There is a deformed iron embryo next to the stove. There are still traces of knocking on the red iron embryo. The fire is a little dim because there is no replenishment, but the heat is still a bit unbearable for ordinary people.

Anvils and clamps were thrown aside casually, and black iron blocks were piled up into a hill in the corner.

A middle-aged man with dark skin and a strong build was sitting on a piece of scrap metal with a numb face. The young man dressed as a waiter next to him looked out of the door in panic, looking at the middle-aged man from time to time.

There was a bit of hesitation on his face, but he finally kowtowed a few times, turned around and ran outside.

"Wait a minute!" The man's eyes moved, and his eyes gradually gathered, looking straight at the apprentice who was about to escape.

"Master, run quickly, the half-demon has entered the town, we are finished!!" The worker lowered his voice, hunched over his body, as if he was afraid of being heard by the half-demon, and anxiously urged the man to leave with him.

Waving his hands dejectedly, the man exhaled a breath of air, as if he had exhausted all hope, and his eyes completely lost their luster: "Take this, take care of yourself!" The voice was deep, with a hint of despair. After saying that, the man's hand flew away.

A few shiny things came out.

Shi Ji caught the gold coins and looked complicated, but thinking of his family members, he gritted his teeth and patiently tried to persuade him, and finally left helplessly.

"Take whatever you want, no money required." The blacksmith looked at the ground and said in a hollow voice.

Master Shan sighed softly and spoke out the request in detail.

His lifeless eyes gradually brightened, and the blacksmith raised his head and asked curiously: "Your request is very strange, the heavier, the better?" After repeating Shan Ye's request, the blacksmith looked thoughtful, slapped his thigh suddenly, and stood up.

"Wait a minute!" After knocking over many people, the blacksmith muttered something and stumbled towards the inner room. Soon, the blacksmith's excited cry came: "Come here and tell me the requirements and styles of the weapons. I want to

It’s possible to meet the requirements!”

Master Shan's face flashed with joy and he walked into the inner room.

The newly piled raw ore in the corner has obvious drag marks on the corridor. Judging from the serious and clear wear and tear, the business here must have been good before.

Several old but very strong wooden boxes were neatly displayed on the ground, with two layers of hardwood underneath and covered with oilcloth. After taking a few steps, the smell of grease hit your nose.

As if seeing Master Shan's doubts, the rejuvenated blacksmith patiently explained: "This is a preventive measure. Generally, weapons in stock must be treated in this way, otherwise rust spots will easily appear over time."

Pulling a lever hidden in the wooden box, there was a "gragra" sound of an instrument shaft, the ground trembled slightly, and a marble step cracked.

The dark corridor was filled with moldy and damp air. Shan Ye took a step back slightly, covered his nose and looked at the blacksmith.

The blacksmith smiled slightly and said, "Come on, there is something you want down there. If you hadn't mentioned it, I might have forgotten it!"

Master Shan followed the blacksmith, feeling a little excited, but after walking a few steps, his chest felt a little tight, probably because the air was not flowing well.

"How far is it?" Master Shan looked back at the dim passage, his voice a little anxious, as the half-demon outside might rush in at any time.

Hearing this, the blacksmith paused and heard a faint voice, "You want to fight a half-demon?" Before Shan Ye could answer, the blacksmith continued by himself: "If you want to kill a half-demon, you can't do it without a good weapon.

." The blacksmith's deep voice echoed muffledly in the passage.

"Here we go, please tell me the style of the weapon. I'll try to make it the heaviest!" The blacksmith didn't know what mechanism he pressed, and the dark underground passage suddenly lit up.

The soft, dim white light illuminated this small basement of only more than ten square meters, reminding Mr. Shan of his life before rebirth, where he also lived in such an underground can.

There were not many things, only a rough stone platform with a small delicate wooden box placed on it. Compared with the rough stone platform, the wooden box was much more delicate.

There is no starch paint, it is completely made of logs, and the brown tree ring texture is clearly visible. There are even a few green and vivid twigs growing in the corners, with a few micro leaflets as big as a fingernail hanging on them, and the veins are clear and transparent.

If you lean over and take a closer look, you can even see the green liquid flowing inside.

Master Shan's eyes moved slightly, and he raised the corners of his eyes, "Is this box alive?" His voice sounded a little uncertain. Just after he finished speaking, he saw the branches moving automatically without wind, entangled with each other, and made a crisp sound.

It's amazing.

Drops of cold sweat oozed from his strong, dark muscles. The blacksmith looked at the wooden box with a bit of fear and hesitation in his eyes, but then he thought of something and made up his mind, tremblingly reaching out to touch the wooden box.

Those branches seemed to be stimulated and rushed towards the blacksmith's rough and thick hand.

The blacksmith's expression changed drastically, but he still stretched out his hand with a firm look on his face.

"Ka" "Ka" The miniature leaves hanging on the branches rolled up, and something like sharp teeth suddenly sprouted from the hem, biting the blacksmith's fingers hard. The five fingers corresponded to the five leaves.

The red blood flowed along the veins, instantly dyeing the emerald green leaves red. Slowly, the entire log box was dyed with a faint red light.

The red light expands and contracts, sliding on the surface of the wooden box like running water. Gradually, some fine light golden lines appear on the simple wooden box, instantly transforming the entire wooden box from a cheap street product to a treasure of a high-end specialty store.

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The light golden texture "clicked" continuously. Under the erosion of the red light, it quickly disintegrated and disappeared. As the red light completely disappeared, the branches biting the blacksmith's fingers also withered into debris.

There were fragments left on the broken fingers. The blacksmith's dark square face was covered with cold sweat, and his breath was a little disordered, but his eyes were still as firm as ever.

Wiping away his sweat, the blacksmith said in an awkward voice: "Sorry, I was so excited just now that I forgot to bring the materials. Since this is the last work, I have to think about it carefully. You can put those fine steel ingots and precious materials in the inner room above.

Bring all the ore!" After saying that, the blacksmith sat slumped on the ground and began to breathe slowly. There were many people, and there was also a cart specially used to transport goods, so he collected everything in a few trips.

Gently stroking the ore steel ingot, the blacksmith said with a nostalgic look on his face: "I hope it will succeed. This thing was left by my ancestors. They said that if the evil disaster reappears, use it to make weapons, which will be particularly harmful to half-demons and demons."

"There was a sigh in the voice, and the blacksmith probably didn't expect that he would actually be useful. After all, it was an old thing more than a hundred years ago.

Master Shan separated the ore and fine steel ingots and asked, "Are these enough?"
Chapter completed!