Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Secret in the Interlayer

  Exhausted

  Li Le, on the other hand, was worried and anxious at this time, constantly scratching his head, silently memorizing the properties and uses of the herbs.

  For Xiao Hong, reading books is relatively fast, but for Li Le, it's like an old cow pulling a cart.

  However, Li Le did not dare to slack off. Firstly, this seemed to be linked to his salary, and secondly, working in a pharmacy, he didn't even know the most basic things, what use would they have for him?

  After locking the door, Xiao Hong came to the front hall and stood in front of a medical analysis instrument that was as tall as one person. On the instrument, there were three types of magical patterns: imaging pattern, scanning pattern, and medical integration pattern. They could detect the internal condition of the body and display it through the imaging pattern.

  Standing in front of a medical analysis instrument, align the scan sticker with the chest and start it.

  In an instant, the scanning tattoo shot towards Xiao Hong's chest, moving up and down continuously. At the same time, the image tattoo also popped out a small light screen, which clearly displayed the internal image of Xiao Hong's chest. Only to see that his lung lobes near the heart were all densely packed with purple lines, as thick as fingers, like vines, surrounding the heart, occasionally jumping up and down.

  Such a scene was also seen by Xiao Hong three years ago in a medical institution, where he frightened the pharmacist and said that he had been practicing medicine for many years and had never seen such a disease.

  "It seems to have thickened a bit more." Xiao Hong gazed at the purple lines, muttering to himself, his expression filled with severity and helplessness, and even a hint of faint sorrow.

  Obviously, as Sang Hongyun said before, Zhi Tong Yao Mo Xian can only control, but cannot cure.

  Shutting down the medical analysis equipment, Xiao Hong's expression didn't change much, and he urged Li Le once again before turning around and walking towards the backyard, returning to his own room.

  Turn on the light, the room is bright, Xiao Hong sat in front of the desk and let out a long sigh, then began to sort out the money box. Today, he earned a total of 20 silver coins, after deducting all kinds of costs, Xiao Hong could finally earn seven or eight silver coins.

  If it were usual, such income would be okay, after all, it's just the first day of opening. However, if this continues, it won't work because Xiao Hong urgently needs money now!

  Moreover, as the power of magic grows, the level of making magic patterns becomes higher and higher, which will cost more and more money. For example, Sang Hongyun, to make a decent magic pattern, the estimated cost is several hundred gold coins, or even thousands of gold coins.

  Obviously, if Xiao Hong wants to get a lot of money now, he can only use the most common method used by tattoo artists, that is, making tattoos and then selling them, which is also the main source of income for tattoo artists.

  After a large amount of manufacturing and sales, there is also a significant improvement in the level of counterfeit goods, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

  With this idea in mind, Xiao Hong took some materials and thought for a moment before starting to make them. What he made were basically all medicine talismans, and they were only third-grade apprentice-level.

  Looking at the root cause, good medicine is relatively cheaper than war medicine in terms of cost, and sales are relatively large. Even if it can't be sold out, it won't lose much.

  The production continued for two days, and looking at the two pieces of medicine magic patterns in front of him, each with a cost price of one gold coin, Xiao Hong also planned to find some time to go to the traveler's magic pattern store to sell them.

  He carefully put the two medicinal patterns into the drawer, and Xiao Hong took out the German concave pattern to continue watching. Now, about the basic knowledge of the German concave pattern, after these days of observation, Xiao Hong has already mastered it, and what follows is the combination of several stripe paths, which can form strange phenomena.

  Even after each set of constituent introductions is completed, there will be a finished product hologram production method as an example, which is quite considerate.

  These demonic auras are at the lowest level, but they still have the power of a sixth-level cultivator. With Xiao Hong's current strength, he is still one step away from being able to control them.

  For some reason, every time he saw this old and tattered book in front of him, Xiao Hong's mind would involuntarily conjure up that dark shadow. Perhaps it was because the author of this book and that dark shadow were both mysterious and powerful existences in Xiao Hong's eyes.

  He rubbed his eyes slightly, and Xiao Hong leaned back in his chair, pulling out the black cloth from his pocket, which was left by the black shadow. Originally, Xiao Hong wanted to find some clues inside, but he ended up with nothing.

  Just as he was about to throw the inconspicuous piece of cloth aside, Xiao Hong's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that a corner of the cloth had a slight opening, just like a hidden layer.

  "Two layers?" Xiao Hong suddenly discovered the difference in this piece of fabric, carefully tearing open the two pieces of fabric, and saw that between the two pieces of fabric, there was a thin layer of interlining with faint magic patterns on it.

  The material used for the inlay, Xiao Hong couldn't identify for the time being, but such a strange and exotic pattern, Xiao Hong had never seen before. On a soft, silky material, intricate patterns were carved like fine hairs, requiring incredibly strong knife skills and precise control.

  Carefully taking out the soft, thin and delicate magic pattern that was as thin as an eggshell, he placed it on his desk and then took the microscope beside him to start studying it carefully.

  Through research by Xiao Hong, it was discovered that this strange demon in front of him had a solidifying effect.

  That's not right, reinforcement? If so, how could he easily tear off a corner of the Black Shadow Cloak with Thorny Vine? This is too unrealistic.

  Xiao Hong analyzed it in his mind and had many doubts. He put the magic cloth strip under the microscope again, and Xiao Hong made a further discovery.

  That's why this demon pattern is not a reinforcement, but an increase in burden, increasing the burden on its own driving force.

  Isn't it a disease to increase the burden on one's own strength, which would greatly restrict the play of its own strength? However, in the next moment, Xiao Hong thought out the key point, increasing the burden on his own strength, as if he could also strengthen his own strength in the subtle and imperceptible process!

  Just like a person exercising, usually binding lead blocks on the body every day, it may bring inconvenience during exercise, but once removed, there will be a feeling of lightness and freedom.

  Similar to this tattoo, Xiao Hong had heard of it before in a tattoo miscellaneous talk, but hadn't really seen the specific style, and today Xiao Hong was enlightened.

  Similarly, after such analysis, Xiao Hong also broke out in a cold sweat, because he thought of a question, that is, the black shadow was wearing this kind of thing and could still exert such strength, then... how strong was that guy's real strength? Xiao Hong couldn't help but wonder.

  Xiao Hong spent almost the entire night studying the strip of cloth with the mysterious pattern, and didn't fall asleep until 3 am.

  After a long period of study, Xiao Hong has more or less grasped some of the magical concepts on the "cloth strip". As I always say, as long as he can use it himself, Xiao Hong is like a sponge, absorbing everything.

  The next morning, before the pharmacy opened, Xiao Hong took the two medicine magic patterns he had made and carried a shopping bag to leave the pharmacy and head straight to the traveler's magic pattern store.

  When he arrived near the tattoo shop, Xiao Hong remained expressionless and directly turned into a secluded public toilet, where he took out the hidden travel kit and voice-changing tattoo from his shopping bag.

  After leaving the public toilet, Xiao Hong hurriedly and quickly walked towards the Mochi store.

  Xiao Hong had no choice but to use the identity of Quan Cang, as the matter of the demon tattoo fragments had already been made public by the Xizhen and Zerui families. If he were to go there as Xiao Hong, selling medicine demon tattoos with the technique of Wen Zhongwen, it was likely that Quan Cang's true identity would be exposed soon after.

  The mysterious veil of the Tuo tribe was lifted, revealing a mere fifth-level Beastmaster. People would laugh at him and not take him seriously. When the time came, many people would stop at nothing to demand or rob him of his tattooing techniques. As a mere fifth-level Beastmaster, how could he protect his skills? The principle of "a weak man is innocent but guilty because of his treasure" was still clear to Xiao Hong. Unless one day, Xiao Hong's strength grew enough to protect himself.

  To avoid more trouble and protect himself, Xiao Hong could only do so.

  "Excuse me, sir, you..."

  Just as Xiao Hong walked into the store, the salesgirl habitually asked, but this sentence was only half spoken. The salesgirl's whole body suddenly froze, her faint smile on her face solidified, replaced by astonishment, and her mouth opened in an "O" shape.

  Nowadays, Quan Cang has been hyped up and is known as the most mysterious great pharmacist in Tai Wu City. How could the sales lady not have heard of him?

  It was never expected that the rights of the family, which many families were desperately searching for, would come here. The Xing Mo Magic Shop in Taiwu City is not small, but it can't be compared with the Shang Hong Magic Pattern operated by Sang Hongyun.

  At the same time, other salespeople and customers on the entire floor had also discovered the hidden figure, and they all fixed their eyes on the entrance, motionless, staring like statues.

  "Mr. Quan... Mr. Quan, you..." After a while, the salesgirl asked tentatively, her tone not polite or respectful, but rather cautious.

  "I'm here to get a tattoo." Xiao Hong said simply and directly went upstairs, he was already very familiar with this place, while the salesgirl followed behind him, not even daring to breathe.

  Compared with Xiao Hong's previous visit here, it was simply two different treatments.

  Arriving at the third floor, Xiao Hong directly went to the consignment counter and took out two magical talismans from his pocket. One was for removing stasis and dampness, while the other was for repairing cells. Each talisman could be used five times.

  In fact, Xiao Hong could have increased the number of uses, but that would require increasing the cost, and more importantly, Xiao Hong did not want his Medicine Demon Pattern to be used for a long time in one person's hands.

  He glanced at the pawnbroker in front of him, who was already stunned, and Xiao Hong didn't say much. He pushed the two talismans to the pawnbroker and said softly, "Pawn, each for two gold."