Today's town is sparsely populated.

Many of the monks who passed by were in a hurry, as if something important had happened.

However, Wang Mu was pressed for time, and he didn't have the heart to care about these.

While thinking about what to do next step after purchasing the things he needed to draw the talisman, he also walked forward quickly.

After coming to Wanshuge, Wang Mu directly pointed out his needs to the shopkeeper.

Hearing that it was Wang Mu's request, the shopkeeper didn't say much nonsense.

After all, this "down-and-out genius" of the Wang family is one of his regular customers in this bookstore, and he buys a large number of books from him every year.

The shopkeeper led him to an old bookshelf and left in some surprise.

Wang Mu looked at the somewhat old bookshelf in front of him, and couldn't help but wave his hand in front of him and fan it.

The books on these shelves are a little dusty, and at first glance, no one has touched them for a long time.

He was standing in front of the tome on drawing talismans.

On the shelf next to it is the Dan Dao classics, and the dust on the shelf seems to be thicker.

Think about it too.

These books on alchemy and drawing talismans are just a façade here.

After all, how can there be a real alchemist in this Whitewater Town?

There are two talismans, but they are also very mysterious, they are the offerings of the Baishui Town Mansion, and outsiders can rarely see them.

As for the real alchemists, there are not many in Qingshan City.

At most, there are only a few pharmacists in Whitewater.

These people can only refine some simple medicinal powders, similar to hemostatic medicines, healing medicines, and the like.

You can't even refine the Gathering Spirits.

Almost all of the Gathering Spirit Powder used by the monks of Baishui Town for cultivation was purchased from the two official shops of "Taixiangfang" and "Tiandan Pavilion" all over the country.

A small amount of Gathering Spirits flowed out of the treasury of Baishui Town.

If there is a chance to sell the upgraded Gathering Spirit in the future, it may also be a good choice.

But this efficiency is really not as fast as upgrading spirit stones.

Shaking his head not to think about these things, Wang Mu focused his attention on the bookshelf in front of him.

After careful sifting, he picked two books.

A copy of "The Complete Book of Inferior Fu Seals".

A book of "Detailed Explanation of the First Symbol", probably talks about how to draw the first symbol in life.

It's all basic books.

"Prince Wang, these two books are worth a total of three taels of Lingsan."

The shopkeeper smiled and helped Wang Mu wrap it.

"So expensive?!" Hearing the price, Wang Mu was directly surprised.

However, although he was surprised, he still took out a porcelain bottle from his arms.

This is filled with the ordinary Gathering Spirit Scatter that Wang Mu used to trade items.

According to the official standard, one low-grade spirit stone can buy two copies of Gathering Spirit Powder.

There are ten taels of one Gathering Spirit Scatter.

Among the monks, in addition to the spirit stones, the common currency is usually replaced by some equivalent cultivation resources.

And in this Baishui Town, where spirit stones are scarce, the most commonly used cultivation medicine, Ju Ling San, has naturally become one of the currencies to replace spirit stones.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore smiled and took the porcelain vase with his hand and took out a very delicate nickname.

Then carefully uncork the bottle.

Some sparkling cyan powder was poured out of it.

His movements are very neat.

After weighing three taels, he put the excess Julingsan powder back into the porcelain bottle with a metal spoon.

It was returned to Wang Mu.

Then, he explained to Wang Mu: "This book of "Lower Grade Fu Seal Daquan" is worth nearly three taels of Gathering Lingsan. ”

"This second book is equivalent to giving it to you for nothing, if it is placed in Qingshan City, this book of talisman seals will be worth five taels of gathering spirits!"

"This asking price is already very cheap, and it depends on your face as a regular customer."

Wang Mu could only nod, stuffed the book into his arms, and then put away the porcelain bottle, turned around and walked outside.

However, the shopkeeper shouted to him again: "That's right, Prince Wang!" ”

"Is there anything else to do with Shopkeeper Lai?" Wang Mu stopped and asked curiously.

The shopkeeper of the library looked at him with a serious expression: "I heard that there were dead people at the city gate last night, and there were people on the streets all day today, if you are okay, go back early, there is no life outside." ”

Wang Mu was slightly surprised and nodded.

After thanking him, he quickly left the bookstore and walked down the street.

In addition to buying books, he also needed to buy some tools and materials for drawing symbols.

As for the reminder of the shopkeeper......

"Someone died at the gates last night? There are guards at the gates of the city, and people can still die? I haven't heard of anything like this in years. ”

Wang Mu frowned and took this matter to heart.

Recently, in this situation, all kinds of unstable things have occurred frequently, and we really have to be careful.

I didn't take two steps, and just turned into Peach Blossom Street on the side.

Wang Mu suddenly paused, and his face sank.

I'm really afraid of something.

I saw that the street in front of me, which should have been the liveliest street in Whitewater Town, was quiet at this time.

As far as the eye can see, there are no passers-by on the entire street.

In the middle of the road, Wang Mu saw several corpses lying in disarray.

Only then did he notice that a faint white mist was suspended in the air.

The mist enveloped the peach blossoms planted on both sides of the street.

Everything seemed so quiet.

But there's something weird about it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Mu took a step back.

He was going to get out of here.

The shopkeeper's words are still in my ears.

The secret he heard in the teahouse yesterday made his heart beat even more.

However, as soon as he took a step back, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Excuse me...... How to get to the Baishui mass grave? ”

Wang Mu suddenly turned around when he heard the sound.

After seeing the person who came, he suddenly furrowed his brows.

I saw a figure appear out of thin air behind him.

With his cultivation, he didn't even hear a sound.

The man was pale and dressed in the costume of the Chen family of the Xiuzhen family.

His eyes were hollow, and his cuffs faintly flashed with a touch of blood.

All in all, this person looks very strange.

This Peach Blossom Street is the most unique street in Whitewater Town.

There are many peach trees planted on both sides of the whole bluestone slab paved street, and when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, walking on the street will have a unique scenery.

But now this gorgeous scenery is matched with this strange figure in front of him, and it suddenly looks a little inexplicably terrifying.

Could it be that this man is a madman who kills people indiscriminately?

But......

Wang Mu didn't plan to cause any trouble.

Lunatic...... It should make sense, right?

He smiled politely and said patiently to the man, "Baishui is a grave, right?" I know how to get around. ”

"It's in a mountain col two hundred miles east of Whitewater."

He patiently explained that he showed everywhere the excellent good qualities of helping others that he had cultivated in modern society.

Then, when the figure was stunned.

Wang Mu also took out a very neatly folded parchment roll from his arms.

Spread it out in front of the man.

If you look closely, this is actually a map of Whitewater.

I don't know what he's doing with it.

"See, this is the ...... of Peach Blossom Street where we are now"

"What about you, go from here."

"Follow this road out of town."

"Remember, it's the closest to the north gate."

"Then head south and follow the trail all the way up the hill......"

"After the Green Pine Ridge, as long as you look to the west, you can see a lot of messy tombstones."

He smiled confidently: "Then, that is the public grave used by Baishui Town to bury ordinary people." ”

"That's what you call a white water mass grave."

After finishing speaking, he put away the map and stepped forward and stuffed it into the arms of the Chen family disciple.

"This map is not worth much, if you can't find the way, I will bring it to you for reference."

After saying all this, the strange Chen family disciple seemed to be stunned in place, as if it was the first time he had encountered this situation.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Wang Mu turned around and left.

It's just that what makes his face sink.

As soon as he turned around, the figure appeared in front of him again.

He didn't even notice how the other person was moving.

Endless?

"Come with me." The man said coldly.

"There's something, I'm going to learn to draw talismans from today, I'm very busy, I don't have time, you can find someone else."

Wang Mu waved his hand impatiently and turned around again.

The figure appeared in front of him again.

"You're endless, aren't you?!"

This time, Wang Mu suddenly became furious.

Even the children of the Chen family didn't react.

I saw that Wang Mu's figure suddenly blossomed, leaving a few flying feather-shaped spirit patterns in place, and he appeared in front of the Chen family's disciples at an extremely fast speed.

Powerful spiritual power burst out from Wang Mu's body.

His whole body was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and he slammed into the body of the Chen family's disciple and slammed it into the air.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wang Mu's left hand tugged back into the air.

The body of the Chen family disciple who was originally retreating changed direction in an instant, and suddenly floated towards Wang Mu for a distance.

Wang Mu's face turned ruthless, and he jumped forward fiercely on the spot, his right hand instantly clenched into a fist, and a dignified spiritual power instantly gathered in his fist.

Bang!

This punch smashed extremely accurately on the abdomen dantian of the Chen family's disciple, and smashed it out again.

At the same time, Wang Mu's heart moved, looked at a thick bluestone brick placed on the side of the road, held it in his hand, and strode to the disciple of the Chen family who was lying motionless on the ground.

"They all said that I have something, and you want to force me? Can't find death? ”

He frowned and kicked the Chen family disciple over, and when he saw that he was not moving, he wondered.

"That's dizzy? It's too vegetable, isn't it? Can such a dish still be murdered on the streets? Do the patrol men eat dry food? ”

He couldn't help but muttered to himself.

Even Wang Mu didn't notice that as the Chen family disciple fainted to death, the white fog on the street gradually disappeared.