Steve was crying at the grave of the village chief, and around him, the whole village came for a while, hundreds of people surrounded the place, but, without exception, there was no other noise, just the sound of hundreds of people crying, and the passing travelers in green clothes saw so many people gathered together, and they were unconsciously infected by this sad atmosphere, and even these travelers burst into tears, and even they wept for the village chief. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info mourning like snow, grateful for heaven and earth, even heaven and earth were moved by this sad breath. It was a gloomy day, and the sun did not rise for several weeks after that, and the weather was so gloomy, and in the early spring when everything was recovering, the weather was always like this, and it never changed. Steve sobbed silently, looking at the village chief's tomb with a dim eye, conveying a sad emotion, he stood alone in the middle of these people, staring at the village chief's tombstone, he thought of the village chief's rush to save himself, thought of the village chief's madness for his village, he couldn't help but weaken his knees, and knelt down with a plop, towards the village chief's tomb, in the middle of so many people, he knelt down like the village chief's child, hugged this tombstone, and cried again, in fact, How could the village chief not be his reborn parents? The people around him saw him kneeling, at first there was some surprise, after a while, the sound of plopping sounded one after another, hundreds of people in the whole village, all in the direction of the village chief's tombstone, knelt down, towards their beloved village chief, knelt down, at this moment, Steve also quieted down, the whole village, everything was quiet, there was no sound, no distraction, the air was full of sadness and heaviness, and countless thanks and thoughts, just like that, hundreds of people knelt here, The whole day was spent without a sound. The village chief was loved by the people because ・・・・・・of his contribution to the village, and the whole village grieved for him, but no matter what, he had to do the work of rebuilding the village, but fortunately, all the wood that was burned was wood, and the wood was easy to find, and the village was surrounded by a forest, but no one went to the forest where the village chief's grave was located to cut wood, but spent several days there building a fence. The work of rebuilding the village soon began, but the whole village still had no enthusiasm and was still sad about the death of the village chief. The whole village made a decision, and it was a very correct decision. The next day, the whole village started to cut down the tree again, and they took up their axes, and when they saw a tree, they always kept the seeds of the tree and planted them back in the same place. In this world, a tree grows very well, and it only takes a few weeks to grow back into a big tree, so planting trees in this world is a happy and easy thing to do. The whole village cut down the trees very fast, as if they had opened a hanging, and all the wood they needed was cut in one day, what were they going to do, Steve didn't know, because it was an internal matter of the village, all day, he was in a small house, all day, he was immersed in sadness, suddenly, he felt a power that he had once felt, a power that he had burst out in the critical moment of the fire, Steve suddenly felt that he had to adjust his mentality, he had to cheer up, And to find out what this force is.

Suddenly, Steve heard the sound of building a house, heard the sound of wood stacking, Steve's curiosity was hooked at once, he went outside to see, the villagers were gathered in front of a house, the walls of this house were burned, even the main structure was burned out, only the floor was not burned, making it look empty, the villagers built their own building there, it seemed to be a spacious stage type building, and there were many, many chairs in front of it, is this going to act? A trace of doubt rose in Steve's heart, and at the same time, he sensed that something was wrong, as if he had to do something. He walked to the front of a tree, stretched out his right hand, he wanted to touch the tree, but the hand seemed to be out of his control, crazy towards the tree, very strange, Steve actually didn't feel a little pain, a few minutes to cut off a little bit of the tree, Steve held this log, the doubt in his heart was still not solved, why he could cut the tree with his hands, and his hand was not a little painful, Steve found that it seemed that only his right hand had such power, Why can't you reach it with your left hand? Steve thought about it a thousand times, but still didn't come up with a suitable answer, suddenly, he found that the log in his hand was gone, but he could still feel its existence, or he could put this log anywhere, he didn't hold the log, but he could use the log, but all of this, including putting the log on the ground, needed his right hand to do it, and if he relied on his left hand, he couldn't do it. Steve found that he could destroy a cubic meter of anything in a few minutes, and take it away, and he could take it out at any time, and he could use it at any time, but he could only hold one thing in his right hand, and he couldn't hold anything else, but he could change the things in his hand to another one at will, which seemed to be a superpower, and it seemed to be amazing, but this superpower seemed to have a limit, when Steve destroyed nine kinds of items and put them away, He found that when he had destroyed the tenth object, he could no longer put it on the ground, nor could he hold it as if it had disappeared and had flown to a place he did not know. Steve felt that his head was very dizzy, and he didn't have the strength to think, so he came to a relatively intact house, lay on the ground, and soon fell asleep. Outside, the villagers are building rapidly, reluctant to put the wood in their hands where it should be day and night, but they can't be like Steve, gradually framing an outline, the villagers went to collect stones, and built these stones, this building is about to be completed, it is estimated that tomorrow, you can see it・・・・・・ cold light flickered on the hill in the distance, a silver-white axe waved and cut at a tree, three minutes, a tree was cut down, "Hey, I really hate cutting trees, but I need wood to make everything, and if I can make things out of stone sticks, I'll never cut trees again. A delicate female voice sounded, followed by a flash of cold light, the sound of an axe swinging against a tree, and then a muffled sound. The woman didn't look for anyone to move the trees after she cut them down, but picked them all up with her right hand, and the strange thing was that whatever it was, as soon as it came into her hands, it would disappear, and all that was left was an axe that shone with a cold light.