Out of the house.

On the thirteenth day of the month, I came to a camphor tree on the outskirts of the urban village.

This camphor tree was paid attention to before the thirteenth day of the month.

After experiencing the tide of aura, there was a change.

The trunk of the tree is crystal clear and contains spiritual power.

If you use this tree as a material to make a gun barrel, it will be a good choice.

Touching the trunk of the camphor tree, Yue 13 took out the prepared axe.

Start cutting down trees.

This camphor tree is about 32 meters tall and about 1.5 meters in diameter, which is about the same size as an ordinary camphor tree.

Bang!

Yue 13 held the axe in his hand and slashed it with all his might, but the axe sank into the body of the tree and cut into about ten centimeters.

Yue 13 looked at the gap in the tree body and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, the density is high enough, and the toughness is not weak, so it is suitable to choose it as a soft gun!"

Moon Thirteen muttered to himself, and then began to swing the axe to bring down the camphor tree.

After that, he cut off the rhizome of the camphor tree and took out the stem of the tree with a diameter of 1 meter and a length of about 5 meters.

This section contains the richest and thickest aura.

If you use it to make a gun, you can make the spiritual power run more smoothly, and naturally, the more lethal it will be.

Nodding with satisfaction,

On the thirteenth day of the month, he dragged the selected timber and began his return journey.

All the way out into the suburbs.

The thirteenth of the month dragged the rhizomes of the camphor tree to the concrete floor.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of camphor tree rhizomes rubbing against the ground.

On the thirteenth day of the month, he walked alone on the cement road leading to the urban village.

The dilapidated street lamps around it seemed to be about to be scrapped, and only a small dim light could be emitted, illuminating a small corner of the darkness.

Yue Thirteen walked quietly, his eyes were slight.

Rustling...!

Behind it, patches of bushes rustle in the evening breeze.

Yue 13 suddenly turned his head and looked behind.

The dilapidated street lamps swayed and creaked in the evening breeze.

The bulb seems to have short-circuited, flickering on and off.

Yue 13 fixed his eyes on the dark bushes from afar.

I always feel like there's a pair of eyes on me.

He muttered to himself in his heart, and kept a heart's eye.

Then he turned his head silently and moved on.

And at this time.

Three hundred meters behind him, in a bush, six black-robed figures hid.

Hiding in the darkness, silently watching the back of Yue Thirteen leave.

At the head was a wizened old man.

At this time, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Honk...

The phone is connected.

From the other end, faint, noisy cries and begs for mercy rang out.

"Is that okay?"

The wizened old man asked.

"Right now!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and said in a cold tone: "Kill!"

Immediately, a series of piercing screams rang out.

It went on for half a minute.

Then, there was a deathly silence.

"Alright, it's done!"

The hoarse voice sounded again, this time, without any other noise.

There is only an eerie silence.

The thin old man's face was calm, without too much expression, just a faint glance at the pocket watch in his hand.

21:20 minutes.

The thin old man didn't say anything more, but kept his eyes fixed on the second hand.

When I see the pointer jump to 21:21.

Only then did he speak, "Let's start!"

"Hmm!" the hoarse male voice on the other end of the line agreed, and hung up.

The thin old man looked at the phone that had hung up and deleted the record.

Then he looked at the five black shadows beside him, and said lightly: "Go, wake up the corpse tide!"

"No!"

The five of them bowed down to receive the order, and then one by one they dodged and disappeared into the night.

In place, the thin old man's eyes were cold, looking at the direction where Yue Thirteen disappeared.

"We can't kill, but someone can!"

He snorted coldly.

From the moment he learned that this person was the son of the Moon Sage, he was already destined to die.

As for the so-called Ziqiong's warning, they didn't care.

Anyway, it wasn't us who shot it, who knows who killed it?

He sneered, and disappeared into the night.

...

22:03 min.

Beiwan Community.

Mao Yuwen went through a day of retreat and successfully refined five Gathering Spirit Pills.

At this time, he seemed to be twenty years younger, and the original old Mao Yuwen was not there, but was replaced by a full of energy and vigorous Mao Yuwen.

The dark injuries in the body that had not been completely repaired during the original aura tide have all been recovered, and the cultivation has also returned to its peak.

Feeling the strength that he had not seen for a long time, Mao Yuwen's excited hands were trembling.

For the first time, he thought of Aunt Zhang and wanted to tell Aunt Zhang the good news.

So, he pushed open the door and walked towards Aunt Zhang's room.

"Cui'er, come and see, it's been twenty years, and I've finally recovered!"

He shouted into the house, but no one answered him.

"Dead old woman, did you go to bed so early?"

He muttered and wanted to go to her room to check, but as soon as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"No, the old woman sleeps very shallowly, I'm so loud, even if Cui'er is asleep, she can hear it!"

He suddenly felt a shock in his heart, noticed something unusual, and immediately stopped his figure.

However, at this very moment.

A sharp sword burst open the door and stabbed him straight in the chest.

"Huh?"

Mao Yuwen retreated immediately.

But how can a rush compare to a blow that has been gaining momentum for a long time?

Mao Yuwen was unable to fully dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder by a sharp sword.

Crimson blood dripped down, and Mao Yuwen stared at the door.

In the night, the door was like a demon's huge mouth, facing Mao Yuwen, slowly opening.

Bang!

The door was lifted, and a figure in a black robe with a demon mask on his face rushed out, slashing towards Mao Yuwen with a sword.

"Here comes the sword!"

Facing the incoming enemy, Mao Yuwen shouted violently, and at the same time, the soles of his feet stomped violently, and a wooden box that was originally in his room suddenly exploded, and a cyan long sword flew towards him.

Bang!

Picking up the sword, Mao Yuwen engaged in a fierce battle with the black shadow.

The sound of the metal colliding with the weapons was constant, and at the same time, there was the sound of houses collapsing and flying rocks exploding.

This is because the level of engagement between the two is too strong, and the three-story small building where they are located can't withstand it at all, and they are punched out of big holes, and there are cement fragments everywhere, and the dust in the sky is flying high.

Fortunately, the Beiwan community is a newly built community, and there are not many new residents, otherwise there will definitely be many people who will suffer in this battle.

"It's you guys again!"

In the dark night, Mao Yuwen propped up a cyan shield and cut off one arm of the black shadow in front of him.

The broken arm fell to the ground, and suddenly, it turned into yellow fine sand.

Mao Yuwen looked at this scene coldly.

"Unexpectedly, you recovered!"

The shadow made a hoarse voice.

"Misstep, misstep," he said, the dark shadow's face contorted, and then turned into a cloud of fine sand.

Disappear.

Seeing this, Mao Yuwen looked solemn and quickly returned to the house to find Aunt Zhang.