I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

Chapter 106 The House Collapses

Take the tools from the box and the blue book will automatically turn to the next page.

The word is just two simple words: [Assemble]

But looking at the densely packed operation diagrams below made Yuan Feng dizzy.

According to the operation diagram, a qualified puppet has thousands of parts, large and small, which need to be assembled together mentally, and there cannot be any mistakes in the positions.

"This……"

Yuan Feng thought that after he brought the tools and materials, the blue book would automatically help him assemble the puppet.

I thought it was simple. Reality is indeed different from games.

Take the materials in the game, put them on the workbench, and the items will be automatically assembled.

Yuan Feng glanced at the materials on the ground. These needed to be cut, polished, and assembled. How long would it take?

There was rolling yellow sand outside the house. Looking out the window, I could see the entrance to the second floor, but no one had come in yet.

Yuan Feng sighed. Since no one had arrived yet, he didn't dare to go to the second floor alone. If no one came, he had the idea of ​​exiting the secret realm.

To be honest, he came here just to broaden his horizons, and compared to others, he was clearly less prepared.

Given his current half-baked state, it would be a waste if he didn't gain experience but ended up losing his life.

Thinking of this, he became a puppet with peace of mind and didn't worry about anything else.

This lasted for five days. This time was not determined by the alternation of the sun and the moon, but by the fact that Yuan Feng felt tired and took a nap.

Since his cultivation level has improved, he needs much less sleep, so this time may be even longer than five days.

"Why so slow?"

Yuan Feng looked at the half-finished scorpion and panicked.

After so many days, he should have reached the entrance to the second floor. Could it be that there was another exit as he had guessed?

After a little panic, he just gave up.

"Forget it. I don't need to worry about whether to go to the back or not. I can go home directly after dealing with this puppet."

After this trip, Yuan Feng had some small gains.

A blue book that teaches how to make puppets, and so many materials for making puppets, it’s not a wasted trip.

It’s just a bit worrying. I don’t know if I can take the puppet out of the wooden house after I finish making it, and whether I can take the wooden box with me.

Yuan Feng doesn’t dare to experiment yet, as he is afraid that once he does, everything will be gone.

Once the puppet is made, even if the worst result comes, it will be worth it as I can learn some experience.

After daydreaming for a while, he got down to work again.

Next, he did not deliberately calculate how much time had passed, and was completely immersed in making the puppet.

After sleeping for about five or six times, the scorpion was finally assembled.

Yuan Feng stood with his hands on his hips and looked at his achievements. A giant scorpion as big as a truck was placed in front of him, and he felt indescribably proud.

The scorpion was so big that it pushed Yuan Feng into the corner.

He walked forward and touched it, and suddenly he realized a big problem.

This assembled tail-swinging scorpion can't move. What's the difference between a puppet that can't move and a giant figurine?

Thinking of this, he quickly looked at the blue book.

"The puppet is assembled. Now what? How do we make it move?"

The blue book flipped to the next page with a "swish" sound:

[Put the third-level demon pill in the core position]

Yuan Feng had seen the third-level demon pill in the small world inside the box. There were all kinds of materials inside, except for the demon pill.

"Where can I find the demon pill now..."

Halfway through his words, a light flashed in Yuan Feng's eyes.

Isn't this a coincidence? He just happens to have a third-level demon pill, which dropped from the yellow-skinned monster he killed when he was looking for Xiaorou.

Now it is lying in Yuanfeng storage bag.

Yuan Feng quickly took out the third-level demon pill and placed it at the core's location according to the instructions in the blue book.

Only then did he realize that when he killed the three-meter-long iron centipede, he destroyed the core demon pill.

Puppets need energy to move. The demon pill is the energy source of the puppet and also the "soul" that enables the puppet to understand commands.

"Hey, it's moving!"

As soon as the third-level demon pill was put in, and before the lid could be closed, the scorpion's eyes lit up.

Yuan Feng quickly closed the lid of the core. This is the vital point of the scorpion, so it must be hidden well.

"But how do I control it?"

A new problem arose, and Yuan Feng looked at Lan Shu.

The answer is still above. It is very simple. Once the blood drop recognizes the master on the demon pill, it can be controlled.

"Damn, it's too early."

Yuan Feng opened the lid again, bit his finger, and excitedly squeezed the pain on his finger, squeezing the blood onto the monster core.

The blood magically merged into the demon pill, and he soon had a mysterious feeling.

As soon as he thought about it, the scorpion immediately obeyed his thoughts and acted without even needing to speak.

"呲-"

The house was too small and the scorpion's tail was too high. When it moved, its tail rubbed against the roof, making a sour sound.

Yuan Feng quickly ordered the scorpion not to move.

Looking at the roof, it was intact and he couldn't help but sigh at the excellent quality of the house.

Fearing that further trouble might occur, Yuan Feng quickly put the tail-swinging scorpion into his storage bag.

He had just replaced his storage bag, which was big enough.

Seeing that it could be put into the storage bag, Yuan Feng felt relieved. If it could be put into the storage bag, it proved that it could be taken out of the room.

The only things left to worry about are the blue book and the box.

The blue book closed the moment the scorpion finished swinging its tail.

Yuan Feng was very curious, could it meet all its requirements?

With the intention of giving it a try, he opened it again.

The first page still has the same question:

[Do you want to start making puppets? ]

"Yes!" Yuan Feng didn't hesitate.

Page 2: [What is the purpose of making puppets? ]

"To be the best in the world!"

"Snapped!"

The blue book is closed.

Yuan Feng touched his nose awkwardly.

This request is indeed a bit excessive. This blue book belongs to Immortal Lu Yang. If this blue book has the ability to make wishes, he would have been number one in the world long ago and would not have fallen.

Yuan Feng's curiosity was satisfied. He tried to put the blue book into his storage bag and found that it worked.

I was too cautious before and waited until now to put it in the storage bag.

But there was nothing to lose by being careful, and Yuan Feng had no regrets.

Now there is only one thing left that he wants to take away, which is the box containing the small world.

This box definitely cannot be put into the storage bag, Yuan Feng doesn't even need to try it.

The box contains a small world, which is more advanced than the storage space in the storage bag. It is common sense that a high-level space cannot be placed in a low-level space.

Common sense is common sense, Yuanfeng’s main character is rebellion.

I tried stuffing the box into the storage bag, but of course it didn't work.

It seems that I can only carry this box out.

When Yuan Feng picked up the box, he found that the light in the room had dimmed a lot.

Looking at the oil lamp, the wick was about to burn out and the oil in the lamp had dried up.

The oil lamp was about to go out. Yuan Feng thought that the oil lamp would last forever, but he didn't expect it to burn out after just a few days.

The ground around them suddenly began to shake, and the lights were rapidly dimming.

The whole house began to shake along with the ground. Wind and sand suddenly rushed into the house and raged inside. The house was about to collapse.

"So this oil lamp is the real body!"

Yuan Feng didn't have time to think, and quickly ran out of the wooden house holding the wooden box.

As soon as he stepped out of the wooden house, he heard a loud bang, and a shock wave from behind pushed Yuan Feng forward a few steps.

When I looked back, there was only a pile of rotten broken wooden boards left on the ground.

Yuan Feng turned over the yellow sand, trying to find the table and the oil lamp, thinking that they must be treasures.

But after turning it over, there was no table, nor was there a burnt-out oil lamp. Only a few broken table legs were found that had been rotten for many years.

"People should be content with what they know."

Yuan Feng comforted himself.

He looked at the box in his hand, which he had brought out intact, so why would he need a bicycle?

Speaking of which, the wiggling-tail scorpion was also brought out. Thinking of the wiggling-tail scorpion, he almost forgot the purpose of making it.

The tail-swinging scorpion is used to deal with the three-meter-long iron centipede.

Now, let him see how this scorpion with its tail can deal with the three-meter-long iron centipede.

Yuan Feng released the scorpion with its tail swinging. Its brown and yellow body looked so majestic in the wind and sand.

And the tail needle that is raised high exudes a terrifying lethality.