As a result…

Shen Yanxiao’s hands that had just approached the longbow when a burning sensation immediately transmitted to her fingertips.

Shen Yanxiao immediately retracted her hand and narrowed her eyes at her burnt fingertips.

“…” What was going on?!

Shen Yanxiao was speechless.

She seemed to be unable to use the bow made by elves. As long as she touched it, she would immediately be injured by the pure energy of life on the bow.

Elves represented life, and undeads represented death. It was impossible for these two existences to coexist.

Shen Yanxiao felt like crying…

She was glad that she had a skill that she could use without magic or battle aura, but now she realized that the weapon needed for this skill was so arrogant that she was not allowed to touch it!!

Do you think you’re a chaste woman?!

Do you not recognize your master after she changed her appearance? Are you a dog? How dare you bite her!

Shen Yanxiao could no longer use the bows and arrows made by the elves. She did not want to turn her pair of hands into charcoal.

Helpless, Shen Yanxiao could only go to the weapon shop in Zelano City and choose a bow.

When Shen Yanxiao came to the only weapon shop in Zelano City, there were many low-level undead standing inside. They were browsing through the weapons in the shop.

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Shen Yanxiao silently snuck in.

She had only entered a weapon shop twice in her life. The first time was to buy a bow, and this time… it was to buy another bow!

Unlike the weapon shops in Black City, there were only a few oil lamps in this weapon shop. Shen Yanxiao even had to squint her eyes just to see the weapons placed on the black wood counter.

The first thing Shen Yanxiao saw was a skeleton arm wrapped in bandages. At the front end of the arm, the white bones of the palm were tightly clenched, and a gray crystal was embedded in the palm.

That was a… staff?

Shen Yanxiao took another look. Almost every weapon in the shop had something to do with bones.

Shen Yanxiao did not even want to touch those things.

“Do you have a pure wooden bow here?” Shen Yanxiao looked around but could not find a bow that she could use. With no choice, she could only force herself to walk to the counter and ask the shop assistant.

“Dear customer, what… do you want?” The undead apparently didn’t quite understand Shen Yanxiao’s request. He stared at Shen Yanxiao with his empty eyes with a slightly gaped mouth, just like a corpse that had breathed its last breath.

“A pure wooden bow.” Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath and warned herself to ignore the face that looked like something from a horror movie.

The shop assistant was dumbstruck when he heard Shen Yanxiao’s request.

The two low-level undeads who were shopping for weapons looked at Shen Yanxiao strangely.

“Hey, did you hear that? This idiot actually wants a wooden weapon.” One of the low-level undead poked his companion in amusement and looked at Shen Yanxiao with a mocking gaze.

“Is she really an idiot? She actually wants a wooden weapon. Who would use that kind of thing? Is it for children to play house?”

For undeads who were filled with death energy, wooden things could not be used for a long time. Even the branches that had been chopped off would quickly wither into fragile dead wood in the hands of an undead. The death energy of undeads would subconsciously devour all living beings they came into contact with.