The method of pulling the bow and arrow apart is not difficult, although it is difficult to do it with his insect body, but Wang Xiaoyu also has a unique thing, that is, silk thread.

Using the elastic force of the contraction of the silk thread, as long as the bow and arrow are fixed, then Wang Xiaoyu can use the elastic force of the silk thread to pull the bow and arrow apart, although a single silk thread may not be able to do anything, but the elastic force of dozens of hundreds of silk threads will definitely be able to pull the longbow apart.

Without waiting, Wang Xiaoyu immediately began to clean up the debris on the ruins, the arrow was weakly hindered in the ruins, and it was a little loose at the beginning, after Wang Xiaoyu spit out a few elastic silk threads to connect, the arrow was pulled by the elastic silk thread and moved slowly, and was soon dragged out by Wang Xiaoyu.

However, the remaining wooden bow is a little tricky, because it is buried deeply, Wang Xiaoyu can only keep cleaning up the accumulation above the wooden bow, but fortunately, because of the erosion of the long-term rain, most of the wooden blocks buried on the wooden bow are rotten and black, and there are few large pieces, so it is not so laborious to clean up.

The red-headed cricket on the side was sent out by Wang Xiaoyu to look for treasures again, but this time he didn't find anything good, because after a long time, the red-headed cricket just caught a grasshopper again and flew back.

The red-headed crickets did not harvest, and Wang Xiaoyu was not disappointed, after all, the water of life and this set of bows and arrows have gained a lot.

Let the red-headed cricket rest on the side and don't make trouble, Wang Xiaoyu used the silk thread to drag some debris alone, but it didn't take long for the red-headed cricket to come to Wang Xiaoyu to help, although it couldn't move large pieces, but it could still flap its wings to transport some small wooden debris.

Time passed gradually, and as dusk approached, the longbow that had been suppressed finally began to loosen, so Wang Xiaoyu finally pulled the longbow out of the ruins before dark.

"Redhead, you stand guard around me, and if any danger comes, let me know loudly." Wang Xiaoyu opened his mouth and said to the red-headed cricket.

"Okay, big brother!" After the red-headed cricket finished speaking, it came to the top of the ruins, and its tentacles kept swinging again, entering the radar scanning mode.

……

When night fell, it was time for many predators who had been hungry for a day last night to move again, but Wang Xiaoyu did not stop because these predators basically had no threat to him, and if there were hunters who dared to sneak attack him, they would definitely be killed by his counterattack.

When the night fell completely, Xiao Yu slowly dragged the wooden bow with silk threads, although it took the elasticity of more than a dozen silk threads to pull, but after more than an hour of hard work, Wang Xiaoyu still dragged the wooden bow to the nearest elf wooden house that had not collapsed, and it didn't take long for the arrow and the water of life to be moved by Wang Xiaoyu.

Wang Xiaoyu chose a relatively strong and non-decaying floor, and used his body to drive away the dust to clean it, moved the wooden bow over and adjusted the angle, Wang Xiaoyu began to glue the bow body of the wooden bow to the floor with silk threads.

Although normal bows and arrows are generally shot vertically, it is obviously the easiest and most stable for Wang Xiaoyu to pull the bow and arrow flat on the floor, because all he needs to hit is a crystal bottle less than 4 cm high, and it is enough to shoot only against the ground.

The body of the wooden bow was quickly fixed, and Wang Xiaoyu began to pull the elastic silk threads one by one, and glued these silk threads to the floor.

As the number of threads pulled, the body of the wooden bow gradually began to bend slightly, and the arc of the bowstring became larger and larger......

……

Just as Wang Xiaoyu was about to finish, suddenly an unknown slightly hoarse voice came from outside the elf wooden house, and it seemed to be a man's soft hum.

The soft humming tone was ancient and vicissitudes, and the direction of the sound came from the withered tree of life.

Wang Xiaoyu melted the silk thread that had been spit out halfway in his mouth, stopped his movements, and decided to go to the window to take a look.

Burst!

【Jet Silk Thread】Activation!

Wang Xiaoyu launched a silk thread from his mouth and flew above the window of the house, and then landed on the edge of the window to watch the source of the sound from near the withered tree of life.

In the distance, a translucent, blurry figure glowing white was performing an unknown dance around the withered Tree of Life, and the humming melody was coming from the figure......

"The ghost of the undead?" Wang Xiaoyu whispered, but immediately shook his head, because the ghosts of the undead are generally blue, even the lowest-level ghosts are light blue, and the spirit body that dances around the tree of life is pure white, and it should be just a dead soul that has not dissipated in the world because of obsession.

The body of the revenant seems to have a wide robe, and the revenant soul does whether it is dancing or making a tone and melody should be his prayer to this tree of life, if Wang Xiaoyu is not mistaken, this revenant must have been an elven sacrifice before his death, and the withering of the tree of life This revenant must know the inside story.

Wang Xiaoyu released the silk thread and hung back into the room, although the revenant soul knew the inside story of the withering of the tree of life, but Wang Xiaoyu did not want to contact it, after all, he was just a worm now, and even if he knew why the tree of life withered, it would not be of any practical use to him......

At this time, Wang Xiaoyu's top priority was to smash the bottle of the water of life, and then drink the water of life to break through his level lock.

It's just that when Wang Xiaoyu spit out the silk thread again and stuck to the bowstring and pulled, a faint white fluorescence suddenly appeared, and a burst of words also appeared in this elf house, but because it was [elf language], Wang Xiaoyu didn't understand.

"Big brother, I don't know what's coming!" The voice of the red-headed cricket came out.

Wang Xiaoyu turned the head of the insect and found that the red-headed cricket was lying on the table and tilted its head to look ahead, while the elf sacrifice soul that suddenly appeared was squatting and looking straight at the table, and a dead soul and a cricket were staring at each other with wide eyes.

The appearance of this elven sacrifice was very handsome, and it didn't take long for the voice of this elven sacrifice to come out again, but this time it was not only [Elven Language], but also accompanied by skills similar to [Spiritual Language].

Because this voice sounded directly in Wang Xiaoyu's heart, Wang Xiaoyu could also understand the meaning.

"It's been seven years since I've been seen, and I didn't expect to see me again as a lowly worm, but why do I feel like the gaze that looked at me before was different from yours?" The elven sacrifice soul frowned and asked the red-headed cricket.

"I don't know!" The red-headed cricket tilted its head and replied directly.

The elven priest didn't speak, just frowned......

"Hey, there is still a sight, it turns out that it was you who just saw me......" The elf sacrificed the revenant soul turned his head, and then looked at Wang Xiaoyu who was crawling on the ground with a disappointed look: "But it's still a lowly and dirty reptile." ”

The handsome face of the elven priest suddenly became hideous and angry......

"Why! Why did I wait so long, it was like that seven years ago, and today I finally met the presence that could see me again, and it turned out that even the ugly goblin hybrid seven years ago was not as good as the lowly bug......"

"Hahaha, hahahahaha......"

The elven priest suddenly covered his face and laughed......