The hand crossbow was stained with too much wilderness blood, there were more than a dozen crossbow arrows missing, and the other crossbow arrows were also somewhat stained with blood, all of which had been recovered at least once, and one less rope arrow - too many times to use, the internal bracket of the special arrow would become more and more inflexible, including the aging of the special rope after repeated use, and the safety factor was getting lower and lower, so it had to be discarded.

The biggest change is the Heavy Meteor Gun, as his main combat weapon during this time, not only did it not become dull with his use, but it became more and more sharp.

He used it more and more like an arm.

Then, he spread out a small package, and the seven perfect-quality secret refining objects were neatly arranged, which he carried close to him.

There are two heart-shaped secret refining objects, the first order of black iron and the sixth order of black iron.

There are two pieces of spine type, the second order of black iron and the fourth order of black iron.

Two claw types, black iron third order, black iron seventh order.

A leather bag-type one, a black iron fifth-order, and originally a black iron seventh-order, but it was used by himself.

This is the most valuable thing on his body when he returns from this wilderness experience.

Originally, if he reduced the production of high-quality secret refiners, he could still refine more perfect qualities, but after careful consideration, he didn't make too many perfect quality secret refiners.

Because of the particularity of the perfect quality, he didn't dare to make a move at all, not even to expose it, for him, at this stage, these secret refining items were more just a reference sample for him to learn the structure of the secret pattern, and each refining perfect quality consumed too much, especially the sixth and seventh orders of black iron, which was his current limit, and it would take a few days to recover his strength.

The reason why there are two pieces of refining of each form, and the span between the grades is quite large, this is also a means for him to learn, through the comparison and reference of different levels of the same type, to summarize the deeper laws of the secret pattern structure.

He deliberately took the perfect secret refining object of the Black Iron Seventh Order Claw Type in his hand and put it aside alone.

"Uncle Yang is a fifth-order black iron cultivator, so the seventh-order black iron is his limit, the eldest husband has made a word, the horse is difficult to chase, the oath has been issued for less than two months, I have fulfilled my promise!"

Thinking of this, the Force felt a sense of pride in his heart.

At the beginning, in the face of Uncle Yang's generous gift, he felt that he could not repay it, so he said that he would give him a perfect quality secret refining object to renew his cultivation path.

Now, the words are still in my ears, less than two months, I "snapped" this thing in his face, there is really an indescribable joy, and I feel comfortable when I think about it.

In the end, he looked at the treasure chest next to him, he originally wanted to find a secret cabinet in this villa to store in secret, but after experiencing a false alarm before, he felt that it was better to take it with him, anyway, when he returned to the base city, it was not to go deep into the jungle, but to put it in his heart was not steady.

After some tidying up, looking at the large pile in front of me, the main thing is that the repackaged best honey takes up too much space - the two wooden barrels converted from a thick log that one person holds together have a huge capacity.

"I bought three tickets by myself, and I didn't know if I was allowed to get on the bus. ”

Early the next morning, I rushed to Queshan Station, negotiated and communicated, secretly stuffed the driver with a jar of superb honey, and finally moved all the items to the car.

It took nearly a whole day for the convoy to arrive at the Iron Fortress without danger, and then transfer to the rolling shuttle bus to the base city here, even if the road conditions were very good, and it was already dark when they returned to the door with large bags and small bags.

The house has not been inhabited for more than a month, there is a lot of dust, and the Force can't care about cleaning, so he cleans up a little and falls asleep.

Early the next morning, the Force walked out of the house with two large jars of the best honey and the perfect secret of the seventh order of black iron in his arms.

Jing'an Street is not too big, and soon came to Uncle Yang's house.

"Bang Bang Bang"

He couldn't wait to knock on the door, but no one answered for a long time.

He was wondering if there was no one in Uncle Yang's house, when he heard the faint sound of footsteps, slow and light, as if he was rubbing the ground, which felt very weird.

The Force was puzzled and frowned.

"Squeak"

The door opened, and a pale and haggard, skinny, and dead-eyed woman stood at the door.

The woman with eyes that looked like stagnant water saw the Force, but her eyes suddenly waved, and she said, "Ali, didn't you go to the camp, why did you come back so quickly, did you...... Could it be that you also heard about your Uncle Yang and rushed back on purpose?"

"Uncle Yang's business, what happened to Uncle Yang?"

The Force was puzzled, but a violent sense of uneasiness suddenly rose.

Because he had recognized the woman in front of him, it was Uncle Yang's wife who didn't often show his face in front of them, was nearly ten years younger than him, but was very beloved by him, and was also very virtuous and gentle.

How could it be, how did it become like this?

How could she, who was originally full of red light and always had a happy smile on her face, suddenly look like a dead and rotten tree?

I didn't leave for a long time, what happened in the meantime?

What's wrong with Uncle Yang?

The Force was full of questions and uneasiness, and the excitement that was originally excited and joyful, ready to come to the door to "slap the face" disappeared in an instant.

He didn't even ask a word, and after listening to the woman's voice, he quickly cooled his smile, and followed the woman into the room step by step, as he had just heard, slowly and lightly, as if he was wiping the ground.

In the living room, he saw a portrait.

A black-and-white portrait.

He was no stranger to such portraits, because he once personally dragged the old man to be a living model and painted one.

Such a portrait hangs in the living room in a grand manner, which is to unmistakably announce to the world that this person has unmistakably passed away, and in this still vivid and colorful world, in the hearts of his relatives and friends, his image is frozen into black and white that no longer changes, eternally still, and can only be remembered.

He's dead.

Seeing this posthumous image, the Force did not have too many waves in his heart, but he was convinced of some uneasy speculation in his heart.

From knocking on the door with a smile on his face to entering the house and seeing the portrait, it was only a few minutes.

Under the statue, fresh fruits are enshrined, as well as a steaming bowl of shredded porridge with preserved eggs and meat, a plate of salty and crispy radish, and a pair of chopsticks next to it.

Obviously, it was an exquisite breakfast prepared for him by his beloved wife.

He silently placed the two large jars of excellent honey in his hand on the cabinet, he reached into his arms, paused, and took them back empty-handed.

He wanted to offer the promised item together, but in the end he gave up, and really took it out and made an offering here, and nothing else would be brought except to cause trouble.

It seems that the first promise he made solemnly will never be fulfilled.

He turned to look at the woman and asked, "What the hell is going on?"