Wang Wen said to all the black men who dug holes: "Come up, I'll dig for you."

The black man who talked to him seemed to have finished his rest.

Hearing the words, he looked at Wang Wen's not strong body, the thinner boy next to him, and a clean and clean young man who was not very luxurious but also clean and tidy clothes.

There was even a girl behind her.

He smiled.

Pick up the tool and continue digging.

Zhu Xingguo spoke unhappily: "Why didn't my master tell you to come up? Can I catch you?"

"Master?" The black man looked at the middle-aged man next to Zhu Xingguo suspiciously, his eyes stayed on the wide palm for a moment, and said suddenly: "You are all noble children. This kind of rough work is nothing, but it is actually very harmful to your body. You should stay away from it and not implicate us. You will be charged with the crime of hitting the noble man. "

As he spoke, the man started screaming.

It turned out that Wang Wen was not long-winded and waved his hand to lift all the people up.

The black men were so scared that they were scattered and lay tightly on the transparent platform and did not dare to move until they were placed on the ground on the shore.

Wang Wen didn't explain either.

He lifted himself and a few of them up to the deep pit to observe for a while.

This deep pit is a very ordinary river-forming lake, with a very obvious estuary downstream. The large and small pits distributed around it should have been one, but now the lake water has dried up and the bottom bed is revealed.

Wang Wen first tried to use energy to transform it into a giant blade to dig downward along the bottom of the deep pit.

Large pieces of earth and stone were dug out in the entire square.

It was placed on the shore with many strange corpse impurities.

When those black men saw such great powers of moving mountains and filling the sea, they were so scared that they lay on the ground and kept kowtowing, calling out gods and other things.

The young man was also very scared by Wang Wen's sudden appearance.

He thought his prediction of the other party was high enough, but he didn't expect to pull it up any further.

Even if you are an immortal, you must be an immortal of very high level. How can an ordinary little immortal have such a squandering magic power?

Wang Wen didn't care about the mood of the people on the shore.

Continue to dig deeper into the ground.

This kind of energy consumption cannot be reduced at all. Even the natural recovery of the spiritual recovery technique can be enough to make up for it. Even because the energy is unlimited, it is constantly setting new highs every moment.

The metal balls obtained by the Super Empire really helped him a lot.

Wang Wen felt that he had the chance to thank the kind-hearted person who ordered the metal ball to be kept for him.

It's okay to say a few words to the tablet.

No metal balls.

He really can't use his energy as freely as he is now.

It takes huge points to repair it with the power of the world in the integer level.

Recovering skills requires the number of times [Harmony of Man and Heaven] is consumed.

Restoring one's own energy is delayed by a lot of time and nothing else can be done.

It won't take long to restore that mere 100% of the energy to dry up.

Extremely inconvenient.

It's not like now, it's increasing anytime, anywhere.

Not bound by "100%".

Wang Wen waved his hand and continued to dig into the bottom of the pit.

It can never be piled up until the shore.

The bottom of the pit also became hard stones and difficult to dig.

He stopped slowly, returned to the shore and said to the black man: "Look, there is really no water underneath."

The man looked at Wang Wen blankly, and the words "God" were repeated unconsciously.

Wang Wen saw that he could no longer communicate.

He ignored the black man and took the copy [She Shuizhu] from Zhu Xingguo and tore it apart, throwing it away from the pit.

The roar like a waterfall came from far below.

One [She Shui Bead] filled about a small and a half deep pit.

The muddy mud water surged from the bottom.

The air was filled with damp water vapor.

This sound that had not been heard for a long time and the wetting that had not been felt for a long time woke up all the dull and numb people.

Groups of hands and feet climbed to the shore with their hands and feet and looked into the pit.

Seeing that there was indeed water at the bottom of the pit, the people on the shore went crazy.

They jumped down like dumplings.

It doesn't matter whether it's altitude or whether you can swim or not.

Wang Wen had no choice but to catch the person and put him on the shore and put him on the shore, and then used a transparent barrier to stop the excited crowd.

The hands kept tearing open the [She Shuizhu] and throwing it to the bottom of the pit.

Until two more [She Shui Beads] were thrown down.

The deep pit finally revealed the "water surface".

The water flows downstream along the vaguely visible river channel.

Filling the way along the way is small pits of different sizes.

The residential areas gathered around the pit seemed to come alive, and people struggled to get up from the ground and rush into the mud and water.

I don't care how turbid and dirty the mud is.

Hold the water and pour it into your stomach.

Some people simply buried their heads in the water and drank a lot.

The group of black men who dug holes near Wang Wen saw mud and water gushing out from the bottom of the hole.

One after another, she burst into tears.

When they listen to what they say, thanking the gods is more of helping dig holes.

As for where does the water come from?

The nerves that have experienced too much in a short period of time have become dull and the consciousness has become blurred.

I can't tell the difference or see the few small beads thrown in Wang Wen's hand.

I thought the water was really dug from the bottom of the lake!

They cried with joy.

Hug each other and cried bitterly.

The people around them were also surrounded by them like heroes.

These people think they are right.

I thought there was really water at the bottom of the lake.

Even if there are no gods, they can dig out the water even if they continue to dig.

They think that their persistence and efforts are correct.

There is really hope for the future.

The arrival of gods is just to advance hope.

The black men cried like children in the month of the year, but their faces had a sacred glory that transcends life and death.

It is a kind of satisfaction that touches hope with your own hands.

Zhu Xingguo looked at the people cheering and listening to their words, and wanted to tell them with some resentment that there was no water at the bottom of the lake.

There is nothing.

Water is also transformed by a "god"!

It has nothing to do with your efforts!

You people are simply wrong!

Wang Wen stopped him.

He looked at the tears and sweat on the men's faces deeply.

He lifted everyone and left silently along the river that was restored to moisture.
To be continued...