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At this point, he solemnly reminded, "Mr. Yang Yuan, it is best to sleep peacefully at night. As long as you don't leave the lights on, it generally won't come knocking."

Yang Yuan suddenly realized, "That explains why I've been so unlucky, getting knocks on my door two nights in a row. I see, thank you for the reminder."

"No need to thank me. After all, your death wouldn't benefit us in any way. I'm straightforward, but I speak the truth. Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Lingde finished speaking, then turned and left.

After he had been gone for a while, Zhao Jiayan whispered, "This guy seems a bit slow-witted, far worse than Director Yan."

"Maybe Director Yan chose him on purpose."

After all, with someone like this counting money, he probably wouldn't secretly pocket any.

Yang Yuan laughed, "You all take care at home, I'm going out for a bit."

He left the shop, asked around a bit on the road, and quickly found the residence of the carver Tang Song.

As expected, Tang Song was well-known in this camp, as everyone needed the exorcism sculptures he carved.

When Yang Yuan knocked on the door, Tang Song, holding a pair of pliers, looked at him in confusion: "It's only the second day, Mr. Yang Yuan, did you get the date wrong?"

"No, I'm here specifically to see you. Should we talk inside?" Yang Yuan said.

"Sure, come in, but it's quite simple here, no place for you to sit."

Tang Song led Yang Yuan inside, and indeed his home was very... empty, not even a bed.

It made sense, as everyone had fled here, other than tools for food, who would bring a bed?

And with such a short time, there was no time to purchase these items, perhaps he also felt it wasn't necessary.

In this small room, there was only an electric furnace at work.

Yang Yuan glanced at the electric furnace, which already had golden liquid inside, and asked, "Is this gold ore?"

"Yes, but it's not fully refined yet." Tang Song nodded.

Yang Yuan immediately said, "Master Tang, you're not being honest. Didn't start work yesterday? Carving an arrow, even if it's a golden one, shouldn't take three days, right?"

Tang Song felt a bit embarrassed, caught red-handed. He should have hidden these earlier.

But who would have thought that the patron would come knocking? He thought it was those poor folks coming to buy exorcism sculptures.

Just when it was becoming awkward, Yang Yuan suddenly spoke again, "How about this, I won't hold it against you. You don't need to make three parts anymore, just carve one whole piece, but make it larger."

He intended to print it into an arm crossbow, crafting a Godslaying Arm Crossbow.

Then he'd have one hand for breaking evil and the other for god-slaying.

Perfect!

Tang Song frowned, "How big?"

"Three centimeters in diameter, one meter in length," Yang Yuan said.

"That... is too big, isn't it?"

Tang Song frowned, "It'll cost more!"

"Forty thousand," Yang Yuan said, "I know a bit about this carving business. The smaller, the harder to carve. As long as it's not ridiculously large, the bigger, the easier to carve. The extra ten thousand is my compensation for changing my mind last minute."

"...Alright, forty thousand it is."

Tang Song nodded, "Still three days. I'll deliver it then, best not to change your mind again."

"I won't change again."

Yang Yuan left, satisfied.

For the next two days, he ran the printer at night to print wooden sword components, while he slept soundly to avoid the 'Mountain God' coming for revenge.

During the day, he assembled wooden swords to brush up experience to level eleven, renting on the second morning.

In the blink of an eye, it had been four days since they joined the thirty-eighth team.

That night.

Taking advantage of Jiang Yiyi's sleep, Yang Yuan and Zhao Jiayan shared some tender moments, then went to the front room on the first floor to check his personal experience points.

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[Today's 24,000 words have been fully updated. Writing 24,000 words in a day is still quite challenging, especially as this last big chapter always ends up with typos that need correcting. 24,000 words from eight last night till after nine forty this morning, once the debts of additional chapters from rewards are cleared, I really need a good rest. Asking for monthly tickets!]