Spell?

Mu Qingyun reached out to take it, looked at the red lines drawn with a red pen on it, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

What kind of era is this? Why does such a thing even exist?

Isn't this kind of thing made up by storytellers? It actually exists!

"Did you invent this?"

"Well, I invented it." Shu looked at her shocked expression and secretly complained in his heart. She really looked like a worthless person who had never seen the world.

"You just need to pour your fire into it." Yin glanced at Shu. Although Shu's face was covered by a black cloak and his expression could not be seen clearly, he knew that Shu's face must be full of pride.

look.

Although his younger brother is not very capable, he is very good at making things and inventing things.

After hearing what he said, Mu Qingyun looked down at the talismans in her hand and counted them. There were about ten.

She raised her right hand and pulled out a charm. The flame came out of her hand and was guided by her into the charm.

It didn't take long for the spell to be full, and the flames were crowded back into her palm.

"How does this work?" She was curious as she pinched the talisman. She used to find it interesting to see those children who had listened to Xia Xia's stories holding a piece of torn paper on the street and reciting half-baked talismans they had learned.

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Unexpectedly, she would actually see such a thing one day.

"Just draw a gesture on the back of the charm," Shu said, stretching out his hand towards her, "For this thing, I wasted a lot of high-quality materials to make ten of them. You will be angry yourself, so don't snatch it from us.

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"I didn't want to grab it, I just looked at it interestingly and got curious." Mu Qingyun looked at the charm again and handed it back, "This thing can only be used once?"

"Well, I wasted nearly a year and spent millions to make ten of them." After putting away his precious charms, he reached out and pinched his storage bag.

Such a treasure.

Mu Qingyun lowered her head and glanced at the remaining talisman in her hand, and without saying a word, filled it with flames.

She patted the nine charms in her hand and handed them to Shu.

But the moment she was about to get it, she took it back.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the talisman that was close at hand being suddenly taken away, Shu raised his head at a loss, his confused expression covered by the black cloak.

If Mu Qingyun could see his expression, she would definitely not be able to help but chuckle. It seems that the black cloak not only helps him block the sun, but also helps him cover up his expressions that occasionally destroy his "personality".

"I can't do things in vain," she pinched the charm in her hand and turned to look at Xiang Yin, "I helped you, you must not return the favor."

requite?

Looking down at the charm in her hand, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, "What do you want?"

"I'll give you a drawing, and you can help me find someone to design something. I'll pay for the materials." As she said that, she handed it over.

He gave the charm directly without waiting for an answer, which was a sign of complete trust in him.

"Okay, give me the drawings." Shu took the spell, and Yin agreed.

"Wait a moment." She received a positive reply and quickly turned around and walked back to the main room. She took a piece of paper, drew a whip, and marked out the effects she wanted.

Quickly drawing a picture, she came out and gave the drawing to Yin, "Okay, you go, I will wait for you at the entrance of the maze at eight o'clock every night."

"Can't we just come in and find you?" After hearing this, I just felt that this behavior was like taking off my pants and farting, and it was unnecessary.

"I told you, the owner of this house does not welcome you." Mu Qingyun didn't mean to be joking at all, and she was indeed not joking.

What the grandfather hated most during his lifetime were vampires. His granddaughter was killed by a vampire, so she had nothing to do with these two people, but she still didn't want them to come.

The strange thing is that when he heard her words, Shu, who should have been angry, remained silent and did not speak. After all, the old man's death did have something to do with him.

"If it's ready, I'll come find you at eight o'clock in the evening."

With his goal accomplished, he didn't wait long and left immediately with Shu.

She was the only one left in Nuo Da's yard. She looked at the land, squatted down, picked some and put them into the storage bag.

After looking at the bright sunshine, she took out all the plants in the storage bag and spread them on the ground.

She removed all the peppercorns and put them in a clean bucket.

Wait, Sichuan peppercorns are not necessarily only used as seasonings.

Most of the oils in this era are animal oils, and a few of them are synthesized from other substances.

If she uses Sichuan peppercorns to make Sichuan peppercorn oil, the taste will be improved to a certain extent and is suitable for those with strong tastes.

With this in mind, she walked to the kitchen and took a look.

Grandpa, there's also a barrel of animal oil here. Well, that's enough.

Taking a clean basin, she washed the peppercorns in a bucket, found a sunny place, spread a layer of paper on the ground, and put all the washed peppercorns on it.

Let it dry today and you can make pepper oil tomorrow.

After sorting the remaining plants, she took out the fruits, washed them, found a bowl, and put some of each in. Then she walked to the memorial tablet she had set up for her grandfather and put the bowl on it.

It's a pity. If she had known this would happen, she would have taken out these fruits at the beginning. The old man probably has never eaten these fruits in his life.

Although the grandpa may have uncontaminated land here, and peppers and garlic that are suspected to be real plants, she did not find any fruit seeds here.

Taking the remaining fruit, she moved a stool, basked in the sun, and began to eat the fruit.

The mobile phone kept ringing next to her, so she simply turned it to silent and quietly enjoyed this leisure time that belonged to her alone.

Early the next morning, she set out to look for plants.

Find some more, and when Yin makes the things on her drawing, she can pack her things and go back.

To open a small vendor, she can sell at zero cost first, and then open a store after making some money.

When she came back at noon, she simply made something to eat and then started focusing on her peppercorn oil.

The peppercorns had been completely dried. She put the peppercorns into the basin, put some imitation wood in it, and lit the flame in her right hand.

A lot of oil was added to the pot. When the oil was hot, she took a spoon to scoop some oil and lightly poured it on the peppercorns.

As soon as the peppercorns were oiled, they immediately made a slight tingling sound. She poured the oil on them one by one. When the oil was completely poured in, she separated the peppercorns from the oil.

Sichuan pepper oil is made.

She tapped the spoon on the basin, smiled, and took a glass bottle to put the pepper oil.

After walking out of the yard, she waited for a while and was lucky enough to hunt a few birds that passed by in the sky.
Chapter completed!