The method of pulling the bow and arrow apart is not difficult. Although it is difficult to do with his insect body itself, Wang Xiaoyu has another unique thing, that is, silk thread.

Using the contracting elasticity of the silk thread, as long as the bow and arrow are fixed, Wang Xiaoyu can use the elasticity of the silk thread to pull the bow and arrow apart. Although a single silk thread may not do anything, the elasticity of dozens or hundreds of silk threads will surely pull the longbow apart when the elasticity of dozens or hundreds of silk threads is combined together.

Without waiting, Wang Xiaoyu immediately began to clean up the debris on the ruins. The arrow had weak obstacles in the ruins and was a little loose from the beginning. After Wang Xiaoyu spit out a few elastic silk threads to connect, the arrow was pulled and moved slowly by the elastic silk threads, and was soon dragged out by Wang Xiaoyu.

However, the remaining wooden bow is a bit tricky. Because it was buried deep, Wang Xiaoyu could only keep cleaning up the accumulation above the wooden bow. Fortunately, due to the years of erosion of rain, most of the wooden blocks buried on the wooden bow are rotten and black, and there are few large pieces, so it is not so difficult to clean.

The red-headed cricket beside him was sent out by Wang Xiaoyu to find treasures again, but this time he did not find anything good, because after a long time, the red-headed cricket just caught a grasshopper and flew back.

The red-headed cricket did not harvest, and Wang Xiaoyu was not disappointed. After all, the water of life and this set of bows and arrows have already gained a lot.

Let the red-headed cricket rest aside and not make trouble. Wang Xiaoyu used the silk thread to drag some debris alone. However, not long after, the unrestrained red-headed cricket also came to help Wang Xiaoyu. Although it could not move large pieces, it could still flap its wings and transport some small wooden debris.

Time gradually passed, and as dusk approached, the longbow that was pressed finally began to loosen, so before dark, Wang Xiaoyu finally pulled the longbow out of the ruins.

"Red Head, beware you around me. If there is any danger, please notify me loudly." Wang Xiaoyu said to the Red Headed Cricket.

"Okay, brother!" After saying that, the red-headed cricket came to the ruins and put them on it. Its tentacles kept swinging again and entered radar scanning mode.

...

As night fell, many predators who had been hungry for a day last night were on the move again, but Wang Xiaoyu did not stop because these predators had basically no threat to him. If there was a hunter who dared to attack him, he would definitely be killed by his counterattack.

As the night came completely, Xiaoyu slowly dragged the wooden bow with silk thread. Although it took more than a dozen silk threads to pull it, after more than an hour of hard work, Wang Xiaoyu dragged the wooden bow into the nearest uncollapsed elf wooden house. Not long after that, the arrow and the water of life were also moved by Wang Xiaoyu.

Wang Xiaoyu chose a relatively strong and decayed floor near the floor, and used his body to drive away the dust to clean it up, moved the wooden bow over and adjusted the angle. Wang Xiaoyu began to use silk thread to stick the bow body of the wooden bow to the floor.

Although normal bows and arrows are usually shot vertically, it is obviously the most convenient and stable for Wang Xiaoyu to put the bow and arrow flat on the floor, because what he needs to hit is just a crystal bottle less than 4 cm high, and it is enough to just shoot against the ground.

The wooden bow's bow body was quickly fixed, and Wang Xiaoyu began to pull the elastic silk threads one by one to pull the bow strings of the wooden bow one by one, and stick the silk threads to the floor.

As the number of threads pulled increases, the bow body of the wooden bow gradually begins to bend slightly, and the arc of the bow strings becomes larger and larger...

...

Just as Wang Xiaoyu was about to finish, an unknown and slightly hoarse tone suddenly came in from outside the elf wooden house, as if it was a gentle humming from a man.

The tone of this light hum was ancient and vicissitudes, and the direction of the sound came from the withered tree of life.

Wang Xiaoyu broke the silk thread that had been spitting halfway out of his mouth, stopped his movements, and decided to go to the window to check it out.

puff!

[Spray Wire] Start!

Wang Xiaoyu started the silk thread in his mouth and flew over the window of the house, then landed on the window ridge to see the source of the sound from the near the tree of withered life.

In the distance, a translucent blurred figure emitting white fluorescence was performing an unknown dance around the withered tree of life. The humming melody came from the figure...

"The ghost of the undead?" Wang Xiaoyu said in a low voice, but immediately shook his head, because the ghost of the undead is usually blue, and even the lowest level ghost is light blue, while the spirit that dances around the Tree of Life is pure white, and it should be just a soul that has not dissipated in the world because of obsession.

The dead soul seemed to have a wide robe on its body, and the dance and the tone and melody he made should be his prayer for the tree of life. If Wang Xiaoyu was not wrong, the dead soul must have been an elf priest during his lifetime, and the withering of the tree of life must have known the inside story.

Wang Xiaoyu released the silk thread and hung it back to the room. Although the dead soul knew the story of the withering of the tree of life, Wang Xiaoyu did not want to contact it. After all, he is just a bug now, and even if he knows why the tree of life withered will not be of practical use to him...

At this time, what Wang Xiaoyu had to do was to smash the bottle of the Water of Life, then drink the Water of Life, and break through his level lock.

However, when Wang Xiaoyu spit out the silk thread again and stuck it to the bowstring, a faint white fluorescence suddenly appeared, and a wave of words also appeared in this elves' house. However, because it was [Elf Word], Wang Xiaoyu did not understand.

"Brother, I don't know what's coming!" The red-headed cricket's voice came out.

Wang Xiaoyu twisted the head of the insect and found the red-headed cricket staying on the table with his head tilted, looking forward, while the spirit priest who suddenly appeared squatted down and looked straight at the table. A soul and a cricket were staring at each other with big eyes.

This elf priest was very handsome. Not long after, the voice of the elf priest came out again. However, this time it was not just [Elf Word], but also accompanied by skills similar to [Elf Word].

Because this voice sounded directly in Wang Xiaoyu's heart, Wang Xiaoyu could understand the meaning.

"It has been seven years since I was seen. I didn't expect that the one who saw me again was a lowly bug. But why do I feel that the sight I looked at me before was different from yours?" The deceased soul of the elf priest frowned and asked at the red-headed cricket.

"I don't know!" The red-headed cricket tilted his head and replied directly.

The elf priest didn't say anything, just frowned...

"Hey, there is still a sight. It turns out that you were the one who saw me just now..." The deceased soul of the elf priest turned his head, then looked at Wang Xiaoyu who was crawling on the ground and showed a disappointed look: "But it's still just a lowly and dirty reptile."

The handsome face of the elf priest suddenly became ferocious and angry...

"Why! Why did I wait for so long, it was like that seven years ago, and today I finally met the existence of someone who could see me again. It turned out that even the ugly goblin mixed-race seven years ago was not as good as a lowly bug..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

The elf priest suddenly covered his face and burst into laughter...
Chapter completed!