[{"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-24":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},2351505,4600,"Chapter 24","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-24",24,"\u003Cp>While Lisa and Lan discussed the cost, Ang was walking toward the glowing moss field; he hadn’t returned there in a long time and didn’t know what condition it was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glowing moss field was actually not far from the Undying Temple in a straight line—perhaps separated only by a cliff wall—but to reach it, one had to pass through a winding, labyrinthine cave system, so Ang couldn’t just return at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he came back because if the crops were growing well, they should now be entering their second growth stage, and Ang needed to return to fertilize and water them; if they weren’t growing well, then… he’d pull the seeds and plant mushrooms instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombie followed behind Ang, and behind the little zombie trudged a tall, muscular ox-headed skeleton, hunched over like a tiny maid; a small depression had sunk into its cheek—this was probably why the ox-headed skeleton was so obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After turning left and right, Ang’s group returned to the glowing moss field; the situation there had not changed, because Phelin had declared the area a restricted zone, and no one could enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ang neared the moss field, he suddenly remembered something and glanced at the corner—he remembered there used to be a skeleton there, but now it was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the necromancer had selected a slender skeleton to bring here, but Phelin had instantly killed it with a Soul-Sucking Abyss, leaving behind only the skeleton, which was now missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either someone moved it away, or it had spontaneously generated a soul and run off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it hadn’t run off—it had dug a hole in the soil of the farmland and hidden inside; the moment Ang stepped into the dirt, it reached out and grabbed his foot, pulling him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But awkwardly, it couldn’t drag Ang, and instead pulled itself out of the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender skeleton sprang violently from the soil and punched straight at Ang’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang instinctively pushed both hands forward, sending the slender skeleton flying, crashing into the farmland and rolling over a long row of crops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!” Ang cried out; as a vegetable-growing skeleton, he couldn’t stand seeing crops destroyed, and in his panic, he let out an involuntary shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shout itself wasn’t a problem—but the little zombie misinterpreted it, darting off instantly and slamming hard into the slender skeleton just as it got up, knocking it flying again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender skeleton was extremely sturdy; the little zombie could snap an ox-headed skeleton’s shin with one charge, but couldn’t break its bones—only sent it flying deeper into the farmland, crushing another patch of healthy crops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang was truly panicked now; he let out another “Aaaah!” and ran into the field himself, lifting his foot to step down—but the crops made him instinctively pull back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, crops were planted in neat rows with gaps between them, so stepping between the rows caused no damage; but now, in the glowing moss field, the space between rows was filled with glowing moss—no matter where he stepped, something was there, nowhere to put his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his panic, inspiration struck: Ang used the Pollination Art to wrap his own feet, lifting himself entirely into the air, floating over the field; the Pollination Art was essentially wind element binding pollen—essentially a wind tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He floated above the little zombie and the slender skeleton, reached down, grabbed them like chicks, and hurled them out of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombie crashed hard onto a rock outside the farmland, but as a zombie, its hide was thick and tough, and it suffered no damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender skeleton, however, behaved nothing like a newly born skeleton: whether in its earlier punch at Ang’s cheek or now, it twisted its waist midair, flipped a perfect somersault, landed lightly on both feet, bent its knees to absorb the impact, rolled forward, and completely dissipated the force of Ang’s throw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sprang up unharmed and bolted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run? Ang was furious—damaged his crops and now wanted to flee?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s eye sockets blazed with blue light as a soul impact slammed into the slender skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul impact was the most basic skill of undead creatures, like an ox-man charging with its head—innate, instinctive, and the clearest measure of an undead’s soul strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang had already formed a Soul Heart, making him a Gold Skeleton; his bones simply hadn’t yet turned metallic. His soul, compared to this slender skeleton’s newly formed one, was the difference between an abyss and a puddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang didn’t even use full strength—the slender skeleton collapsed forward, dazed and disoriented, unable to rise for a long while; when it finally struggled up, it found itself bound with rope, tied together with the ox-headed skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang carefully examined the bound slender skeleton and found its combat desire was fierce; even bound, even though Ang’s soul was vastly stronger, it still struggled violently to attack, showing not the slightest sign of fear—far more reckless than the little zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After studying its bones further, Ang realized its flexibility came from its joints—its joint mobility far exceeded that of human bones; it was humanoid, but not human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of bones are these?” Ang asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was he asking? Of course, Negrilis—but Negrilis acted as if he hadn’t heard, offering no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t he hear? Ang tilted his head, remembering something: to ask Negrilis a question, he had to invoke his divine name; but lately, Negrilis had been constantly projecting onto Ang, making him accustomed to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Negrilis,” Ang called out the name of the God of Knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis knew he couldn’t hide anymore; he sighed and appeared, saying, “I don’t know. Who recognizes what creature a skeleton was in life? Besides, skeletons aren’t always complete—if parts are missing, it’s even harder to identify. Maybe this one had four arms in life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew many humanoid creatures, but who studied the differences among piles of bones? If Ang hadn’t compared, he’d have thought this was just a human skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four arms? Ang paused, flipped the slender skeleton over, and saw its deformed shoulder blades—indeed, they resembled joints for two additional arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, then took apart his own arm bones and tried fitting them onto the slender skeleton—no, they wouldn’t slot in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what kind of bones did these shoulder blades connect to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question lingered in Ang’s mind until he finished tending the glowing moss field, returned to the temple, and rummaged through the pile of bones Phelin had given him—finally finding two bones that fit perfectly into the shoulder blade sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two bones didn’t resemble arm bones—they resembled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More like wing bones—if covered in feathers, they’d form a pair of wings. 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