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"I only found a hand-held saw. It may be a bit blunt. You can just use it." Wen Su came back from the tool room carrying a saw that was as long as an arm.

"It's enough. It's just sawing wood." Su Luoyu took the hand saw, pointed it at the boundary of the aura, and started sawing cautiously.

Seeing Su Luoyu sawing directly on the table, Wen Su stared at the smooth muscle lines on her arms and couldn't help but feel his teeth ache: "Miss Su, you really don't look like a girl."

Su Luoyu didn't even raise her head: "Really? Master Wen, I don't think you look like a boy either."

Wensu:……

Why mess with her... she can't be beaten! It can’t be said!

Soon, the useless piece of wood at the edge of the aura was sawed off. It was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen.

Wen Su was disappointed: "This wood is only a little bigger than a palm. You have cut it so much and there is nothing inside."

"Why are you so anxious?" Su Luoyu said calmly: "How can you become a warlock in such a hurry?"

Wen Su immediately felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Don't insult my character!"

Su Luoyu was amused. She lowered her head and carefully measured the position she saw before continuing to saw. "You have no personality here."

Wen Su was injured twice and almost vomited blood.

The two of them were arguing with each other, and the other side of the piece of wood slowly revealed: "This side is also dark. Could it be that this is a piece of ebony?"

"We'll find out soon." Su Luoyu didn't deny his statement, but she didn't confirm it either.

"Isn't it also ebony?" Wen Su frowned.

If it was really ebony, it would be quite valuable, but it was not as exaggerated as Su Luoyu said, so he became even more curious.

According to the edge of the aura he had seen before, Su Luoyu cut the piece of wood, which was larger than a palm, into a square cube.

"This should be what's inside the wood." Su Luoyu lifted it up and looked at it for a long time.

It was pitch black and there seemed to be nothing else to see.

Wen Su was a little speechless: "Isn't this just the most ordinary black wood? At most it has some age, it can be considered an antique."

"It's not ordinary black wood." A steady and powerful voice suddenly came from the door.

Master Jiu walked in slowly with a cane.

"Master?" Wen Su was stunned.

"What a coincidence that Master Jiu came here." Su Luoyu half-smiled but said, "Is it possible that Master Nine also smelled the smell of lightning striking wood?"

After hearing Su Luoyu's words, Lord Jiu was not angry. He just said: "It turns out that it was my negligence that caused such a fine wooden pearl to be covered in dust."

"Lightning strikes wood???" Wen Su repeated it first, and then looked at the black wood in Su Luoyu's hand with wide eyes.

"Yes, it is indeed lightning-struck wood." Su Luoyu weighed the wood in her hand: "And golden threads grew out of this lightning-struck wood."

Su Luoyu wanted to saw it directly, but the intact lightning wood was more valuable. Once it was sawed, it would easily lose its aura.

"You mean this is a piece of black gold lightning strike wood?" Wen Su's voice became louder every time.

"Why are you so excited?" Su Luoyu was speechless: "Didn't I tell you just now? There are good things here."

"But who would use lightning-strike wood to support the legs of a table?" Wen Su couldn't accept it.

"Of course it's Master Jiu!"

Su Luoyu showed a sly smile: "Master Jiu, this thing must be shared by everyone who sees it."

Wen Su immediately realized that Su Luoyu must have discovered something, so she insisted on opening the piece of wood despite his objections.

For a moment, he felt a little bit cheated.

"Did you already know that there was a lightning strike tree inside?" Wen Su gritted his teeth.

"That's not the case, my eyesight isn't that sharp yet." Su Luoyu shrugged. Seeing Master Jiu's eyes glued to the piece of lightning-struck wood, he handed it over generously.

Master Jiu took a deep breath and took the piece of wood.

"Why is this piece of wood also found under the corner of the table in my room?" Wen Su coughed lightly: "There are relatively few lightning strikes of this quality, so..."

"Miss Su, can I part with this piece of wood?" Master Jiu suddenly interrupted Wen Su's words with a gentle tone.

Su Luoyu was stunned.

In fact, she had no intention of keeping this thing as her own. Just like Wen Su said, this thing was found in Wen Su's room after all. It was very shameless for her to say that everyone who saw it had a share.

But what do Master Jiu’s words mean?

Could it be that this piece of wood originally belonged to her?

"During the full moon banquet in Wensu, your grandfather, Mr. Qingshan, asked someone to send you a congratulatory gift." Master Jiu rubbed it, his eyes flashed with thoughts, and he seemed to be nostalgic for those years: "Among the rich congratulatory gifts was an inconspicuous piece of The wood, because of my poor eyesight, I thought it was an ordinary piece of ebony, so I used it to pad the table legs."

"So this piece of wood was originally sent by my grandfather?" Su Luoyu understood clearly: "But since it is a gift, I am embarrassed to ask more questions."

Since it was sent by Li Qingshan, even if they didn't find it, it should still be theirs. Su Luoyu still knew this.

"No, I'm really neglecting Mr. Qingshan's things, just think of it as a reminder." Master Jiu shook his head: "Miss Su, let's set the price."

Su Luoyu paused: "I don't know the price of these things. Master Jiu can give me a number."

Master Jiu stared at the piece of wood for a long time, and finally said: "How about asking for an auspicious number, nine hundred and sixty thousand?"

Nine hundred and sixty thousand? A piece of wood less than the size of a palm?

Master Jiu didn't lie to her just because she didn't understand.

Just the faint golden aura on the wood proves that this is definitely an excellent raw material for a positive magic weapon.

"Now that Mr. Jiu has made his decision, Luo Yu won't say anything more, but your disciple's eyes really need to be tempered." Su Luoyu exposed Wen Su's shortcomings mercilessly.

Master Jiu then looked at Wen Su angrily, and Wen Su immediately lowered his head in shame.

Master Jiu made a mistake at first, but after the wood had been left in his room for so long, he didn't realize at all that Su Luoyu deserved it.

Master Jiu waved to the person behind him. The person behind him understood and immediately asked Su Luoyu: "May I ask what Miss Su's account number is?"

Su Luoyu sent it to him, and within a few minutes he received a transfer reminder.

Hundreds, millions, hundreds of thousands, and nine hundred and sixty thousand were paid in this way. For the first time, Su Luoyu felt the huge profits of the metaphysics industry.

Suddenly a bold idea came to my mind...

Otherwise, she can also make money by selling the raw materials for magical weapons, right?

I don't know what Su Luoyu was thinking about, but as soon as Wen Su received the call, he heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling on the other side of Wang Xie's phone.

"Master Wen! Where is Miss Su!"