Undead Farm

Chapter 73 The Milk Fountain
"Raise... a cat?"

Well, when it comes to this matter, it's hard for Weng Ling to say anything more.

And the group of goblins in the middle of the night should also be fed something, otherwise they don't know how long they can live if they drink that strange green water every day.

"Then... you just need to be careful, and don't have an accident like this."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have nothing else but a sense of propriety!"

With a wave of his hand, Ye Sangen tied the mouse cage to the cart.

"Then we should leave now, right?" Weng Ling looked at the fire in the house and said worriedly.

Ye San gave her a blank look: "What's the hurry, I have to touch a dead body."

Of course, the so-called touching the corpse does not mean touching the pile of minced meat that has been chewed into pieces by the demon rats. The target of the third watch at night is the last room, which is where Lao Jiang and the others sleep.

Sure enough, after rummaging in that room for a while, he really managed to find a solid wooden box. When he opened it, the silver coins splashed across his face in an instant.

It seems that Lao Jiang's business is quite profitable, but it's not too much. The total is only about fifty gold coins.

Of course, this is for midnight. For a commoner, this fifty gold is enough for him to live a very good life.

"You...isn't that good?" Weng Ling didn't have the nerve to say the word "robber".

Ye San Geng put the cash box on the cart with a bang, shrugged: "These things are useless when people die, and it's better to make us cheaper than the latecomers, right?"

Weng Ling stared and thought for a long time, and it seemed to make sense.

"But now I really have to run quickly, come here, you push the cart and I cover."

Ye Sangen pointed to the direction of Baiyan Village in the distance, and saw a thin fire dragon moving towards this side. It should be that the people there discovered the fire here and came to put out the fire.

"Ah! Good, good."

Weng Ling quickly responded, if she was caught, she would probably want to die.

However, when passing by Lao Jiang's body, Ye Sangeng stopped for a while, only to find that there was only a pile of blood left on the spot, which just saved him from destroying the evidence.

In this way, the two of them were like elopement couples, pushing a seriously overloaded cart, creaking and galloping on the dark muddy path, and they had to go back to pick it up from time to time in the middle of the night because of the bumps. Small things like pots and pans...

Finally, they finally made it back to the farm in the middle of the night.

"What did you two do? Why are you panting so hard?"

Bede looked at Midnight and Weng Ling with suspicion, and asked strangely.

"Hurry up and unload the car, and then go to sleep!" Ye San looked at the sky, a little anxious.

They actually didn't spend much time in Lao Jiang's bacon workshop, but they waited until late at night to take action. In the end, if they hadn't run all the way, they really wouldn't have been able to get back before dawn.

It's just that when he came back, he saw Bede leading Old Gu to fiddle around in front of the black bull at first glance, and he immediately became furious.

Could his ten-point soul be anything other than money?The prodigal old succubus!
"What's fierce, you know!"

Bede pouted, grabbed the quilt from Ye Sangeng and was about to leave, but Ye Sangeng pointed at the cow in horror and asked in a trembling voice:
"Wait, what, what is this?!"

I saw the black cow turned upside down like a balloon, staring blankly at the sky with its bulging eyes, and on its belly, four heads of water faucets continuously shot milk towards the sky like a bursting gate. It looks like a fountain...

"Milk fountain!" Bede said those four words with a matter-of-fact expression.

"Niu... gushing... fountain?" Ye Sangen's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly turned to look at the cat cage as if he suddenly remembered something.

Fortunately, the white cat was still there, its eyes shining green, and another cat milk fountain did not appear.

"Stop it first, and explain it to me later in the day." He stroked his forehead, Ye Sangeng said melancholy.

"Oh."

Bede curled his lips, took off his gloves and stroked his white palm on the nose of the bull, only to see a light white smoke drifting into the nose of the bull, and then the four fountains stopped slowly.

"Hiss! Master Druid of the wild type!"

Weng Ling covered his mouth in surprise and looked at Bede.

This ability to control the body of animals has only two professions on the Holy Stone Continent, one is the shaman of the orc race, and the other is the druid!

Unexpectedly, Lao Gu would pass on his skills to his granddaughter, but it seems that one specialized in plants and the other specialized in animals.

Sure enough, he is the most balanced druid!

Ye Sangeng covered his forehead, and hurriedly urged Bei De: "Why are you still standing there, take your grandfather back to lie down, and come out in two hours!"

After saying that, he also hugged the quilt and got into the morgue cabin, while Weng Ling stayed there and scratched his head, and then followed in.

"hiss!"

"Okay, I know it's cold, if you have nothing to do, please close the door when you go out."

In the middle of the night, the quilt was spread out, and after thinking about it, he picked it up again and wrapped it directly around his body.

The short and narrow wooden bed was not comfortable to lie on, and it didn't match his tall and straight figure at all, and it would be effective as long as he stayed in the room anyway, so he planned to sit for two hours and forget it.

Weng Ling hugged his arms and fought with his teeth, watching Bede also wrapped up the quilt in the same way, and then sat across from the middle of the night and rolled his eyes, while the two young men, Lao Gu and Dongchen Xijiu, were dry. Crowded in the corner of the room motionless.

"He, they, forgot to buy their quilt?"

"I haven't forgotten, they don't need cold resistance." Ye Sangen shrugged.

"Then you, what are you doing?" Weng Ling asked strangely.

She is not surprised that this room is so cold, after all, Gu Gu's ability is completely unpredictable, maybe it is the same principle as the wooden house that has been solidified with the great afforestation technique.

But why is it that this good living person has to be locked up in this igloo if he doesn't go to sleep?New popular game?
"Cultivation!" Ye Sangeng raised his eyebrows and said solemnly.

"We are cultivating our own will and body. When we can even endure this kind of cold, what difficulties are there in this world that we cannot overcome?"

"Hiss... I don't understand, but it seems to make sense." Weng Ling clucked and blinked.

"Hey, why don't you go back to sleep?" At midnight, he realized that Weng Ling had no intention of leaving.

"I, I also want to practice. But I've just started. Can I get under Bede's quilt first?" Weng Ling said through gritted teeth.

It can be seen from what happened tonight that no matter how strong her fighting power is, it will be useless. If she is not determined at the critical moment, she will be worse than even three times a night!

Now that she has seen their cultivation method in the middle of the night, how can she go back to sleep with peace of mind at this moment? !
"Uh……"

Ye Sangeng opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Weng Ling, who has a weird brain circuit, really stumped him...

　Thanks to Zai Zai Zai of Chicheng Lanche for the tip, and thanks to Xiao Ziyi for the tip.In addition, PY recommends a book called "Realistic Demon-Sealing Game", which is a light-hearted story about real-life demon-sealing masters and various monsters. If you like it, you can check it out.

　　
　
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