Douluo: Shadow Douluo

After using it for so many years, he knew that this kitchen knife was sharp. It might be okay to cut down some small trees, but he couldn't understand it at all when he used a kitchen knife to cut down these big trees, which were as thick as buckets.

And judging from the piles of wood piled up into a small hill in front of us, there are at least fifty trees here.

What made him most unbelievable was who helped Lan move these timber from the back mountain?

He didn't dare to ask the six-year-old child in front of him. Each section of wood weighed at least close to a hundred kilograms. Even an adult would have difficulty moving it from the back mountain on his own because the road to the back mountain was not clear. It’s not very good, not only is it steep, but there are also a lot of gravels, so you’ll fall down if you’re not careful.

"Did you move this wood too?" Even though he couldn't believe it, the old village chief couldn't help but asked curiously.

Lan said: "Yes."

The old village chief's slit pupils shrank sharply. He felt that this child was a monster!

It's just terrifying!

"By the way, Grandpa Village Chief, where did you buy this kitchen knife? I have never seen a forger who can make a household kitchen knife so finely." Lan asked casually.

The old village chief wiped away cold sweat. At this time, he still had not recovered, and his eyes were still looking at Lan in shock.

After dozens of seconds, he took a sharp breath and said, "This kitchen knife was bought from the Holy Soul Village next door. There is a very outstanding forger there. Everything is made from his hands." The tools produced are one level higher than those made by ordinary forgers, no, at least five levels higher."

heard.

Lan frowned slightly. He didn't expect that there was such a high-level caster in this world, and he really wanted to meet him.

Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, village chief, where is the Holy Soul Village? I want to find this forger and ask him to help me forge a weapon."

The old village chief smiled calmly and said, "I can take you there. Anyway, our Taoli Village and Shenghun Village are not far apart, only two or three miles away. They are considered old communities."

Lan was very excited. The short blade in his hand was made by himself. It was very rough. It was okay for hunting some small animals, but when it came to combat, it seemed a bit insignificant.

After dinner in the evening, Lan started meditating again.

This is a homework he must do every day. During the day, he improves his physical toughness, and at night he improves his skills. For some reason, he found that once his hunting skills break through a bottleneck, it is so difficult to improve. This situation simply could not have existed in the previous life.

Hunting skills are crucial for an assassin like him.

Many times, he relies on his hunting skills to target his enemies.

Hunting skill is a kind of ability that can improve all attributes of his body, but the most obvious one is his mental perception.

Gradually, Lan has completely entered a meditative state.

The next day.

As soon as it got dark, she remembered the noisy sounds in the building. Lan opened her eyes and saw the old village chief cooking through the crack in the door.

He quickly stood up, walked out of the room, and then helped the old village chief chop some firewood.

Seeing this six-year-old child so diligent, the old village chief had a smile on his face.

After breakfast, the old village chief carried his luggage and headed towards the Holy Soul Village with Lan.

Because the old village chief was old and his legs and feet were a little inflexible, they were delayed for some time on the road, but it only took more than an hour for the two of them to arrive at Holy Soul Village from Taoyuan Village.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he heard the sound of clanging sounds coming from the Holy Soul Village. A gleam of excitement flashed in Lan's eyes. He knew that it was the foundry master at work.

He had heard this pure casting sound in his previous life.

Even very familiar.

Because he also spent some time in the blacksmith shop and learned some knowledge about casting.

"Child, did you hear the sound?" A smile appeared on the old village chief's face.

Lan nodded, and then followed the old village chief towards the village.

Walking along the path towards the village, Lan found that Shenghun Village seemed to be wealthier than Taoli Village, and there were large areas of farming land as far as the eye could see.

The reason why Holy Soul Village is richer than Taoli Village is because Holy Soul Village has always had trade relations with Notting City. The food and vegetables produced here are all supplied to Notting City.

Although Notting City is not a big city, it is very close to one of the empires, and it is naturally one of the starting points for business transactions between the two empires.

Because of this, the lives of civilians in the nearby villages are much better than in other villages.

Not long after following the old village chief, Lan suddenly saw a thin figure on a hill that was only more than a hundred meters high. The figure was climbing steadily towards the top of the hill.

It was a child about the same age as him. Perhaps because of the constant warmth from the sun, the child's skin was a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were simple but very clean.

As Lan walked, his eyes were always on the boy, because he was categorically sure that the boy was extraordinary. It was not easy for an ordinary child to climb this hill of more than [-] meters high. .

So he activated his hunting skills, and his powerful mental power stretched like a hill. Although his senses were not very strong, he still felt the boy's steady breath.

Lan suddenly frowned slightly and thought:

Climbing a hill more than [-] meters high, but not blushing, not out of breath, and feeling content?Isn't he an ordinary person?

Soon, the boy on the hill saw a man and a child as big as himself walking towards his home. The boy quickly ran towards the hill.

He was very fast, and in just a few minutes, he arrived in front of Lan and the old village chief.

"Tang San, is your father at home?" the old village chief asked.

Then he glanced at Lan again and said with a smile: "My child, this is the foundry's biological son. His name is Tang San."

Tang San raised a smile and said, "Hello, my name is Tang San."

"Lan." Lan replied lightly.

"Xiaosan, is your father at home? I came to him to help him build a weapon." Old Cunlan smiled calmly.

"Yes. Come with me." Tang San nodded, then led the old village chief and Lan towards his home.

The two of them followed Tang San, and a few minutes later, they arrived in front of a wooden house.

Opening the door, Tang San called out, "Dad, someone is looking for you."

heard.

A coughing sound came from the inner room.

After a while, the curtain of the inner door was raised, and a tall figure came out with some staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 years old, but he was tall and burly, but his dress was really unsightly.

The torn robe was worn on the body, and because it was not patched, the bronze skin underneath was exposed. The straight facial features were covered with a layer of wax, and he looked sleepy. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and his eyes had no mental firepower at all. .

The moment he walked out, the smell of alcohol made Lan couldn't help but frown.

Seeing the man come out, Tang San introduced him: "This is my father."

That's right, this is Tang San's father, Tang Hao!

Tang Hao stumbled to the dining table, sat down, picked up a bottle of wine on the table, took a sip, and said in a deep voice: "Did you bring the money?"