How to become a mermaid

Chapter 74 Gifts
Shamanleir looked at the fighting fish for a while, then lost interest.

He would rather watch two people fight than watch two fish fight.

It's a pity that these people can't fight, they are afraid of being deducted from their salaries.

Shamanlael swam to the infirmary floor, ready to find Planck, but he didn't expect to see the whole corridor filled with smoke before he swam there.

Red, green, black, and blue smokes of various colors occupy a corner of the corridor, do not blend with each other and collide with each other, making the entire corridor look like a magic cave.

Samantel thought that something happened in the infirmary, so he accelerated his swimming speed.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

As soon as he swam to the door of the infirmary, he heard a loud noise coming from inside.

"Cough cough...cough cough!" Plank coughed inside, and the smoke was probably choked by the smoke again.

Smoke continued to float out of the room and flow into the corridor.

Knowing that Planck should be fine, Shamanlell decided to wait for him quietly outside.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, I saw Planck open the door of the infirmary with a look of exhaustion.

Planck's eyes were red and bloodshot, and the tears were still flowing down, and there were two clear snot hanging from his nose.

From time to time, he wiped it with the white handkerchief in his hand, or raised his nose to sniff the snot. The whole leopard looked like it had been wronged.

Because of the smog in the corridor, he didn't see Shamanlael above his head, and he was preparing to go outside after a pause to get some air in other places.

"Planck!" Samantel called to him.

Hearing this voice, Planck looked up somewhat unexpectedly.

"You... good... ah, little... mermaid! Ah... ah, thanks!" Plank originally wanted to say hello to Shamanlael with a smile, but as soon as he smiled, he was choked and sneezed.

"Sorry!" Samantel showed an apologetic expression, swam out, and said to Planck while swimming: "Let's go to another place to talk!"

Plank nodded and followed Shamanlael away.

They came to the next floor, which was the corridor where Shamanlell usually watched the scenery.

"Planke, I often see you concocting potions these days, is it because you want to concoct all the potions you need to use recently before the end of the month?"

"I saw in your note that you can't configure potions when the last moon rises. What will happen if you configure potions at the end of the moon?" Shamanlael asked curiously.

Hearing his question, Plank thought for a while, and said slowly: "It will...distort...distort!"

"There are...some...materials...that will...come...to life, but...not...it is...really...resurrected, but...is...acquired...some...strange...weird...life... .”

"During the process of...preparing...preparing...the pharmacist...may...may...be...distorted...even if...preparing...preparing...completed, drinking...the potion... ...people...can...may...be...distorted..."

When he said this, Planck’s expression was very serious. He stared at Shamanlael with a pair of red bloodshot eyes, and warned: "The last...month...time...period...absolutely...yes...cannot...configure... ...potions!"

When Shamanlear heard the warning, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

He knew what an aberration was, and it usually only happened to people who had drunk too many potions and caused confusion.

Their bodies will deform uncontrollably after reaching a certain critical point, becoming a lump of flesh that has lost its shape and lost its mind, leaving only instinct.

The most frightening thing is that this phenomenon is also contagious. If it is contaminated by the blood or body fluids of the deformed person, it may also be deformed along with it.

If not stopped, it will lead to catastrophe.

Therefore, the treatment of aberrants is generally as long as they are found, they will be burned immediately, and there will be no residue left.

Although Shamanleir is full of curiosity, but it is not to the extent that he knows that he will die, so he naturally nodded and agreed: "Got it! I won't!"

He looked at Planck's red eyes and asked, "Have you been preparing potions these days?"

"Yes, with... a... some... last... month...period...may...can...use...get...on...something!" Plank replied.

Although the shelf life of serial potions is generally only one day, and the longer the time, the worse the effect, but other potions are not. Some can be stored for three to five days, and some can be stored for one or two months.

Plank plans to stockpile a little more before the end of the month, in case of a rainy day.

"That's too hard." Shamanlael felt a little distressed when he thought that Planck would have to endure the smoke and fire for several days.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if thinking of something, he excitedly said to Plank: "Wait a minute, I want to make something for you!"

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In Planck's puzzled eyes, Shamanlael swam away as fast as an arrow.

He wants to give Planck something that can isolate the smoke and dust!

Shamanlell looked around in the fish tank, and after a while, he found the bottle containing the solution and the lid that was broken off from the previous cage.

Since the hard spar is transparent, it will not block Planck's line of sight, and Shaman Lair also has a solution, which can knead the hard spar at will.

He took these two things into Moni's room, got out of the fish tank and prepared to shape them.

"What shape should I make?" Holding these two things, Shamanlaer began to recall the shapes of the goggles and masks he saw in his previous life.

But the quality of the mask depends on the material. Shaman Lair currently does not have that kind of non-woven fabric, and a gas mask flashed in his mind.

"The gas mask also needs to be filtered, and the process is too complicated..." Shaman Lair frowned.

Suddenly, something strange in shape broke into his mind.

Beak mask!

No, just borrow the shape and make an upgraded version of it.

First, the hard spar cover was integrally shaped into a head-sized headgear to completely protect Planck's head.

Then make a hook at the mouth, and make two ventilation holes in the lower part of the bend, so that the gas will not be inhaled directly, and then put several layers of gauze on the ventilation hole to filter the air, so as to prevent him from being choked by the smoke.

Finally, divide the headgear into two parts, the front and the back, make a small button, separate it when you don’t need it, and buckle it together when you need it, so that Planck can prevent poisonous gas and prevent him from doing things. Alive!
Shamanleir's thinking became clearer and clearer, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I'm such a genius!"

After boasting, he immediately started working.

However, although he has an idea, it is still a bit difficult to operate, because Shaman Leer has no mold, so he can only dissolve the hard spar a little bit and then shape it with difficulty by hand.

Seeing a lump of strange mask-like objects gradually appearing in his hands, Shamanlaer had the illusion that he was playing with mud, and it was very dry, hard and inexperienced mud.

After wrestling with the hard spar in his hand for a long time, Shamanlael finally completed the gift to Planck.

He lifted the hood up and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more it looked like a mask unearthed in Sanxingdui, and it was a modified version with a hook on the face and uneven lines.

Yes, hook eight.

Under Shamanleir's "powerful" hands-on ability, he squeezed the bird's beak into a chicken shape, or the kind that hangs down.

But this is not important, what is important is the effect of use!
The size of the headgear was made with reference to Planck's head. Shamanlell put it on for himself, and found that apart from being a little bigger and heavier, the vision was still quite clear.

A few minutes passed, and the breathing was smooth. Shamanleir happily took it off and swam to the infirmary with it.

"Planck! I want to give you a gift!" Shaman Lear shouted excitedly to the infirmary.

"Crack." Plank opened the door and looked at Shamanlell suspiciously.

Shamanlear raised his "beak" mask and shouted excitedly:

"Look! The mask I made for you, with this you won't cough when mixing potions!"

Seeing the shape of this mask, Planck was shocked.

His head was thrown back, and his footsteps were lightly raised as if he took a tactical step back?
(End of this chapter)