The antelope walked to the small open space and began to dig the soil with its hooves.

"Is there some treasure buried there?" Zhou Wen was curious, got into the grass, and soon came to the next to the open space.

The antelope was digging very quickly. When Zhou Wen arrived at the place, it had already digged more than a meter deep, and the soil it had dug out was piled beside it.

Zhou Wen looked at the soil excavated and immediately knew why there were no plants here. What the antelope digged was not soil at all, but a kind of gray-black gray, which looked like lime was mixed with some kind of metal powder.

I stretched my head and looked into the pit, and it was indeed the same kind of metal powder below.

"Old sheep, what are you digging?" Zhou Wen asked curiously.

The antelope ignored him and continued to dig down on his own.

Zhou Wen thought to himself: "The Antelope is usually very awesome, and he doesn't see anything. He is the lazy one, like an old man. Now it actually digs a hole by itself, so there must be something good under it."

Thinking of this, Zhou Wen smiled and said, "Old sheep, it's not convenient for you to dig the soil with your hooves. Why don't I dig it for you? What good things are there below? How about you dig half of me?"

The antelope glanced at him, thought for a while, raised his front hooves, and compared them to Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen was confused and thought to himself: "You are just a hoof and have no fingers. What does it mean to gesture to me?"

Seeing that he didn't understand, the antelope used his hooves to write two words "twenty percent" on the ground.

Only then did Zhou Wen understand what the antelope's hoof means. There is a fork in front of its hoof, which looks like a v gesture, which can also represent two.

"Twenty percent is too small. If you have more, how about four or six points?" The antelope ignored him and started digging on his own.

"Two percent will be 20%, I'll dig it for you." Zhou Wen felt that he was idle and was fine. He helped him dig it for him. Save time and can also divide the benefits, so why not do it?

The antelope jumped out of the pit and pointed to the bottom, meaning that he would go down and dig.

Zhou Wen could not dig it himself? He summoned the tyrant Beimeng out. The two corners above the tyrant Beimeng's head were like electric drills that could rotate, making holes so fast.

What surprised Zhou Wen was that the metal powder below was indeed not an ordinary thing. With such a strong power as the Tyrant Become, he could not directly penetrate the metal powder layer.

After drilling for a while, I dug more than ten meters deep. The metal powder I dug out became darker and darker, as black as coal.

Moreover, these metal powders have a smell that is not bad, just like the smell of ink in a newspaper.

"Old sheep, what is there underneath? How deep does it have to be dug?" Zhou Wen knew that the antelope had a high IQ and could definitely answer him, it depends on whether it was willing to say it.

The antelope stretched out its hooves and drew two words on the ground: "Eight meters"

"It's still eight meters deep, and it seems that I have to dig for a while." Zhou Wen calculated that the more the metal ash goes down, the harder it is to dig, and it is estimated that it will take forty or fifty minutes.

After thinking about it, I simply took out my phone and browsed the copy for a while, and waited for the tyrant Bemon to dig out the things before talking about it.

After brushing the dungeon for a while, I didn't find any good things.

The antelope suddenly pushed him with his hooves. Zhou Wen knew that he must have dug something. He walked to the pit and looked down. He saw that the tyrant Bemon had dug a deep pit of twenty or thirty meters.

But the tyrant Bemon's body was too huge and almost blocked the deep pit. Zhou Wen had to let it come out first and then look down.

This time, I saw something in the deep pit. It looked like a wooden stake with a diameter of fifty or sixty centimeters and was pitch black all over, but there were annual rings on the cross section, so it should be wood.

The antelope pointed to the wood and pushed Zhou Wen again, obviously asking Zhou Wen to get the wood up.

Although the wood looks very big, Zhou Wen is not weak now. Even if the wood weighs a few tons, it will not make him difficult.

However, Zhou Wen did not want to take risks, so he let the tyrant conceal and pulled out the wooden stake.

The tyrant Bemon hugged the wooden stake with both claws and pulled it hard. The wooden stake was not pulled out directly. It just moved and rose by 10 or 20 centimeters.

The tyrant bemoan pulled up one after another, and more and more exposed parts of the wooden stake. When the entire wooden stake was pulled out, it looked about three meters long.

The tyrant Bemon placed the wooden stake on the ground. Zhou Wen looked carefully and found that it was indeed a piece of wood. It should be a piece of a tree of some kind, and the bark was kept quite intact.

Zhou Wen didn't know what kind of wood this was. The bark and hearts were all black, and the black ones were similar to charcoal, but they were not dirty at all when they touched, and they were a little cool.

"Old sheep, is this the treasure?" Zhou Wen asked the antelope beside him.

The antelope nodded and circled around the wood for a few times, as if they were examining something.

"What's the use of this wood?" Zhou Wen didn't notice anything strange about this wood. Apart from being a little darker and heavier, it seemed that there was nothing special about it.

The antelope pointed to the wood and then to Zhou Wen's shoulder, which seemed to be asking Zhou Wen to carry it.

"If you don't have a place to put it, I'll help you collect it first and ask me when you use it." Zhou Wen said quickly.

The antelope glanced at Zhou Wen, which made Zhou Wen feel relieved, but he didn't expect the antelope to nod and agree.

Zhou Wen was overjoyed and reached out to lift the wood. He found that the weight was not as heavy as he imagined, so he could still lift it up.

Originally, Zhou Wen thought that the tyrant Bemon had tried so hard to pull it out, and he should not be able to lift it.

When he opened the chaotic space, Zhou Wen put the large piece of wood in it.

"Old Sheep, what's the use of that wood? You're talking about it." Zhou Wen wanted to find out some news from Lao Sheep, otherwise even if the whole piece of wood fell into his pocket, it would be useless to just keep it.

The old sheep ignored him, got out of the grass on his own, and then returned along the way. It was obvious that it came to dig this wood and did not intend to disrupt Zhou Wen's route.

Back at Sanchakou, Zhou Wen walked in the right direction and continued to head towards the imperial capital.

After walking for a while, Zhou Wen suddenly felt something was wrong and felt uncomfortable all over, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Did I think too much?" Zhou Wenting carefully checked around him, but found no problems.

After walking along the way and entering a city, Zhou Wen found that something was wrong, because the people who came towards him, both men and women, looked at him with a strange look, and some women even looked at his face and were smiling.

"What's the situation?" Zhou Wen was puzzled. Although he thought he was pretty good, he was not as beloved as everyone could. Now he had a 100% chance of looking back, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!