[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-175":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351656,4600,"Chapter 175: Where Did This Dead Child Come From?","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>“Here are twenty vouchers for the desert-style bathhouse, twenty vouchers for the premium all-in-one package at the Dark Elf Tavern, oh, and two vouchers for the Pure Complexion Skin Treatment—if you have female companions, they should try it, it’s legitimate.” Chairman Kaiqi wore an expression everyone understood, leaving the two utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after leaving the Mercenary Guild, Negril kept muttering: “An all-in-one package? What’s an ‘all-in-one’ package? What did they do to our dragons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He darted through alleyways and side streets, pausing briefly by a wall before Luo Ge emerged: “No trackers—just one ordinary human, muttering ‘Mercenary King, Mercenary King’ over and over. I cut his belt, and he didn’t dare follow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange nodded; his soul armor receded like a tide, and as he donned a straw hat, he transformed into the appearance of an ordinary human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go check out this Pure Complexion Skin Treatment place—I suspect this is the business Silver Coin mentioned. He reported it to us before,” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head, recalling it vaguely—Silver Coin’s faith energy had been sporadic, but whenever it appeared, it was intense, like some ritual was underway. According to Silver Coin, it was because of this Pure Complexion Skin Treatment place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After asking passersby and finally locating the so-called Pure Complexion Skin Treatment place, they realized they couldn’t enter—even with companions, only women were admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, at this point, only the one female among them could act. They found a secluded spot, and Ange pulled out the little angel. As he yanked her out, she struggled; the moment her feet touched the ground, she lunged for a hammer, punching it repeatedly with her radiant fists, producing a rhythmic “thud-thud-thud” and screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel had brought out the Earth Holy Hammer—but the screaming? Ange quickly shoved them all back inside and retracted his awareness to take a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Palace of Rest, the little zombie and the little angel were tormenting the Earth Holy Hammer. The little zombie pinned the handle while the little angel pummeled it with her holy fists. Unsatisfied, she clasped her hands together and slammed down with full force, making the ground rumble. The Earth Holy Hammer shrieked in agony: “Hot hot hot hot hot…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange swiftly stopped the two, lifted the Earth Holy Hammer—yes, lifted it. The hammer that had required immense effort to budge outside now felt weightless, as if stripped of its power, easily raised like an ordinary hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril’s Copper Book edged closer, astonished: “Huh? A demon spirit? There’s a demon spirit inside—this hammer has become sentient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought emerged from within the Earth Holy Hammer: “Aren’t you a demon spirit too? Did your yellow book become sentient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You’ve got sass? Ange, give it back to the little angel,” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange didn’t comply. Instead, he turned to the little angel and said: “Aow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow!” The little angel pointed at the Earth Holy Hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you hit it?” Ange turned to the Earth Holy Hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Earth Holy Hammer realized Ange was the one who held the rules. To avoid being returned to the little angel, it confessed: “She had no Black Mountain bloodline. I thought she stole me, so I shocked her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head: “Not stolen. Taken. You’re ours now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not stolen. Taken…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Earth Holy Hammer trembled, as if trying to break free. Ange clenched his fist tightly; holy light erupted in blinding flashes across his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Earth Holy Hammer screamed in a rapid succession: “Hot hot hot hot hot hot~~~ The Earth Holy Hammer pledges allegiance to my master! Hot hot hot hot hot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s holy light had flared too fast; even after pledging allegiance, it was burned multiple times, leaving it barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Earth Holy Hammer finally recovered, Negril leaned in sympathetically: “Surrendering was wise. Too slow, and you’d have been erased.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Earth Holy Hammer’s tone was utterly resigned: “Are people today really this brutal? Even giving me a chance to surrender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril said: “Huh? You sound familiar. Can you farm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Farm? I’m the Earth Holy Hammer. You ask me to farm? Are you insulting me?” The Earth Holy Hammer’s tone turned angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you can’t, eh? Then no chance for surrender,” Negril said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can!” the Earth Holy Hammer replied firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can till the soil. Rocks I strike turn to soil—excellent drainage, perfect for planting. When the Black Mountain Principality was first founded, the land was all rock. I hammered and pounded, hammer after hammer, until I turned ten thousand acres into fertile fields,” the Earth Holy Hammer growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. You’re saved. Here, demon spirits who can’t farm have no value.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you farm? You’re a yellow book—how do you farm?” the Earth Holy Hammer asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll teach you to farm,” Negril replied with a grim tone: “Give it to the little angel. Let her use it to till the soil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange placed the hammer on the ground. The little angel walked over, picked it up effortlessly, held it up to eye level for a moment, then punched it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Earth Holy Hammer shrieked: “I didn’t even say anything—why are you still hitting me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They temporarily set the Earth Holy Hammer aside. The little angel was pulled out, handed the voucher, and scampered to the entrance of the Pure Complexion Skin Treatment place, holding the voucher high above her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Little girl, where did you get this voucher? Where are your guardians?” the receptionist girl asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow!” The little angel bounced excitedly, shoving the voucher toward the girl’s face—Ange had told her to hand it to a human and enter, but not to hit anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the voucher nearly smacked her face, the receptionist girl reluctantly took it. Before she could speak, the little angel had already dashed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a garden-style building. Inside the entrance lay a courtyard with ponds, trees, flowers, birds, and fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the shaded corners, reclining chairs were set up. Clearly noblewomen, dressed in light attire, lounged or lay about, chatting and laughing. Some displayed their ample curves, others gestured to their slender figures, some showed off their pale skin—a scene of hidden rivalry and simmering tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril suddenly understood: “Ah, so that’s why they only admit women. So thin—ugly. Human bellies are too small, compressing organs and making them sag. They can’t store heat either. Our dragon forms are far superior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Ange and Negril’s awareness were projected onto the little angel. As she trotted forward, they saw a sea of pale legs. Several women, spotting the little angel’s fair, delicate form, couldn’t help gathering around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So adorable, little girl—you look like an angel! Come here, let Auntie hug you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel’s fists itched to punch them, but Ange had warned her beforehand—no hitting. Otherwise, trouble would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a sharp slap rang out. A girl in uniform clutched her cheek, tears in her eyes, running out from a nearby room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged woman chased after her, hands on her hips, shouting: “Do you know who I am? You claim to be Pure Complexion Skin Treatment? Listen up—if you don’t remove these spots from my face today, I’ll smash your sign!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the little angel ran past the woman. Whether from anger or disdain for the little angel’s pale, soft appearance, the middle-aged woman kicked out, cursing: “Where did this dead child come from? Get lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril instinctively grabbed Ange: “Don’t act rashly—she can’t hurt the little angel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: More at midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>",1253,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e2440c659a3f606adc087e280d9c6b935147ee623b64f699b00a262d0e3ee55b","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-176","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-174",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]