Wang Pingbei pouted, this thing is worse than the sound transmission stone.

How many practitioners have insomnia?

If you can't even handle this little thing, why do you still practice knitting?

"Ahem, the sleep aid effect is quite good."

Seeing the two people's reaction, the teller coughed dryly.

"what price?"

Xiao Chen looked at the bell and asked casually.

"Three high-grade spiritual stones, they are magic weapons."

The teller said.

"Good guy..."

Xiao Chen subconsciously converted the Chinese coins and twitched his lips. Isn't this crap thing too expensive?

But he quickly shook his head. This is a bad habit. The two worlds cannot be measured by Chinese coins.

But even in Tianwaitian, the price of this bell is not low.

After all, it has no other use than helping you sleep.

"How dare you sell this piece of shit for three high-grade spiritual stones?"

Wang Pingbei also frowned.

"Do you want anything?"

"Well, it hasn't been sold in half a year."

The teller was also very down-to-earth and said with a wry smile.

"Let's just say, whoever wants this crap is just mentally ill."

Wang Pingbei mocked.

"..."

Xiao Chen looked at Wang Pingbei and said nothing.

"Brother Chen, why are you looking at me?"

Wang Pingbei noticed Xiao Chen's gaze and said doubtfully.

"You are going to buy this bell."

Xiao Chen said slowly.

"Ah? I want to buy this bell? Why do I need this crap?"

Wang Pingbei was stunned and did not react.

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

Xiao Chen asked again.

"I...I need."

Wang Pingbei's thoughts changed rapidly and he reacted immediately.

He doesn't need it, but Xiao Chen does.

But because of what he just said, Xiao Chen couldn't buy it.

So...let him buy it.

"Well, let's buy it."

Xiao Chen nodded with satisfaction.

"I...I bought it."

Wang Pingbei looked at the teller with a grimace.

"ah?"

The tellers were stunned. Does anyone really want this crap?

"Ah what, I said I wanted it."

Wang Pingbei was not angry. He felt that the way the teller looked at him seemed to say... There is something wrong with your mind?

"Okay, okay."

The teller nodded hurriedly.

"You two, come and sit here."

The shopkeeper returned, followed by three people, holding boxes in their hands.

"We'll figure it all out later."

Wang Pingbei said something to the teller and followed Xiao Chen to sit next to him.

The shopkeeper opened the box, took out several sound transmission stones, and introduced them.

After listening to the introduction, Xiao Chen understood that there were differences in the distance and the size of the sound transmission stone, including whether it consumed a lot and whether it was used often enough.

This makes him look weird, isn't it similar to choosing a mobile phone?

"Which one do you want?"

The shopkeeper asked.

"All of them."

Xiao Chen was playing around with a piece of sound transmission. According to the formation patterns, he could communicate over long distances, which was a bit interesting.

Even though the Zhuge family is a family of formations, it only has the inheritance of basic formations.

There are no formation patterns like these on the sound transmission stone.

"Hmm? All of them?"

The shopkeeper was surprised.

"Yes, I want them all."

Xiao Chen nodded.

"Show us something else."

"Okay, okay..."

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, this is the big benefactor!

Wang Pingbei looked at Xiao Chen. He wanted to ask, why do you need so many sound transmission stones?

But in front of outsiders, he held back.

Maybe... you are rich and willful?

Or that poverty limited his imagination?

Xiao Chen walked around on the third floor and bought a few more gadgets.

These little gadgets are similar to hypnotic bells. They are magic weapons and have some use, but not much.

The shopkeeper was smiling all over his face, and he was even happier than he was when he sold a demigod weapon.

Nothing else, these gadgets have been collected for a long time without being sold.

Although the value is not high, it looks quite annoying.

Now that Xiao Chen is dying, how can he be unhappy?

Wang Pingbei didn't know what Xiao Chen was thinking. Is there really too much spiritual stone to spend?

"You can take these gadgets back home if you don't need them. They are just local specialties... Xiaomeng and the others will definitely like them."

Xiao Chen also had a smile on his face, as if he was buying a toy.

"Hey, what is this? A trash can?"

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a cylindrical object, which looked like... a trash can.

Well, if you put a garbage bag on it, it will look more like it.

"This... is said to be a storage device that can store the power of the soul."

The shopkeeper twitched his lips and explained.

"Storing soul power?"

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled. It turned out that it was not a trash can, but a piggy bank.

"Storing the power of the soul? Who would think that the power of the soul is too much to store here? It's hairy..."

Wang Pingbei was just about to say, 'I only want this thing if there is something wrong with it.' He suddenly thought that what Xiao Chen just bought was because of something wrong, so he quickly shut up.
To be continued...