Relying on magic games to transcend reality

Guessing, he went into the bedroom, took out a spare mobile phone for the elderly, changed the phone card, and turned it on.

As soon as the elderly phone was turned on, a call came in.

Because he changed his phone, he didn't have any notes on the number, but he recognized the number displayed on the screen at a glance.

Smiling, he pressed the green key: "Hello, Senior Brother, I..."

"Where the hell have you been these days!"

A roar rushed out of the microphone, and Zhang Mu's ears buzzed: "Something happened to me, listen to my explanation..."

"Don't you know to ask me for help when something happens?!"

The voice was a notch higher, fully expressing the anger on the other end of the phone.

"Let's talk when we meet, at the old place."

After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone, but the incoming call rang again.

This time the voice was much gentler.

"Xiao Mu?"

"Hey." Zhang Mu whispered, "Grandma, I'm on a business trip these two days. The place I went to is a bit far away, and there is no signal."

The old woman was the director of the orphanage where he lived in his childhood, a kind and friendly grandmother.

I always like to move a chair and sit under the pear tree in the yard, watching the children playing together with a smile on my face.

"Really?" There was concern hidden in the soft tone.

"real."

Then, they chatted for a few more minutes. Finally, the dean reminded him that the weather was hot and he should cover his stomach well at night to avoid catching a cold, and then hung up the phone.

The old phone stopped ringing. He only had these two people who cared about him.

Zhang Mu went into the bedroom, changed his clothes, put his cell phone in his pocket and went out.

After installing the game on the phone, put it in the inventory and buy a new phone for daily payments and calls.

Also, a gas stove, a small one, in case Potter questioned how he was carrying something so large across the continent.

After sorting out the things he needed to do in the afternoon, Zhang Mu quickened his pace.

Chapter 8 Who stuffed the bank card?

Zhang Muyue’s old place is not a high-end hotel.

The delicious gourmet restaurants hidden in the alleys are hard to reach.

That was the snack street behind his university, an ordinary food stall at the end of the street.

The dishes were just right in terms of saltiness, tenderness and tenderness. The chef was not as warm-hearted as portrayed in literary works; indifferent was a more appropriate description.

His wife, on the other hand, smiles all the time, and her skin is so fair that it can be compared to that of the owners of other shops on the street.

In fact, it's just like that. After all, it's not good to stay in a small kitchen filled with smoke every day.

But her figure is indeed great, and the clothes she wears show off her curves.

The young men eating in the restaurant wanted to take a look but were afraid of being noticed, so they couldn't help but take a sneak peek when the proprietress had her back turned towards them to take a look at her twisting waist and the round buttocks wrapped in jeans, and they could get a glimpse of her.

Zhang Mu’s senior brother was once one of the young men.

Senior brother should be braver and mutter to himself that he would marry someone like this in the future without being afraid of being heard.

Whenever this happened, Zhang Mu would pull his brother's sleeve and quietly remind him that this was impolite.

Of course, the reason why the two of them often came to her house was not because of these young thoughts.

The main thing is that this is the only store open 24 hours a day on this street.

I took a taxi and got off on the street. I walked through the bustling crowd and got into a store at the end of the street and sat down.

The proprietress who came over with the menu didn't remember him. It was normal to have so many customers in a day.

Perhaps it was because of the change brought about by magic, although the proprietress was looking at the menu, she kept glancing at his face out of the corner of her eye.

Zhang Mu didn't say anything like "I'm so-and-so, I come here often" to try to make friends. He just ordered a few of his usual dishes and waited.

After a while, the senior brother came over with big strides.

He still had the same familiar look, with a crew cut, a plaid shirt and woven pants, and bright eyes.

The senior brother came in and sat opposite him, staring at him intently.

"Wow, I haven't seen you for a while. You look much more handsome."

"Why, you know I offended my mentor, so you stay away from me?

You keep everything hidden from me?"

The corners of his mouth twitched. Zhang Mu poured two glasses of boiled water. Feeling somewhat dissatisfied, he called him by his name: "Ye Ming, what happened to you?"

"I got shot?"

"You disappeared for half a month without a word. I ran to the hospital so many times that I almost reported it to the authorities."

Ye Ming took the glass and drank it in one gulp. He took a breath and continued to curse: "Actually, I reported it, and the government said that you are fine. I don't know where you moved to. I asked the government and they forced me to provide a relative certificate.

Where can I get that stuff?"

As if he had vented all the frustration in his heart, he put down the cup and said, "What happened? If you are short of money, I still have tens of thousands of dollars."

"It's okay, I just went to a remote place, the signal is bad." Zhang Mu supported his knees with both hands, "Brother, have you solved the graduation project that the old man gave you?"

"I'll take care of that old thing!" Ye Ming filled his glass with boiled water and drank it in one gulp. "Develop a new energy source and provide experimental data.

I might as well study magic instead of wasting my time, the possibilities are much better."

Zhang Mu felt a little depressed.

Mentor Ye Ming had always disliked him, and Ye Ming had also reported him for using both soft and hard tactics to threaten his female students and take advantage of them. The two sides were considered sworn enemies.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu asked, "Is it difficult to apply for a change of advisor?"

"The old guy has a very powerful background. No instructor dared to hire me, and he would never agree. He just wanted to kill me here."

The two were silent for a while, and Zhang Mu suddenly had an idea. Is there any use in collecting some magic power for Ye Ming?

"Don't worry, brother. I'll help you find a solution."

"You are not my professional, what can you do?"

Just as the food arrived, Ye Ming waved his hand: "Don't worry about me. At worst, I'll drop out of school. I can also hold my urine to death."

"Eat first."

The two stopped talking and had a hearty meal.

After eating, Ye Ming held a toothpick in his mouth and asked: "Which company do you work for?"

He was very familiar with Zhang Mu and knew what this guy was capable of, so there were plenty of good companies for him to choose from.

"have not decided yet."

He picked his teeth and said, "With your ability, it's not difficult to make money. Hurry up and find a girlfriend, and stop playing the second dimension every day."

Zhang Mu's face was solemn: "You don't understand!"

"Okay, okay, I don't understand." He looked disgusted, stood up, paid the bill and walked out, "I have to get busy now."

He was in a hurry to meet him only because he was worried about Zhang Mu. It was not a serious matter. As long as he was fine, that was enough.

Seeing this, Zhang Mu also stood up and walked out of the store, went to the street and took a taxi to a large shopping mall.

I first bought a low-priced smartphone. It doesn’t need powerful functions or configurations, as long as it can make calls and scan codes to pay.

Then I went to a kitchenware store and bought a single stove, a portable small gas tank, a spatula, an iron pot, and some miscellaneous connecting parts.

I originally planned to go home and think about the formation, but when I reached the entrance of the shopping mall, I turned back.

Potter was unwilling to teach him magic for the time being.

Zhang Mu understood this point. In the harsh social environment of the other world, it was already a conscience of Potter not to kill or rob.

What's more, I also made medicine to help him stabilize his lung cancer, but it's not good to keep delaying it.

Especially since the magic system is really effective for lung cancer, he is anxious to cure himself as soon as possible.

The other world has extraordinary powers, but its productivity is extremely poor. He feels that he needs to prepare more strange and weird gadgets.

Maybe there is someone that Porter likes, and it would be great if the two of them could make a trade.

Even if it doesn't work, you can exchange it for some other valuable items.

He gave up his job and needed a stable and safe way to make money, so he always sold gold coins, and the sources of the gold coins were unclear. It was okay if the quantity was small, but if the quantity was too large, he would definitely be targeted.

As we continued shopping, the shopping cart was soon filled with cheap gadgets.

Things like magnets, diesel nail guns, and portable chainsaws can be used to exchange for supplies from other worlds and for self-defense. They are great.

But in this case, there was no room in the taxi, so I called a van to take me home.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, my newly bought cell phone rang.

After the call was connected, it turned out to be a call from the courier.

He said there was an email and the person arrived at his house.

Zhang Mu was still at the gate of the community, and he had to move things from the car up there later, so he asked the young man to put the mail into the hanging mailbox next to the door to save people's time.

After working for an hour, Zhang Mu and the driver carried all the things, big and small, upstairs and took out their mobile phones to pay.

After the driver left, he remembered the mail and took the key to the mailbox.

"bank card?"

He opened the mailbox and found a courier bag with documents leaning against the wall. Zhang Mu guessed it was a job invitation.

I opened it and found it was what I expected. Just as I was about to go back to the house, I discovered a bank card at the bottom of the box.

Turn it over and you will see a six-digit password written on the back with a marker.

Zhang Mu scratched his head.