his process was correct. Suddenly he felt that his golden finger was not very reliable.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the interface of the expensive fountain pen seemed to have changed——
Name: Phantom·Precious Fountain Pen
Elements: [Stationery], [Infinite], [Durable], [Efficient], [Supernatural], [Comfortable], [Precious]
Introduction: A valuable high-end fountain pen, low-key and luxurious, yet fits the fingers perfectly. Just holding it in your hand and playing with it can make people feel happy. When used for writing, it can greatly increase the writing fluency and speed. It's just that this pen seems to have been used by one of its owners to perform some kind of special ritual, so it was endowed with strange power. It has ink that can never be used up, and can even improve the accuracy of divination.
Note: Although it is generally not recommended to use this pen to play pen fairy, but who makes you a fairy?
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"Good guy? Why didn't I notice that your golden finger has so many tricks before?" Feng Xue took out his other phantoms one by one and looked at them one by one, but found no changes. In the end, he could only attribute them to Because it is the mutual influence between illusion and power.
For example, if you get a power such as [the gun is fast from seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps], then the double-barreled shotgun that was restrained by the acupoint master does not seem to be unusable.
After figuring out the root of the problem, Feng Xue sighed, activated her hermit power, and hid all of her ghost stories. She looked at the note on the [Precious Fountain Pen] and returned it to "If I were you, I would never use this pen." Play with the pen fairy!” After that, he started the spiritual seance ceremony again.
"Bixian Bixian, you are my previous life, and I am your present life. If you wish to continue our relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper."
As the words fell, the pen hanging in Feng Xue's hand trembled slightly, but under Feng Xue's grip, it could not move at all.
Feeling the strength of the pen at the tip of his finger gradually increase, the corners of Feng Xue's mouth rose slightly. He was actually quite curious whether he would make the pen angry if he didn't let go, but considering that now was not the time for joking, he He relaxed his grip and let the pen slowly draw a circle on the white paper.
Feng Xue looked at the trembling circle, which seemed to be drawn in a state of extreme fatigue, whistled frivolously, and continued:
"Bixian Bixian, I want to know the location of my stolen [beep——] liquid..."
"???"
The pen that originally seemed to be caused by trembling hands was no longer installed, and he directly drew three question marks on the paper, which made Feng Xue quite embarrassed, but after thinking about asking all the questions, he simply said:
"Just tell me if you know."
"..."
The pen quickly marked six points on the white paper, and then there was no movement. Seeing this, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said rudely:
"Tsk, it's really useless!"
As he finished speaking, he clearly felt his expensive pen twitching violently twice, but he still had no intention of writing. Feng Xue also knew that this guy really had no choice, so he blew out the white candle on the table in one breath. I extinguished the three sticks of incense, capped the pen and put it into my jacket pocket.
There is no doubt that Feng Xue's behavior of inviting Bixian but not sending him away is a taboo, but this is precisely Feng Xue's purpose.
According to the information given by the bartender, if you can enter the state of being haunted by ghosts and open the door, you can enter a world with supernatural curses. The way to be haunted by ghosts is to hold a séance in a room in the Tower of Babel. Such rituals are not terminated according to formal channels.
Of course, this does not actually limit the Tower of Babel, but if it is outside the Tower of Babel, it means that it is not a forbidden area. It is very dangerous to be entangled by ghosts at will.
After all, not everyone, like Feng Xue, has a ghost-catching master who has ghost stories around him. Well, besides that, he is also the Lord of the Three Realms and the Supreme in Heaven.
However, before traveling through time, he had to maintain his mortal state, otherwise he might scare away the pen fairy who was entangled with him.
But instead of thinking about the pen fairy, what Feng Xue has to do now is to take out the set of sacrificial utensils again.
The gains in the world of Fengshen Yanyi made him clearly realize that it is always easier to make a fortune by inheriting an inheritance than by working hard on your own.
The only thing you need to pay attention to is to be careful not to inherit the debt.
The candlelight rose again, the cigarette smoke curled up, and Feng Xue's mansion became filled with green smoke again. He closed a bottle of lucky milk on the spot and poured it into his mouth.
"Next, let me see what kind of world I can go to!"
(End of chapter)
