Chapter 883

Ang couldn't sense the small ghost now. Unless his consciousness retreated to his main body, but retreating to his main body, he might not be able to come over. Even if he wanted to use the spatial slingshot to shoot again, it would take a very long time, and it wasn't certain he could return to this body.

So, Ang decided to go to the so-called Feilie Royal Observatory and use the star-gazing mirror to see if the small ghost had followed him over.

"You, stay here, plant trees," Ang said to Wrench.

"Ah? Don't, I also want to go. And I don't know how to plant trees. I will plant the trees to death," Wrench felt like he heard a bolt from the blue. Ang actually wanted to throw him here alone?

"I teach you, follow, just do it." Ang spread out a piece of paper, on which 675 planting methods were densely written, making Wrench dizzy just looking at it.

"Too hard, too hard. I haven't been good at studying since I was a child. Seeing so many words makes me dizzy. You'd better leave it to the constructs, otherwise, planting them to death won't be good," Wrench waved his hands repeatedly and said.

Naji next to him let out a sneer and hurriedly said: "I'll do it, I'll do it. Teach me, I'll learn, I'll learn. I like planting trees the most."

Ang shook his head: "You, lead the way."

Naji had to lead the way, otherwise, Ang and the monarch wouldn't be able to enter human society at all. They were now one a construct, one a skeleton. Although they could hide in the logging construct, it was very inconvenient to travel without someone leading.

"Then I'll find two people over, dead people, undead creatures, can offer soul contracts," Naji said.

Determining that Naji was talking about liches, Ang nodded.

However, just as Naji left to prepare to pick people over, Wrench found him and asked quietly: "What were you laughing at just now? What are the benefits of planting trees?"

Naji rolled his eyes with an expression of "you're stupid" and said: "Do you know what the paper the boss just gave you is?"

Wrench shook his head, puzzled: "Isn't it the steps to plant trees?"

Naji smiled again: "I'll translate for you. The things written on that paper are called 'Chaos Stone Planting Secret Technique.' Now no one in the entire Empire can plant chaos trees alive. The boss planted them alive and even planted chaos stones. Now he wants to teach you this secret technique, but you say you don't want to learn?"

"Do you know how much a living chaos tree sells for outside now? 10 million magic crystals. But compared to the chaos stone planting secret method, tree seeds are a fart. Such a good opportunity, you actually refuse?" Naji rolled his eyes straight.

As a merchant, Naji originally shouldn't have expressed his emotions so directly, but Wrench's approach was too magical. It was like someone stuffing money into his pocket, but he threw away the clothes and the pocket together. Stupid.

"But, without this secret method, we also planted chaos stones here before," Wrench said stammeringly.

"Pfft—you call that planting trees? You are just managing planting constructs. You don't know where the tree seeds come from, what the habits of chaos trees are, what the ingredients of the fertilizer are. The planting constructs are better at planting than you," Naji sneered.

Naji left and returned at the fastest speed. The two female liches he brought back were timid, looking thin and small, their eyes full of panic, following closely behind Naji, step by step.

Arriving at the warehouse, just happened to see Wrench hugging Ang's thigh and howling: "Boss, I know I was wrong. Give me another chance. I will learn seriously. I am willing to plant trees. From today on, I won't be called Wrench, I'll be called Hoe."

Seeing Naji return, the monarch who was watching the show picked up Hoe and threw him out, turned to look at the two female liches, and asked: "Are they willing to plant trees here? It's very boring. Can they stand it?"

"Of course, the place they hid before was even more boring than here. At least they can see the sun here," Naji said hurriedly, pushing them while speaking.

The two female liches looked at each other timidly and gathered their courage to say: "We... we are willing to plant trees."

"Then alright, offer your souls. Recite the sacrificial words above." The monarch flicked twice, and two soul fire sparks floated in front of the two female liches. Some information in the soul fire sparks was transmitted to their hearts.

Undead creatures who didn't even know what a soul oath was, offering souls needed to be taught hand by hand. Of course, the monarch could also forcibly engrave it, but that would be too rough.

After offering their souls, the monarch waved his hands to let them go down, only then asking Naji: "What's the situation? What is your relationship with them?"

Naji said: "My ancestor grandmother is also an undead creature. After undead creatures were persecuted, she took in many liches and ghosts. However, ancestor grandmother didn't know how to settle them. Settling them for a while, but not forever, so she encouraged everyone to find their own way. I went back and said there was an undead powerhouse who wanted to take in subjects, asking who wanted to come, and these two came."

It was indeed a very realistic problem. If you didn't have strength, taking in a large number of undead creatures was a very troublesome thing, because it meant you had to protect them forever. After all, undead creatures wouldn't die.

But eternal protection wasn't that easy. Raising a big cat needed to feed some elf beans from time to time. Not to mention a pile of mentally sound liches and ghosts, it was easy to go crazy if locked up all day.

The monarch established a world dominated by undead creatures, letting everyone find their own fun, not killing people or enslaving people randomly, and he wouldn't care.

But the undead creatures here were being persecuted, hiding east and hiding west. One or two years was fine, but thinking that this kind of day was likely forever, not many people could stand it.

Naji's ancestor grandmother clearly couldn't solve this kind of problem and could only encourage everyone to find their own way.

Of course, this was a kind method. If it wasn't kind, there were many ways to solve it.

"Your grandmother is a good person." The monarch nodded, recognizing Naji's ancestor grandmother—the recognition from the King of all undead in the void.

Wrench finally relied on hugging the thigh to get Ang's consent, allowing him to stay and plant trees. After arranging everything, Ang cut a bundle of chaos tree branches, preparing to carry them on his body, and try grafting when there was a suitable place.

"If there was space, it would be great." Carrying a bundle of branches, Ang couldn't help but miss his dimensional space. If it really didn't work, the Palace of Rest would also be fine. He could reach in and plant things. If that didn't work, a space bag would also be fine, so he wouldn't have to carry the branches.

Naji heard Ang's muttering and misunderstood, saying: "Boss wants a space accessory? Then let's go to a big city to see. If we are lucky, we might be able to run into space accessories for sale. A space accessory of five cubic meters can be bought for 1,000 magic crystals."

Five cubic meters? Ang reached out and gestured. It wasn't as big as the pit he dug for raising bugs in the Palace of Rest back then.

After preparation, the monarch and Naji drilled into the logging construct. Ang put on a cloak, opened a teleportation gate, first teleported to Fenfeng Town, then jumped to the Feilie Wang Cheng.

You couldn't teleport directly to the Wang Cheng in the wild. You could only teleport to the Wang Cheng after teleporting to a teleportation gate that was legally registered within the Feilie Empire. Otherwise, it counted as a black teleport.

This kind of black teleport behavior, just like black flying without permission in the Wang Cheng, was illegal and severely cracked down on. Who knew if a large army of enemies would rush out when your teleportation gate opened.

Didn't expect that as soon as the three of them stepped out of the teleportation gate, they immediately heard a surprised voice: "Eh, logging construct? Two? Great, you two who drive logging constructs, your constructs are requisitioned."