"What are you doing here? Is this a hanger?"

"No, it's better for you to think of it as scaffolding: it's for fixing mine. "Qian Jing and the ghost are in the room next to the portal, which is just enough to block the sight of the three fortress star mages. Qian Jing tied the iron pipe with a rope and processed a strange thing. When it lies flat, it resembles a four-legged stool, in which a person can lie down, and then that person can hold his arm to an upward iron pipe and make a lifting motion. Then, Qian Jing opened the mouth of the woven bag, and put his two hands into it to prop it up. When doing so, Qian Jing can effortlessly maintain the movement of holding the woven bag with the help of the shelf.

Some of the black stickmen slipped into the woven bags along Qian Jing's arm, while others lined up on the shelves one by one. Those in the woven bag can take the goods that need to be carried from the Qian Jing's hand, and then pass them out in turn. When the goods leave the woven bag, they are handed over to the stickman on the shelf for transfer. Qian Jing thought about it and felt that it could be improved, so he carried the flat shoulder of the white flag diagonally on his shoulder, and the other end was pestled on the ground, forming a narrow slide. As a result, the stickman can place the goods on the flat pole, which reduces the workload with the help of the special weight-bearing capacity of the flat pole and protects the scaffolding and money mirror from stress. As a result, after the operation of a whole set of projects, the Qian Mirror itself can be completely inactive, and the stickman himself can complete the entire shipping process.

"I pick a large batch of goods to transport and then have the stickman move them out of the woven bag and put them here first. I'll sleep for a while, and then I'll be transported next door on a wheelbarrow - mainly because I don't want the Stronghold Star Mage to see that I'm lazy, or I'll let the stickman push the wheelbarrow. ”

"Oh, don't worry, I can help you. The ghost raised his index finger and said very seriously, "Since your stickman can push a wheelbarrow, I can help them deliver the goods—just pretend." Give them the goods, the three mages will have to check it anyway, and we won't have to worry about the rest. You can sleep until you regain your spirits, and then give me a breath of yang energy as a reward. ”

"Deal!" Qian Jing was already quite sleepy, especially after he lay down in the shelf. After watching the stickman complete a few portings, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He had an interesting dream. In the dream, he came to a place made of complete darkness, with nothing around him, and there was no feeling that his feet were touching the ground. However, there is no fall here, it is exactly the same in all directions, and there is no difference between rest and motion.

Qian Jing had heard the story that people would gradually go crazy if they were locked in a small dark room, but he was in the same environment without the slightest nervousness and fear. Although this darkness does not bring warmth and comfort, it is also not lonely and dangerous. It's just "nothing", not even something to be afraid of.

"Optimistic. A gender-indistinguishable voice spat out two words in Qian Jing's ear. Then, a white point of light appeared in the extreme distance and continued to expand, like a shroud of light. Inside the hood is a variety of brilliant colors, which merge with each other in the process of changing forms, as if to give birth to something new......

"Look at the outside of the light. The voice rang out again.

The outside of the light is dark, what is there to see? Qian Jing's thoughts were very clear, as if he was awake now. But he also knew he was dreaming, and this contradictory feeling made all the images in front of him tremble. "Look closely!" the voice finally carried some emotion. Qian Jing felt that he couldn't resist it, so he looked at it with his heart.

Then he saw it. Just outside the bright light, in every direction it went, there was something that was one step ahead of it. There is no definite shape, like a long band of mist. It has a texture that is darker than black and darker than dark, something that light can never touch.

Who is faster light or dark? For when the light advances, the darkness always waits ahead. Perhaps it was the darkness that first took over the void, and then the light created the world.

The ball of light grew bigger and bigger, gradually approaching the Qian Mirror, and finally swallowed him inside. Qian Jing woke up from his dream, but he clearly remembered the last scene of the dream: before the arrival of the light ball of the new world, he finally saw clearly, the black pathfinder on the outer layer of the light ball was constantly changing, exactly the same as the mind shaping ink.

"What does this dream portend, is it telling me the origin of the Mind-Shaping Ink?" Qian Jing opened his eyes and looked at his arm, where the black stickman stood busy carrying goods - they were the creatures created by the Mind-Shaping Ink. "Maybe the Mind-Shaping Ink was able to create stickman because it was part of the creation process, or even the first part, why did you let me know this, is it useful?"

Of course, there is another explanation. He learned magic, and at night he had magical dreams about magic, and everything was just a whim, which seemed to make more sense. "Just having a dream doesn't mean anything, wake up and work, Qian Jing. ”

He ordered the stickman to untie his arm from the rack and put the woven bag aside. Sleeping in one position for a long time will cause body aches, and this time Qian Jing realized it. From his neck, shoulders, arms, and lower back, it seemed that everything was no longer his own, and no matter what he did, his joints would make a clicking sound.

Physical fatigue and hunger in the stomach were expected, which only needed to be relieved by supplementing food, and the most important thing was that Qian Jing's mind was well rested. He casually drew a "Water Locking" spell, and this time the water elemental obediently attached to the spell frame, forming a beautiful disk.

"Haha, I'm a magician. Oops...... Qian Jing rubbed his shoulders that were sore from exhaustion, grinning happily. He then opened the salesperson system to check the inventory, and found that the goods that needed to be moved were almost completed! He didn't know how long he had slept this time, but the total progress was already the sum of the previous seven days.

"Qian Jing, you're awake!" the ghost pushed the wheelbarrow back from next door. She threw the car away, and the last few stickmen jumped off the handlebars and returned to Qian Jing.

"Well, I got a good night's sleep and was in much better spirits. Look at this magic shield of mine, it's pretty right?"

The ghost stared wide-eyed at the water shield floating beside Qian Jing, and then poked it with his fingers. Not surprisingly, the ghost easily passed through the water locking technique. "It's okay, it looks shiny and beautiful, and you can look ......in the mirror when necessary," the ghost pursed his lips and reluctantly commented.

"It's just a small step in the history of magic, but it's a leap for me. I will definitely learn more and better magic, and I will show you when the time comes!" Qian Jing waved his hand and dispersed the locked water elemental disc. The fine droplets of water fall on the face, sending a hint of coolness. "Hell, everything is okay when I sleep?"

"This lazy rack of yours works, and the stickman is also very diligent—much better than you. While you were sleeping, I worked hard to push the cart back and forth to make sure everything went smoothly. Oh yes, Raisa came over and saw it, and I said that these stickmen are magic that you learned, and you use it for laziness. ”

"What? Raisa found out, did she believe it? Oh...... It's good to believe it, thank you for covering up the past. Qian Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and it was the best explanation to push the stickman matter to the magic of the fortress star. This mind-shaping ink was left by Old Man She to the She family, and after Qian Jing accidentally got it, he always had a small pimple in his heart, as if he was afraid that Raisha would take it back at any time.

"You live so carefully, why do you want to do this, anyway, you can still become a ghost after you die, and you can still play around. ”

"Maybe it's because you can be less careful after you die, so you need to be careful when you're alive. ”

"The ghost won't be caught up in your strange words, this kind of trick won't work for me!" the ghost grinned, and then, as if suddenly thinking of something important, he raised his index finger and said, "Oh, little money, forget about business!" Your stickman is a little weird, and he took some goods out of the woven bag and put them aside, but he didn't let me carry them. Take a look......"

Following the direction of the ghost's finger, there were eight identical packages piled up in the corner of the wall. Each package is one meter square, wrapped in a thick canvas and large bundles of nylon rope, giving it a sense of tightness. "What are these things?"

"I don't know, I'm not a salesperson. The ghost followed Qian Jing over to check: "These things were normal when they were taken out of the woven bag, but when they were about to be transported to the wheelbarrow, the stickman kicked them off and put them here." They weren't allowed me to look at it yet. ”

"So you didn't go to see it? It's not like you. Qian Jing's hand is placed on the package, and then it is viewed through the system's ability to count the goods. "This is the scale armor material transported from the Dragon Underworld, the business of the three dragons. The amount is not small, in addition to these eight packages, there are more than twenty that have been shipped before. ”

"Why did your stickman detain them?"

"I don't know, the stickman can't speak. Oh yes, they can write. Qian Jing took out a pen and paper and handed it to the stickman, and then saw them working together to draw crooked words on the paper.

These things are dangerous.

"What's the danger? No, why do you still have the danger?" Qian Jing jumped up. "What's in there? Bomb? Doesn't it mean that the White Flag grocery store is safe in terms of transshipment? By the way, I'll have to tell Raisa!"

He told the stickman to keep an eye on the things, and then without waiting for the ghosts, he ran to find Raisa in a hurry. It just so happened that Raisa was in front of the store, where she had set up a desk so that she could meet the merchants from all the channels who came to pick up the goods. A Stronghold Star mage sat across from her, one smiling, the other serious.

If it was Lai Isa who was smiling, it wouldn't have alerted Qian Jing. Now the situation is that Raisa faces the smiling magician with a grim expression as cold as ice, which is a little strange. Qian Jing took a second look, wasn't that magician one of the three magicians who came to check the safety of the goods?

The dangerous package, the mage in charge of the inspection, the serious store manager - the money mirror is vague and has a not very good feeling. Especially when Raisa turned her head, opened her lips slightly and stopped talking, her eyes were full of worry and warning, Qian Jing immediately understood - something was wrong!

It would be safest for him to turn around and go back and let the ghost burrow through the ground to see what was going on. However, the idea only appeared for a moment and was abandoned. Instead of slowing down, he rushed forward in three steps and two steps, drawing a circle in the air with his left hand.

"Look, I've learned magic!" Qian Jing pounced on it, slamming it on the desk, letting out a loud "oops" as he separated Raisa from the magician with his own body, while performing a water-locking spell with his left hand. He was simply extraordinary, and the Water Lock Spell gathered the surrounding meta elements, forming a smooth mirror in an instant.

The magician looked at his face from the water mirror, and it could be said that he could see it in the slightest. Qian Jing took advantage of the water mirror to block her vision, and dragged her back as soon as she grabbed Laisha. In the midst of the chaos, the two men fell to the ground in embarrassment, but they finally managed to get some distance away from the magician.

"What are you afraid of, can I still hurt you in the aura of your shop?" the magician said calmly. He looked at Qian Jing's water lock spell and smiled slightly: "It's worthy of the blue water balloon, your water magic is very interesting, and the idea of blocking your vision is very good." I also figured it out when you started casting spells. ”

The magician sat firmly and spoke to Qian Jing, who didn't look at him at all, but focused on blocking Laisha behind him. "Are you alright? Did you fall in pain? I forgot about the store protection ring just now, thinking you were restrained. ”

"Thank you for rushing up. Raisa reached out and asked Qian Jing to pull her up. "Qian Jing, have we received eight packages from the Dragon Underworld?"

"Maybe, I'll have to make sure, what's wrong?"

"Wrap those up to me and keep your mouth shut, or someone will die. The magician said.

"Uh, I gave you a package, can you guarantee that person eternal life?" Qian Jing immediately retorted.

"I only guarantee that the part that dies is not in the trade if it survives. There was no change in expression on the magician's face, and he was still smiling and relaxed. "The White Flag grocery store is such a good place, as long as you talk to me about business with kindness, you can't hurt me, and of course I can't hurt you. Eight parcels, strictly secrecy, in exchange for three hundred lives will not die today, this business is quite suitable. ”

Qian Jing looked at Raisa, who understood and said the reason: "They can only operate in the back warehouse and the store in front, not in other areas." He saw the ghost delivering the goods with a cart and guessed that the package might be inside, but he couldn't get in. He said that there were still bombs in the city, and that Feng Lingzhu and Liu Ming had been captured. If his conditions are not agreed, these people will die. ”

"Don't forget one more thing," added the magician, "this is my deal with your White Flag, and if anyone else knows, they'll die." Ah, your expressions are funny, especially the changes in the corners of your eyes - we don't have this muscle. ”

"I would love to beat him up. Qian Jing said to Laisha.

"There can be no fighting inside the white flag, that's the rule. He's also protected, and you can't beat him. ”

"I want to think, I want to think about ......"