"Uncle Zhou, what were you saying just now?" Sun Tongtong wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth. She leaned against the bamboo wall in a daze and lazily, roasting the fire with her jade legs.

"I just said, this is blood wood, it's a pity to burn it." Uncle Zhou was afraid of waking everyone up, and his movements were very light, and even his voice was very quiet.

Sun Tongtong picked up a piece of blood-red wood, and looked left and right without thinking that there was anything strange about the wood. Apart from it being red, she had no special features.

Seeing that Sun Tongtong was about to go to bed, she still asked curiously.

"Grandpa Tang, just tell me, what's the use of this mahogany?" Sun Tongtong acted coquettishly and muttered: "Isn't he just a piece of wood? He burns it, what's the pity?"

"It's burned? Haha." Uncle Zhou felt a little funny, but he smiled kindly. Looking at Sun Tongtong was like looking at his granddaughter.

Uncle Zhou asked patiently and slowly, "Do you know how valuable this blood wood is?"

"This blood wood should be very rare. You can buy it at a good price." Sun Tongtong bulged her mouth and tilted her head.

"If blood wood can be measured by money, you will underestimate its value." Uncle Zhou said, adding: "This blood wood is a popular medicinal material in the market. It is usually priceless. Even if it is a gram of gold, it is not uncommon. Now I feel my hands trembling, for fear of ruining it."

"Hey?" Sun Tongtong suddenly had a big vision. Before she could make any noise, she was stopped by Uncle Zhou.

"Speak quietly, they are still sleeping!" Uncle Zhou quickly asked Sun Tongtong to silently and reminded her not to make any noise.

"So these blood trees are all treasures!" Sun Tongtong looked at Uncle Zhou curiously, holding a blood tree without thinking it was dirty, and she didn't know where she was dreaming.

"That's not!" Uncle Zhou looked serious.

"Uncle Zhou, how could you ruin it with your skills? There is an idiom that comes from? Oh, by the way, it's a clever craft, no, no, it's a magical craft!" Sun Tongtong showed a sweet smile.

"You little baby, tell me, what do you want grandpa to help you!" Uncle Zhou is worthy of being an old man, and he can see through her thoughts at a glance.

"Hehe, I can't hide it from you, hehe." Sun Tongtong felt embarrassed and smirked, rubbed her slender jade hands, spread her tongue, and said coquettishly: "Grandpa Mu, please help me."

"At the beginning, I called Uncle Zhou, but then I changed it to Grandpa Tang. In the end, I became Grandpa Mu, you, you!" Uncle Zhou pointed helplessly at Sun Tongtong.

Sun Tongtong said, "Grandpa Sun, please help me carve a little white rabbit... Oh no, a little red rabbit."

"Well, okay, you go to bed. It's too late. Don't get up tomorrow. I have something to say to everyone tomorrow." Uncle Zhou nodded and gave a careful advice.

Sun Tongtong was originally sleepy, but when she heard Uncle Zhou's instructions, she suddenly became energetic again.

"Grandpa Tang, you said something happened to everyone tomorrow, what's going on?"

Uncle Zhou said something slowly surprised Sun Tongtong.

"This blood tree can prolong life after taking it!"

"Grandpa Tang, you didn't lie to Tongtong? How can you eat this wood? It's not that eating Ganoderma lucidum can increase your lifespan." Sun Tongtong obviously didn't believe what Uncle Zhou said, and a look of suspicion appeared on her pretty face.

"Hehe. You girl." Uncle Zhou was not angry, but just shook his head with a smile, thinking that the 16 or 7-year-old girl in front of him was very interesting. He smiled and said slowly: "I have only heard of carving wood for so many years. I didn't think about those who were only for carving wood. How could I be happy to find you for this matter?"

Sun Tongtong felt something was right about Uncle Zhou and nodded.

"I guess that since there are blood wood, the extremely rare spiritual treasure medicinal materials on this island, there may be some rare plants on this island, and it may even be that legendary treasure of heaven and earth."

Uncle Zhou sighed and said with a sigh, but when he came to see Sun Tongtong, he found stars in the little girl's eyes, as if he was thinking about tomorrow's idea.

"I just want to say that, I just think this island is not simple. You should not act alone tomorrow! Tongtong!" Uncle Zhou said with a serious expression at Sun Tongtong.

"Grandpa Tang, I know. Grandpa Tang doesn't have to worry about me being alone tomorrow. I want to go out and be with them. Is this okay?"

Sun Tongtong tilted her little head, feeling moved that a grandfather was worried about her. After saying a few words to make Uncle Zhou feel a little relieved, she began to plan her schedule for tomorrow. Guroni Island is so old, Sun Tongtong is still young and is full of strong curiosity about many things.

Uncle Zhou is a veteran. He could tell the meaning of the person at a glance. He learned that this little girl probably regarded his words as wind in her ears, so she simply picked up the blood wood and continued to carve it.

"Tongtong, go to bed early. Don't get up like a lazy person tomorrow!" Uncle Zhou said earnestly.

"Grandpa Tang, I'm going to make it happen. My red rabbit is going to be carved for me!" Sun Tongtong felt that the island was getting more and more interesting, and she thought she would have to go and have a good look tomorrow, hoping that there would be some new discoveries.

It was already late at night, the earth was sleeping, the night and the dark clouds intertwined, and the night was even thicker and there was a faint restless restlessness.

Xisuo's voice came suddenly, but it sounded extremely softly, just like the drizzle was stroking the earth.

If you listen carefully, you will find that it is the sound of a stream. If you look carefully, you will find that the plants are no longer as fragile and dull as before. But many people sleep very peacefully under this situation. After Sun Tongtong asked Uncle Zhou, she fell asleep in a deep sleep.

All the matter outside is changing, whether it is animals or plants, whether it is water flow, or ore, or even stones, at this moment, undergoing mysterious changes.

Uncle Zhou felt a little curious, put down the blood wood in his hand, and looked into the distance with his turbid eyes. He always had an illusion that he seemed to vaguely detect the changes around him, but the sky was too dark and he couldn't see clearly.

In the dark night, plants are undergoing transformation. They are breaking out of the ground inch by inch, growing upwards with vitality, and deforming from the inside to the outside.

Some plants are like water droplets, and they are condensing, and their whole body is like a blue gem, which is particularly conspicuous under the moonlight.

Some plants are like aerosols. They are transforming from solid to gaseous state, slowly changing from green to purple. Purple objects seem to contain a mysterious vitality.
Chapter completed!