With five toilet bowl handlers with long hands and the full production of his own efforts, 300 simple versions of one-time stand-in grass golems were quickly produced.

Then, they were transformed into three hundred...... Ma Chenxing, who has no face.

Well, conjuring up too many details will consume extra soul power, and it is not cost-effective.

After confirming that all the three hundred disposable grass golems were working properly, Wen Dang took out a black mud ball that he had prepared a long time ago, and placed a fingernail-sized pill in each of them.

Looking at the black mud pill in his hand, Xiao Douding was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but get closer to the past.

However, no matter how he observed, he couldn't see what the pill in his hand was.

As a genius who has passed the test of an intermediate pharmacist in Chenglong Village, Xiao Douding can not say that he can recognize all the medicinal materials, but at least he can still judge whether the object in front of him is a medicine or not.

But the problem is that the black mud pill in Wendang's hand is obviously a medicine, but it does not exude any soul power fluctuations that a medicine should have.

This makes Xiao Douding a little incomprehensible.

Fortunately, Wen Dang also found the confusion on Xiao Douding's face, and immediately sent a letter to explain: [It's just an ordinary stink bomb, hmm...... A slightly higher-grade stink bomb. 】

[Stink bomb!? Xiao Douding suddenly raised his head and replied in disbelief: [A stinking bomb that is so perfect that even if it is divided into small pieces, it will not emit any soul power fluctuations!? 】

[Don't show such a big change in expression, you will let people know that you are surprised, how unsafe? Wen Dang frowned, and said quite dissatisfied: [Go back and give you one, you study it slowly, don't talk about this now.] 】

[Thank you, Brother Wendang! 】

Xiao Douding pursed his lips, and the ecstasy in his heart was overflowing.

You must know that although the stink bomb is only a throwing prop that can be made by a low-level pharmacist, it is difficult to achieve no odor because of its characteristics that take effect once it collides.

Most stink bombs, to a greater or lesser extent, will have some fishy smell.

If you can do it without a little odor before use, you can already be regarded as a perfect stink bomb.

As for the stench bomb that was divided into small fasts, it still didn't emit any smell, and even the soul power fluctuations that the medicine should have won't emit......

It's just impossible!

As a pharmacist, how can you get such a perfect stink bomb, and you can still study it at will?

This is simply the greatest happiness!

If you can really get such a stinky bomb, let alone Wenguo, an 8-year-old little child, even those pharmacy masters in Chenglong Village who have lived for dozens or hundreds of years will definitely jump up with excitement.

It can be said that Wenguo's current performance can be regarded as relatively calm.

But it is only a relatively calm performance, which obviously cannot satisfy Wendang.

Looking at Xiao Douding's impetuous appearance, he shook his head in disappointment.

However, he didn't say anything more.

After all, "stability" is indeed not something that ordinary people can do in a day or two.

"Okay, Sister Ruge, let's help together and improve efficiency a little."

After observing for a while, Wen Dang picked up the stink bomb in his hand and walked towards Wen Ruge.

But Wen Ruge directly made a small jump and dodged it instantly.

Steady: "??? ”

"Steady, you should have a stink bomb in your hand, right?" Without waiting for a steady opening, steady as a song is a cautious embankment road.

"Huh?" Wen Dang was slightly stunned, and said suspiciously: "Sister Ruge, can you tell that this is a stinking bomb?" ”

"Of course! I've secretly thrown a lot of identical ones! ”

Steady: "......"

Little Bean: "!! ”

Looking at the calm and steady like a song, steady is really ......

Well, there's nothing to do about it at all.

Fortunately, in addition to putting foul decoy bombs in the barrel, there are many other things that can make Wen Ruge a song.

Putting away the stinking bomb, Wen Dang had some reluctance to choose a backup plan, picked up a handful of foolish wood branches on the side that had been trimmed into a Y-shape at the tip, and said to Wen Ruge:

"Then Sister Ruge, you are like those disposable grass puppets, use this wooden fork to thread the tough rattan ring above the barrel through this gap, and insert it into the barrel to fix it."

Taking the foolish wood branch in Wendang's hand, Wen Ruge first sniffed it very cautiously, and after making sure that there was no peculiar smell, he looked at the tough rattan circle that Wen Dang was referring to.

At this time, Wen Ruge and Wen Guo noticed that these wooden barrels had all been cut in half from the center, and above the gap left by the cut, there was a thin tough vine hanging just above.

Wen Ruge didn't rush to make a move, but first carefully observed the barrel for a while, and then learned the movements of the puppets, trying to insert the suspended tough vines into the cracks of the barrel.

Just when Wen Ruge just felt a huge resistance in his hand, the soul iron piece hanging from the tough vine suddenly made a "click" sound.

A small mechanism in the barrel was then activated, and a few small hooks and claws reached out and grasped, instantly supporting the tenacity in the barrel into a circle, which was tightly attached to the wall of the barrel.

"Huh?" Looking at this magical scene, steady as a song directly gave a cute sigh.

After looking at Wendang and finding that Wendang didn't pay attention to her, he secretly pulled out the plugged foolish branches.

However, what Ling Wenruge didn't expect was that just as the branch in her hand left the bottom of the barrel, a huge elastic force followed.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the foolish wood branch that was as steady as the singer was directly bounced out.

Looking at the foolish wood branch that had been broken into two knots and was flying in the air, Wen Ruge blinked a little confusedly.

Absolutely unaware of what was going on.

And the little bean on the side is bright,

Stopping the action of breaking the mud ball in his hand, he pounced forward and lay down in front of the barrel trap in front of him, and actually observed it with a probe.

However, before Xiao Douding could observe the reason, he was lifted up by a huge force from the back of his neck.

[Don't stick your head in, do you want to be strangled like a mountain tooth beast? Looking at the two teammates around him who are not worrying, he said steadily and a little tired.

The questioning Xiao Douding shrank his head a little frightened, but his eyes were still full of curiosity when he looked at the barrel trap.

[Okay, don't look at it, it's not a big deal, it's just a simple torque mechanism, I'll show you when I go back.] 】

After forcibly stopping Xiao Douding's death, he walked over steadily and helplessly towards Wen Ruge, who was playing hard and had wasted three elm branches.

……

In the end, by the time all the mechanisms in the canyon had been installed, the time spent on the three of them was much more than when they were testing on their own.

But all in all, the 1,000 stable special leveling devices in the experience point canyon still successfully completed all the preparations before use.

Next, it's harvest time!

"Alright, you come with me."

After checking it three times, Wen Dang took Wen Ruge and Wen Guo to a pile of weeds in the northernmost part of the valley.

I saw that Wen Dang reached out in the weeds, and pulled out a wooden door from the weeds.

I took a step forward, and when I pulled out again, I pulled out a wooden door again.

One more step, still a set, this time...... Pulled out an iron door and came out!

Go one step further and ...... again The steady figure finally disappeared into the weeds.

After a while, he found that the two people behind him were still standing outside the experience fortress, so he had to turn back again, beckoned and urged: "Come in, I'm going to start." ”

Steady as a song and steady fruit: "??? ”

Is there only three doors?

……