Above the gray fog

Lin Shan seemed to feel unsafe and flew further away.

It took him half an hour to stop. He didn't know if the mermaid would chase him. It was better to be careful for safety.

He looked at the punctuation on the parchment. It didn't move at all. This didn't mean that the mermaid didn't move at all, but the materials needed for the potion didn't move at all.

The parchment would mark the place where the materials were easiest to obtain. Since he had cut off a piece of the tail, the marking point would definitely become the tails that were cut off.

Thinking of this, Lin Shan couldn't help but look strange. Those tails looked like the leg hair of the mermaid. Did she never lose them before? Why didn't the parchment mark the tails that fell before... Was it because they were not fresh enough?

Unexpectedly, the parchment took the initiative to give an answer this time.

Parchment: [Material with too shallow historical scale cannot be searched. ]

History, history again, parchment and quill pen seem to involve history, what exactly does history mean...

Lin Shan stopped thinking about it when he couldn't think of it, and began to wait quietly in place.

Two days later.

Lin Shan, who was sitting cross-legged in the air, opened his eyes and said to himself, "It shouldn't be still there." After looking at the punctuation on the parchment, he turned into a red light and flew across the sky quickly towards the target.

On the sea.

Lin Shan picked up the pink tail floating on the sea with a strange look on his face. He thought it would sink to the bottom of the sea, but it actually floated up.

Holding the tail, he could still smell a faint fragrance. Lin Shan felt that this must be an illusion. Even if there was a smell, it should be fishy, ​​not fragrant.

The only pity was the scales that were scraped off. Those were Sequence 8 scales. It should be no problem to use them to make armor to block the attack of Sequence 9.

Looking at the tail in his hand, the tail was too big, almost as tall as him, and he had to hold it with both hands. It was a bit unrealistic to put it in the backpack, so he had to deal with it first.

He commanded the light of his heart to transform into a blanket and spread it in the air. He checked the materials he had obtained in his backpack, including ‘frozen spirit ash’, ‘strange waterfall spirit ash’, ‘extinct black stone’ and the ‘beaver tail’ at hand.

He took out the parchment.

Lin Shan: [How to deal with these materials? ]

Parchment: [10 grams of frozen spirit ash plus 15 grams of strange waterfall spirit ash dissolved in 80 ml of pure water, ignite the extinguished fire source, burn the beaver tail with the extinguished flame, and take 8 grams of black powder dissolved in 50 ml of pure water. ]

After reading the formula carefully several times, he put away the parchment, took out a slightly larger pottery bottle from his backpack, filled it with sea water and put it in his backpack. He was afraid that he would not be able to find water when he reached land.

At this time, there was only one punctuation mark left on the parchment, which was also the main medicine of this formula, 'Ice Fire Candle Flame Grass'. The distance was 36,654 kilometers, and just on the way back, he left a spiritual mark in the tribe before leaving the barrier, and a faint spiritual thread connected him all the time.

Holding the 'tail of the gauze beaver', he quickly rushed towards the direction of the main medicine. The tail of the gauze beaver was so soft that people didn't want to let go after holding it. It was hard to imagine that this was the hair of a mermaid.

It took half a month to fly out of the sea. Next to the sea was a forest. Lin Shan landed at the junction of the sea and the forest, and began to build a simple boiler on the seashore. He found a stone and hollowed it out with his heart light, poured sea water into it, and placed it on the other two stones.

He also collected dead branches and weeds from the nearby forest as fuel. After several years, the red lantern was still in the form of a redwood stick and could not be used. Lin Shan could only take out the spare flint, which is the most important fire-making tool for the human race. This flint is different from the flint on Earth that produces sparks by friction. This is a real flint that can produce fire by friction.

I saw that the two stones rubbed against each other for a few times, and a weak flame started on one of the stones. Lin Shan put the dead branches on it and lit it, gradually adding fuel to it. The heart light turned into a flat plate covering the stone pot, leaving a small groove to collect distilled water.

He continued to stuff a few thicker dead branches under the stone pot, and then ignored it. He walked to the side holding the tail of the sea beaver, threw the extinguished black stone on the ground and lit it with the flint. The moment the flint touched the black stone, a small flame rose above the black stone, and the temperature around it rose by several degrees.

Lin Shan put the tail on the side to roast. When the flame touched the tail, the whole tail began to curl up quickly like a chemical reaction. The whole process took less than three seconds and only a small pile of tiny black particles were left on the ground.

Pick up all the particles, take out the small ceramic bottle that has been prepared long ago, put the materials into two small bottles according to the proportion, and put the remaining materials back into Lin Shan's bag to prevent accidents.

The next step is to wait for pure water.

Continuously adding dead branches, as time goes by, pure water is finally collected enough, and 50 ml and 80 ml are poured into two ceramic bottles respectively.

After adding pure water, the liquid medicine in the bottle "comes alive" and begins to rotate and wander along the edge of the ceramic bottle, as if it really has life.

Lin Shan nodded with satisfaction. This scene is so satisfying no matter how many times he sees it. Promotion is just around the corner. He has been in this world for 24 years. He is finally going to reach Sequence 8 and finally has the ability to see the scenery that he has never seen before in this world.

From previous experience, it can be seen that Sequence 8 is already the backbone of every race. Even the Unicorn Tribe, a race that is several times stronger than humans and cats, does not have Sequence 8.

Lin Shan sealed the two pottery bottles, then solemnly put them into his backpack, teleported directly to the sky and flew towards the final goal.

The mark on the parchment was 16,547 kilometers, half a month's journey.

He was excited to gallop at an altitude of 5,000 meters. Gradually, the temperature around him began to drop, and snowflakes fell from higher places.

There were blood marks on his face. Lin Shan stopped quickly and caught a snowflake with his hand. The snowflake did not melt when it fell on his hand. He gently crushed it with his thumb, and in an instant, black blood flowed along his fingers.

"This is not snow, this is clearly a knife..." Looking at the intact snowflake in his hand, Lin Shan couldn't help but complain, and quickly used his heart light to turn into a shield to protect his body before daring to move forward.

The destination was in sight, and Lin Shan began to descend in altitude, five thousand meters, four thousand meters. As the altitude continued to drop, the falling speed of the surrounding snowflakes also continued to increase. The snowflakes even made a slight sound of golden swords colliding when they hit the heart light shield.