"In fact, your fake incarnation mask is not something like that. It is not easy to make it as intact as before." Heinz laughed: "So I have to go to the exclusive founder mausoleum group of the Thieves Guild in the past dynasties to get some special tools to help you repair the things."

"Ah? The exclusive casting group?" Guan Heng heard it inexplicably: "Why don't you go early or late? Do you have to choose where to go now?"

"Uh, it's because you're by my side that I've added a little more confidence." Heinz thought so in his heart, and then spoke, "Stop asking about unnecessary things. Those tools are placed under the tombstone of the first founder master. I've wanted to get them back, but I don't have time."

"Follow me now!" Heinz said without hesitation, and asked Guan Heng to take back the flying winged poison dragon's metal cylinder, and pulled Guan Heng himself to the depths of the forest in the suburbs.

On the way, Heinz explained for a long time before Guan Heng figured out some details. It turned out that the Thieves Guild had exclusive castings inherited throughout the ages. The outstanding casting masters in the guild worked tirelessly to create various equipment for each member to use.

In order to commend famous craftsmen who made outstanding contributions among the exclusive founders of the guild, the first president Luta personally ordered the establishment of an exclusive casting master fund and a mausoleum group, which was very thorough in their lives and deaths.

The resting place for all the casting masters in the Thieves Guild after their death is the exclusive casting master cemetery located outside the suburbs of the town of Jiaxia, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery.

As these masters of casting rested in peace, as well as the various equipment and tools they used during their lifetime, Heinz wanted the set of tools left by the first master of casting Zaku.

"Since you want those things, why don't you go to the cemetery to get them back?" Guan Heng looked puzzled and glanced at Heinz: "You won't feel embarrassed or dare not go."

"Haha, that's it," Heinz scratched the back of his head and said with a wry smile: "Actually, there are groups of cute monsters living in the cemetery. Their nests are just near Master Zagu's tombstone. I, I can't drive away these monsters with force, so I want to ask you to help."

"Me?" Guan Heng pointed at the tip of his nose and asked Heinz: "Why did I take action?"

"You had such a wonderful fight with the Ghost-faced Warrior just now, and you can tell that you are very good at it." Heinz said: "Just drive away those monsters, don't hurt them."

When Guan Heng heard this, he suddenly realized something. He asked, "Old man, are the monsters you are talking about, those pink-nose baboons who like to attack passers-by?"

"Ah? So you've seen a baboon?" Heinz felt a little sad. He originally wanted to fool Guan Heng to deal with the baboon group, because members of the Thieves Guild could not attack the baboons. This was the rule set by the guild. Who knew that Guan Heng seemed to understand the difficulty of baboons. Judging from his appearance, he was not willing to go to the cemetery to cause trouble.

Sure enough, Guan Heng's face sank, and he said with a pause: "I won't go!"

"Let's not talk about other pink-nosed baboons, you also know how difficult the leader's fist tycoon is." Guan Heng frowned and said to Heinz: "It must be a problem for the splattered monkey, and he can't even get rid of it!"

"Hey, boy, please think about it again. If you get Master Zagu's tools and the cost of repairing the mask for me, I will only charge you half?" Henz, gritted his teeth and threw it to Guan Heng a big cake, just to ask Guan Heng to go to the cemetery to get Zagu's things back.

Guan Heng squinted Heinz's eyes and thought to himself: "It seems that those tools are really useful to this old thing. If I don't agree to him and repair the mask, Heinz will definitely push back and forth. Well, just go there."

"Anyway, I've beaten the boxing baboon last time, so I'm not afraid of asking for trouble for it again." Guan Heng thought of this and said to Heinz again: "You don't let you cheat on the repair fee, we'll just make the decision."

"Okay, okay, I am a good old man, and I will never fool you, a young boy." Heinz slapped his chest and said, "As long as you go to the cemetery to bring me Zagu's tools, I will definitely repair this fake incarnation mask until it is intact!"

"Oh." Guan Heng murmured in a low voice: "I feel a headache when I think of that boxing baboon. The degree of this guy's tenaciousness and tenacity are definitely above the level of yiliu'er."

The old man Heinz didn't dare to walk over even thousands of meters in front of the tomb group. It seemed that he had suffered a lot from eating the baboons. He shouted behind Guan Heng: "Remember the shape of the tombstone of Master Zagu that I described to you, take the tools and come back quickly. Also, don't hurt those baboons."

"Old guy, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Guan Heng was increasingly regretful at this time. He turned around and shouted, "If you talk nonsense, you can go by yourself."

"Hmm?! I ran away so quickly." Guan Heng was covered in black lines, and he kept cursing: "Old Heinz, you are simply despicable. If I didn't need you to repair your mask, I would have helped you get some shit tools."

"Uh, I've been walking into the tomb group for a long time, why didn't I even see a baboon?" Guan Heng stood in the middle of the tombstones at this time and murmured to himself: "And these stone tablets are similar, there are at least a few hundred. How to find them?"

"Jijiji" Just when Guan Heng felt a little embarrassed, two black shadows suddenly rushed past the distance, screaming and running towards the group of stone tablets in the northwest direction.

Guan Heng had excellent eyesight. He immediately discovered that these were two pink-nosed baboons, which were the good guides who led the way. When Guan Heng thought of this, he bent down and quietly followed the two running baboons.

Within half a minute, Guan Heng, who was quietly following the baboon, turned left and right, and followed them to the front of the tombstone at Yi.

"Is this here?" Guan Heng hid behind a nearby stone tablet and saw more than a dozen strong baboons squatting in front of him. The most conspicuous one was a tall guy with dirty animal skin around his lower body, which was the fist baboon.

At this moment, the fist baboon was punching the tombstone about three meters high in front of him, "Dongdongdongdong, bangdonghonghong!" Although it punched hard, the inconspicuous gray-white tombstone remained motionless, and even the dust did not fall down!

"Strange, I know the strength of the boxing tycoon baboon." Guan Heng quietly observed behind the stone tablet. He thought to himself: "When I fought with it, he had at least a few hundred kilograms of strength every time he used his fist. Now it is useless to hit this tombstone?!"

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