The antelope walked over to the small clearing and began to dig the earth with its hooves.

"Could it be that there is any treasure buried there?" Zhou Wen was curious, got into the grass, and soon came to the side of the clearing.

The antelope shaved very quickly, and when Zhou Wen arrived at the place, it had already dug more than a meter deep, and the soil was piled up next to it.

Zhou Wen glanced at the soil that was dug out, and immediately knew why there were no plants growing here, and what the antelope had dug out was not soil at all, but a gray-black gray, which looked like lime mixed with some kind of metal powder.

Sticking out his head and looking into the pit, there was still that kind of metal powder underneath.

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

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

Zhou Wen thought to himself: "This guy Antelope is usually very bullish, he doesn't see anything, and he is the laziest, like an uncle." Now that it's digging its own hole, there's definitely something good down there. ”

Thinking of this, Zhou Wen smiled and said: "Old sheep, you see that it is not convenient for you to dig the soil with your hooves, or I will help you dig it, what good things are below, how about you divide half of me?"

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

Zhou Wen was confused, and thought: "You just have a hoof and no fingers, what does it mean to compare to me?"

When the antelope saw that he didn't understand, he wrote two words on the ground with his hooves, "Twenty percent."

Only then did Zhou Wen understand what it meant that the antelope was more than a hoof, and there was a fork in front of its hoof, which looked like a V gesture, which could also represent two.

"Twenty percent is too little, how about four or six points more?" Antelope ignored him and dug up on his own.

"Two achievements and two percent, I'll dig it for you. Zhou Wen felt that it was okay to be idle, help it dig it, save time and share some benefits, why not.

The antelope jumped out of the pit and pointed downward, meaning to let him go down and dig.

Where will Zhou Wen dig by himself, he summoned the tyrant Beamon, and the double horns on the top of the tyrant Beamon's head are like a rotating electric drill, and it is called a fast to punch a hole.

What surprised Zhou Wen a little was that the metal powder below was really not an ordinary thing, and the tyrant was so strong that he was not able to directly penetrate the metal powder layer.

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

And these metal powders still have a smell, which is not unpleasant, just like the smell of ink on newspapers.

"Old sheep, what is down here, how deep do you have to dig it?" Zhou Wen knew that the antelope had a high IQ, and he would definitely be able to answer him, depending on whether it was willing to say it.

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

"It's eight meters deep, and it looks like we're going to have to dig a little longer. Zhou Wen calculated that the metal ash would be more difficult to dig the further down, and it was estimated that it would take forty or fifty minutes to dig.

After thinking about it, he simply took out his mobile phone and swiped the copy for a while, and waited for the tyrant Beamon to dig things out.

After brushing the copy for a while, I didn't get anything good.

The antelope suddenly pushed him with his hooves, Zhou Wen knew that he should have dug something, walked to the side of the deep pit and looked down, only to see that the tyrant Beamon had dug a pit twenty or thirty meters deep.

But the tyrant Beamon's body was so huge that it almost blocked the pit, so Zhou Wen had to let it out first, and then look down.

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

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

Although the wood looks very big, Zhou Wen's current strength is not small, even if the wood weighs a few tons, it will not be difficult for him.

However, Zhou Wen didn't want to take the risk, so he still let the tyrant Beamon go down and pulled out the stake.

The tyrant Beamon grabbed the stake with both claws and pulled it out violently, but the stake did not pull out directly, but only moved and rose one or twenty centimeters.

The tyrant Beamon pulled it up one by one, and more and more parts of the stake were exposed, and when the whole stake was pulled out, the length was about three meters.

The tyrant Beamon put the stake on the ground, and Zhou Wen looked at it carefully, and found that it was indeed a piece of wood, which should be a section of some kind of tree, and the bark of the tree was kept quite intact.

Zhou Wen didn't know what kind of wood it was, the bark and the heart of the tree were all black, black and charcoal, but it was not dirty to the touch, it was a little cool.

"Old sheep, is this the baby?" Zhou Wen asked the antelope on the side.

The antelope nodded, and circled the wood a few times, as if to examine something.

"What's the use of this wood?" Zhou Wen didn't find anything peculiar about this wood, except that it was a little darker and heavier, it didn't seem to be anything special.

The antelope pointed to the wood, and then to Zhou Wen's shoulder, which seemed to mean that Zhou Wen should carry it.

"If you don't have a place to put it, I'll keep it for you first, and then ask me when you use it." Zhou Wen hurriedly said.

The antelope glanced at Zhou Wen, which made Zhou Wen feel empty, but he didn't expect the antelope to nod in agreement.

Zhou Wen was overjoyed, reached out to lift the log, and found that the weight was not as heavy as he imagined, but he was still able to lift it.

Originally, Zhou Wen thought that the tyrant Bimeng pulled it out so hard, and he shouldn't be able to lift it.

Opening the chaotic space, Zhou Wen put the large piece of wood into it.

"Old sheep, what's the use of that wood, you can tell me about it. Zhou Wen wanted to hear some news from Lao Yang, otherwise even if the whole piece of wood fell into his pocket, it would be useless to just leave it.

The old sheep ignored him, took care of himself out of the grass, and then returned along the way he came, apparently it had come to dig this log, and had no intention of disturbing Zhou Wen's route.

Returning to the three forks, Zhou Wen walked in the right direction and continued to march in the direction of the imperial capital.

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

"Did I think too much?" Zhou Wen carefully checked his surroundings with Diting, but found nothing wrong.

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

"What's the situation?" Zhou Wen wondered in his heart, although he thought he was good-looking, but he had not reached the point of being loved by everyone, and now the 100% return rate made him feel a little hairy in his heart.