Comfortable!

Kongkong burped, touched his swollen belly, and a pair of pointed ears were now lazily drooping, and he took out a dark blue demonic cloth bag and threw it to Chang Zhaowen: "Next!"

Chang Zhaowen took the demon pattern bag, checked it, and nodded at Kongkong: "Is it the materials purchased this time? Kongkong, thank you for your hard work! By the way, is there anything special happening in this Dark Sky Bazaar? And your Demon Breaking Soup recipe......"

Chang Zhaowen had too many questions in his mind at this time that he wanted to ask Kongkong, but he didn't continue to ask, because Kongkong, the only one who could answer these questions, had already leaned back on the soft lambskin sofa and fell asleep.

This person is easy to get sleepy when he is full, and it seems that the dog demon is the same.

I don't know if he met anyone from the Dog Demon Clan, if he was recognized, and how did he deal with these thorny problems alone?

The empty brows are locked for a while, stretched for a while, and the facial expression keeps changing, it seems that this kid is very nervous and anxious even in his sleep, he must be tired, right? Don't disturb him today, let him sleep well until he wakes up naturally!

Finding a thin blanket to cover the empty body, Chang Zhaowen turned off the lights in the dining room, held the magic bag in one hand and the barrel in the other, and walked lightly on the stairs leading to his bedroom upstairs.

There are a lot of strange things in this magic bag, and it seems that the empty space has not been carefully categorized, and a lot of things are stuffed into a mess.

Chang Zhaowen first took out a large pile of colorful and strange stones from inside, and picked up the most dazzling red stone among them, but this stone was in his hand for less than a second, and the skin that touched this stone felt a burning sensation, and quickly put down this strange stone, and there was already a crimson burn mark in his palm.

After stuffing the strange stone back, he took out another piece of white bark about the size of his palm, which exuded the fragrance of a wonderful herb.

Curiously, he put the bark under his nose and sniffed it, and suddenly felt a cold chill rush to his eyes, and then strange things happened - his hand holding the bark began to become transparent, and the skin and flesh disappeared, leaving only slender pale bones.

What the hell is this! Chang Zhaowen's scalp was tingling, could it be that his skin and muscles were dissolved after he had been poisoned? But this is not right? Why didn't he feel any discomfort at all?

Chang Zhaowen rushed into a dressing room connected to his bedroom, where there were fitting mirrors hanging on three walls, and the person in the mirror was even more terrifying, and it was clear that there was only one skeleton left!

Shockedly, he raised a hand with white bones in the mirror, and slowly pressed it on his cheek, the touch of warm skin was still the same, it turned out that the skin and muscles had not disappeared, but he couldn't see it. This should be a kind of trick, but in any case, that white bark is a little too evil, right?

In a trance, the white skeleton in the mirror gradually revealed a translucent outline, and the color gradually deepened, and soon he returned to his original appearance.

I slowly lowered my head, and found that my hands had indeed changed back, which was amazing! I don't know where that bark came from, and I don't know if this bark is edible, and I don't know what will happen if I add a little bit to the dish?

Forget it, Chang Zhaowen immediately rejected his idea, just smelling it is so powerful, if you eat it, you don't know how terrible the world in your eyes will become!

The things that Sora brought back are too miscellaneous and strange, so let's wait until he wakes up to learn about them one by one.

But whether the materials needed to build the "animal hut" are ready is not just a matter of asking for nothing......

……

"Well, there are three pairs of golden shell worm wings, a philosopher's stone, and the five stages of the magic pattern wood are all ready. Master, are you going to build an animal hut now?"

"Of course. In Chang Zhaowen's opinion, this problem doesn't even need to be considered, every time the farm upgrades something new, it is a new experience for him, and he doesn't want to delay for a moment.

With the roar of machinery, a flat meadow far away from the field suddenly rose with a puff of smoke, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to shake with it.

Soon the smoke cleared, and there was a wild wooden house made of thick logs. There is a half-man-high fence in front of the wooden house, which encloses a small piece of grass, and the dense and fertile grass in the cool breeze is like a piece of green velvet, gently swaying in the wind, and it seems that in the future there should be many herbivores in captivity.

Chang Zhaowen couldn't wait to rush over, and found that the interior of this cabin was not small, and it was divided into four compartments by partitions, each of which was equipped with basic feeding equipment, automatic drinking equipment, troughs, haystacks for animals to rest, etc.

Chang Zhaowen wanted to open the door of one of the cubicles, but his head "bumped" into something.

"Hmm. He snorted, instinctively slapping away what he had just bumped into. He was anxious just now, and he didn't pay close attention to the surrounding environment, Chang Zhaowen stared strangely at a burlap bag hanging in mid-air.

This burlap bag is tied with a thin hemp rope, and if you follow the line of sight of the hemp rope, you will find that the thick pine beams that support the entire wooden house structure are tied with thin hemp rope with four burlap bags, which are hung above the small doors of the four compartments.

"Eh, what is this?" he tore off the bag that had knocked on his head, untied the thin hemp rope tied to it, and the contents made him dumbfounded—it contained a bag of white rice! Fortunately, it contained at least rice, and if it was filled with iron plates or nails, he would never have been able to stand the direct blow to his head just now.

"Why hang four small cloth bags with rice on the beams, is it for the purpose of warding off evil spirits, or is there some special significance?"

It's so small, a cloth bag is only the size of an adult's fist, and even if it's full of food, it's useless.

And it hangs at the door of the cubicle like this, there must be something strange in this!