"Forged by hand?" Xu Feng frowned slightly. He had heard of this statement in his previous life, but he always scoffed at it. The success rate of forging by hand was far less than that of using the power of the apostles.

The so-called forging with the power of the apostles is like Xu Feng weaving the fluorescent cloak, consuming his own mental power or the power of the moon, integrating the forging drawings, and using the forging materials for void forging.

During the entire forging process, there is almost no need to touch the forging materials. It is as if there is an invisible hand controlling everything and it will never make mistakes.

If forging fails, it must be due to problems with the materials, the forging skill level or the blueprint. However, if you forge it yourself, there are too many possibilities for problems and the chance of error will increase significantly.

Using the power of the apostle is like playing a game. You only need to click the "forging button" to complete the entire forging process.

If the success rate of forging with the power of the apostles can reach 80%, then the success rate of forging by hand can only reach 30% or even 20% at most. However, as the proficiency and experience increase, the success rate of forging by hand will also increase. However, this process will consume a lot of time and materials.

In previous lives, even those blacksmiths who really made a living by forging, most of them would not forge by hand.

However, Xu Feng was still very convinced by Zhao Ruhai's words. After all, Zhao Ruhai was one of the three great blacksmiths in China in his previous life, and one of the only three blacksmiths who could reach the ninth level of blacksmithing! "Since it was Zhao Ruhai who said it, it must be right. Why not try it according to what he said?" Xu Feng thought to himself.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng summoned out the forging furnace and hammer, lit the charcoal, and in a short while, the forging furnace was burning red.

Xu Feng threw a palm-sized iron ingot into the fire. After the ingot was burned red, he took it out, placed it on the anvil, and swung the forging hammer, smashing the ingot hard.

Xu Feng is forging the blade of the Poacher's Spear. Now Xu Feng only masters the forging methods of four types of items, and the Poacher's Spear is the simplest one among them.

Bang, bang, bang~ Xu Feng didn't know how many times he hit the iron ingot until it turned black again. The spear blade was not forged, and a strange-shaped piece of scrap iron was placed on the anvil.

If the forger is not an apostle, even if the forging fails, the iron block on the anvil can still be sent back to the furnace for re-forging. However, it is different for a forger with the status of an apostle. Once the apostle fails in forging an item, the material will be scrapped and cannot be reused.

Just like that, Xu Feng threw the scrap iron aside, took out a new iron ingot, and continued forging.

…

Wolongshan Cemetery, Songtao City

At daybreak, facing the falling leaves of late autumn, a middle-aged man in a suit, holding a bunch of light yellow daisies, walked along the cemetery steps towards the direction of a stone angel sculpture at the top.

The cemetery was empty at this time, with only the sound of cold wind blowing in one's ears. The weather was cold and few people would come to sweep the graves at this time.

The middle-aged man walked up to the angel statue, gently knocked on the base of the statue with a special rhythm, and then waited quietly. After a moment, an old voice came from the angel statue.

"I told you not to disturb me when I'm asleep, unless it's something urgent!"

The middle-aged man gently placed the daisy in front of the angel statue and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir, to disturb your sleep because of an emergency!"

After a long time, a voice came from the angel statue: "Tell me, what happened?"

"Sir, there is a third-level secret realm outside the city, called the Secret Realm of the Dry Bone Temple. It is a world of the dead, full of undead creatures..." the middle-aged man said slowly.

“The Holy Crystal of the Dead, sir!” the middle-aged man whispered, “The Holy Crystal of the Dead appeared in the secret realm of the Dry Bone Temple!”

Rumble! The ground where the angel statue was located suddenly shook slightly. The old voice was slightly shocked and confirmed: "Are you sure it is the Holy Crystal of the Dead? You know what it means to me. If I find out that you are lying to me, I will extract your soul and roast it on the flames of evil spirits for a hundred years!"

"Sir, I saw it with my own eyes!" The middle-aged man didn't care about the threat from the old voice. Instead, he smiled and said, "Believe me, I won't lie to you."

"What do you want?" the old voice suddenly asked.

"Zombie body, I want a way to obtain a zombie body!" The middle-aged man said quickly with an eager look on his face.

“Haha, what do you think a zombie body is?” The old voice revealed a hint of sarcasm, and continued, “An immortal body? Wrong, wrong. It’s a body hated by God, a cursed body, and an ominous body. Once you become a zombie body, your relatives, friends, and partners will leave you. You will endure loneliness for hundreds or thousands of years, and your current life will completely change…”

"Times have changed, and the world is also changing dramatically!" The middle-aged man said excitedly, "In this world, you only need strength to survive, nothing else is needed. I want to become strong and stay strong!"

"You will regret it. Even I don't dare to pursue that kind of power..." The old voice sighed.

"I won't regret it!" The middle-aged man showed a firm look on his face and said, "Sir, this is just a deal. You tell me how to obtain the zombie body, and I will tell you the exact location of the Undead Holy Crystal!"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

After a long silence, a ball of black light appeared out of nowhere on the stone slab in front of the angel statue, then slowly condensed and finally turned into a parchment scroll.

"I hope you won't regret it!" said the old voice.

The middle-aged man walked quickly forward, picked up the parchment scroll, opened it and took a look, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"This is it, this is it..." the man muttered to himself.

After calming down his excitement, the man leaned over and whispered a few words towards the base of the angel statue: "In the secret realm of the Dry Bone Temple, in the eighth temple, on the throne of the dead. There are many powerful undead guards in the temple. There are also undead knights patrolling outside the temple. They are invincible!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man quickly left the cemetery holding the parchment scroll.

After a long time, there was a rumbling sound from under the angel statue, and the relief stone slab slowly moved away, revealing a deep hole, and a black wooden coffin slowly moved out.

After a moment, the coffin lid moved away automatically, and an old hand stretched out from the coffin. Then, an old body slowly sat up from the coffin. There was almost no flesh and blood on this person, just skin and bones. He looked no different from a corpse. If it weren't for the slight white breath coming from the tip of his nose, he would have been no different from a zombie.

"The secret realm of the Temple of Dry Bones..." The old man raised his head and looked into the distance, a look of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)