Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 217: Immortal Sand Soul-Restoring Talisman

"Today, the abnormal riot in the Sea of ​​Origin has subsided, and the monsters spawned by the waves have been cleared by our brave magical girls. Citizens can travel without worry."

The radio beside him played a report from the Magical Girls Association. Chen Xingzhi sat in a rocking chair, sipping tea and listening to the radio.

It was a little different from what he had imagined. This world he labeled "magical girl" was not a fairy-tale world. On the contrary, it was like a pool of stagnant water, smelly and dirty.

The major chaebols control every aspect of this world, the channels for promotion are blocked, and people are more pursuing various sensory enjoyments.

Those chaebols also formed the so-called Magical Girls Association together with the elves that appeared from nowhere to suppress the frequent monster riots in various places.

Thanks to the time-reversal technology provided by the elves, the tycoons were able to reduce the damage caused by the monsters to almost nothing. As a result, the humans in this world developed a habit of watching the fun.

"An interesting world, but too dead."

Most people in this world pursue the ultimate sensory enjoyment, and especially like to participate in the battles of magical girls. They don't care whether they are killed head-on or by the aftermath.

"Really? I think it's pretty good, or rather, not enough."

A voice with a hint of confusion and bewitching meaning appeared in Chen Xingzhi's ears. He took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, glanced at the birdcage on the table next to him, and said calmly:

"That's true for an old, naturally evil creature like you, but for me, you're a little too extreme."

Inside the birdcage was a pitch-black bird that looked like a crow. It was pecking at a strip of meat in the cage. Its occasionally opened beak revealed fine and sharp teeth.

It is another will that was separated from Chen Qiu by Chen Xingzhi, the will that belongs to the source of supernatural powers.

Chen Xingzhi is already a fifth-level being. Even if the source of supernatural power is deeply integrated with Chen Qiu, he can cut it out accurately without hurting Chen Qiu in the slightest.

As for the incomplete will that was cut off, he did not let it go easily, but tried to assimilate it, or in other words, to contaminate it with evil.

The result was that he was half successful. As soon as this incomplete will was partially infected by him, it suddenly woke up and started a fierce confrontation with him.

Chen Xingzhi originally thought that Old Deng, who had just crawled out of the grave, would not be his opponent, but facts proved that this old fellow who was still alive was still very stubborn.

The moment it learned of its own situation, it immediately made the decision to perish along with the enemy, intending to destroy itself so that no one would benefit.

Out of desperation, Chen Xingzhi had to temporarily compromise and reach an agreement with the source of supernatural powers.

After the agreement was reached, the source of the supernatural power constructed a body on its own, a body shaped like a crow.

According to it, this is the appearance of its true body.

Chen Xingzhi just nodded, and rubbed out a birdcage with his backhand and locked the bird in it.

"You don't really think I'm a bird, do you?"

The crows pecked at the strips of meat he put into the cage, and from time to time they made strange roars that did not sound like the calls of birds.

"If you want, it's not impossible. I can take you out for a walk."

Chen Xingzhi knocked on the birdcage, but his eyes looked towards the door.

A little head popped into the room, looked around, and asked in a soft voice, "Excuse me, is the manager here?"

Since it was dark inside and the lights were not on, it was normal that people outside the door could not see clearly.

Chen Xingzhi pressed the switch, and the room suddenly became bright.

The people outside also saw what was going on inside and slowly walked into this strange little shop.

Yes, the only feeling that this small shop located in an alley gave her was that it was weird. Not only did its opening hours not remain fixed, but the items sold also changed drastically every once in a while.

What's even stranger is that the store manager inside can always find many of the products she needs as if by magic, even if these things are not on the shelves.

"Hey, isn't this that guy? Why did you end get out of class so early today?" Chen Xingzhi greeted him with a smile while teasing the crow.

The girl who just walked in from the door almost fell down when she heard this, and said resentfully: "No way, manager, I have patronized your store so many times, don't you remember my name?"

"Uh, I, I remember now, your name is Cheng Shuangshuang, right?" "Wrong," the girl said expressionlessly, "My name is Cheng Yingying."

"Ah, this." Chen Xingzhi inadvertently used a little more force in his hand while teasing the crow, causing it to scream in pain.

"So what do you plan to buy this time you visit the store? Grenades, a strong-melting gun, or an electromagnetic cannon?"

This girl named Cheng Yingying is no ordinary person. She is a reserve magical girl of the Magical Girls Association. If nothing unexpected happens, she will soon sign a formal contract with the association and become a formal magical girl.

"Manager, do you think I can afford those things?" Cheng Yingying's face fell. "I just came here to replenish some magic crystals and maintain my weapons."

Before they become official magical girls, the association will not provide them with supplies, and they have to prepare everything by themselves, which is extremely stingy.

"Okay, then just wait a moment. I'll go to the warehouse to find what you want."

Chen Xingzhi stood up, picked up the birdcage and walked into the warehouse behind the store, pretending to search for it, but in fact he wanted to rub the magic crystals with his hands on the spot.

Cheng Yingying looked at his back and the birdcage in his hand in confusion.

She didn't understand why the store manager always carried a birdcage with him wherever he went. Could it be that the birdcage was his true form?
Without going into further details, she took the opportunity to look at other products on the shelves while the store manager was in the warehouse.

Gene mutation bomb, positron cannon, individual teleporter
The more Cheng Yingying looked, the stranger her expression became. Although she didn't quite understand whether these things were real or not, she began to doubt whether they could be displayed for sale openly.

Moreover, the prices of these things are ridiculously high. No wonder almost no one comes to this store. I guess they are scared away by the things on the shelves and the prices.

Cheng Yingying took a quick look at today's new arrivals and quickly returned to the counter, where she noticed a small shelf on which lay a stack of strange scribbles.

She picked up one of the papers and examined it carefully. It was a yellow paper made of unknown material, with red words written in an unknown language. She felt a little dizzy after just looking at it for a while.

"What is this?" She forced herself to look away and looked at Chen Xingzhi who had just returned from the warehouse. He was holding a bag of magic crystals in his hand.

Chen Xingzhi glanced at the thing in her hand and replied casually, "I got the Immortal Sand Soul-Restoring Scroll from Xuanjun Temple. It is very effective. If you want it, I can give it to you as a gift."

This was the result he obtained after he was promoted to the fifth level, combining the "Soul Condensation Method" and the current status preservation technology. As the name suggests, it is a higher-level resurrection method.

Cheng Yingying didn't know the value of the talisman, and complained: "No, you gave the talisman you asked for as a gift to the customers? You even put it on the shelf to sell?"

"Is it not possible?" Chen Xingzhi put his hands on his hips. "I have asked the abbot of Xuanjun Temple, and even he agreed with me doing this."

Xuanjun Temple belongs to him anyway, so what's wrong with wholesale some talismans?
Cheng Yingying looked at his righteous expression speechlessly, and without saying anything, she took the supermarket plastic bag containing the magic crystal and stuffed the talisman into it.

As a frugal person, she never refuses store gifts, and even if she wins a bottle cap of a beverage, she will go to the trouble to redeem the prize.

"Also, help me maintain my weapon." Cheng Yingying took out a Type I magic firearm from her schoolbag and placed it on the counter.

Chen Xingzhi nodded, took the gun, and meticulously completed the entire maintenance process before returning it to the other party.

When collecting the money, he mentioned: "You must have spent a lot of money to buy this magic firearm, right?"

"That's not the case. A very good senior applied for it for me." When Cheng Yingying mentioned this, a hint of gratitude inadvertently flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Chen Xingzhi narrowed his eyes and was skeptical about what she said about "a very good senior".

After all, what kind of good senior would hand over a weapon with many defects that could explode at any time to his junior?

He didn't point this out, but just quietly filled in the gaps and refreshed it to factory-new condition.

As Cheng Yingying left, the crow in the birdcage in his hand suddenly spoke up: "Is there anything worth paying attention to about that little girl?"

"Of course there is, you just can't see it."

Chen Xingzhi stared at the store entrance, one eye focused on the reality, the other on Cheng Yingying's future.

A blood-red color was reflected in his eyes, which were used to observe the future.

(End of this chapter)