Undead Farm

Chapter 9 Blessing of Healing
After slaughtering this small goblin camp, the soul energy of the night shift reached 29 o'clock, which was enough for him to survive two days safely, but what surprised him even more was that there were still some things he urgently needed in this camp. s things.

wood!

Behind a tent, there was a large pile of logs, roughly counting, there were more than 50 logs!

"Well, corpses, logs and gold coins, that's all the conditions for the Corpse Smelly Farm."

Ye Sanggeng nodded. He had originally planned to roll up his sleeves and chop it off himself, but now it seemed that he could save a lot of trouble.

But how to transport these goblin corpses and logs back to the mass grave became a problem.

According to the first goblin who died in his hands, the mass grave is rarely visited by people, which is very suitable as his secret base, but these corpses will be easily taken away by wild animals if they are not transported in time. Too heavy, and it's obviously too inefficient to rely on him and an old bone with osteoporosis.

Moreover, he was still injured.

Pull out the machete inlaid on the left shoulder, and then apply it with a lump of black medicine dregs found in the goblin camp. This thing really deserves to be identified as [inferior ointment] by the system. It stinks. A little bit, but still useful.

Besides, there was no blood in his body, so as long as he didn't move too much, the wound should heal quickly.

After thinking about it for a while, he ran back to the mass grave in the middle of the night and recruited two skeletons again.

Goblin corpses are too fresh, so they can only summon zombies that require two points of soul energy. Besides, goblins are too short to be as effective as human corpses. Moreover, skeletons are cheap, and can be recruited with only one point of soul energy. one.

How to choose, naturally don't hesitate.

It's a pity that it seems to have been buried for too long. The two skeletons are worse than old bones. One is missing the left hand and the other is missing the right hand, but they are barely usable.

"When recruiting skeletons in the future, you must dig them out first to see what they are."

Seeing the two skeletons carrying the corpse onto the cart with difficulty and determination, Ye San couldn't help thinking.

After spending a morning killing a goblin camp and spending an afternoon moving the loot back to the mass grave, I breathed a sigh of relief in the middle of the night and opened the construction interface.

"Corpse smelly farm, construction!"

I chose a fairly flat place next to the mass grave, and said silently after throwing the required materials there in the middle of the night.

However, nothing happened.

Midnight: ...

After scratching his scalp and tossing back and forth several times, Ye Sangeng figured out the trick.

"This system is so realistic."

Watching the old bone bury the corpse in the hoeed land, and the two disabled skeletons sawing the board with the saw that they picked up, the corners of Ye Sangen's eyes twitched.

This is really a neat construction, he thought it was a complete building rising from the ground with a whoosh or falling from the sky with a bang.

However, the system did not go too far. If how to build it still needs to command the skeleton in the middle of the night, then he will go to sleep and treat the building page as if it does not exist for the rest of his life.

After the three skeletons conscripted as laborers were assigned construction tasks, they miraculously turned into skilled craftsmen, and knocked out a wooden house for him pound by pound.

Well, there is also the 25*25 meter farmland in front of the wooden house. To put it roughly, it should be about the same size as a basketball court.

"so small."

Ye Sangeng pouted.

The corpses and wood are fine, but 100 gold coins is really distressing. If one gold coin is used sparingly, it is enough for a commoner to survive for a month!

Uh, it doesn't seem convincing either.

Anyway, Ye San felt that the dilapidated wooden house in front of him was not worth 100 gold coins at all.

However, once the capital is built, how to give full play to its role is the top priority.

"Since it's a farm, should I plant something?"

After inspecting the three skeletons to make sure they didn't keep the gold coins privately, but actually used them up, Ye San rubbed his temples more distressedly,

He has no seeds.

Unless, go and move the corpses stuffed with silver leaf grass here?
Just as he was hesitating, a slight sound of bells suddenly came from a distance. Ye Sangen turned his head and saw Weng Ling tiptoeing not far behind him.

"These thick hands and feet, so obvious that the bell can't be seen!"

After failing to sneak, Weng Ling stood up angrily and coughed dryly.

"Well... how was your day?"

"It's not bad, very fulfilling." Ye Sangen patted his buttocks and stood up.

"It's only been a day, why are you here?"

Weng Ling gave him a blank look: "Why, can I see if my ranger has been hacked to death by goblins?"

After finishing speaking, she suddenly twitched her nose and looked at Ye Sangeng's shoulder.

"You are hurt?"

"Ah."

Ye Sangen nodded, and then extended his palm to Weng Ling.

Weng Ling:? ? ?
"What do you mean?"

"Look, I'm injured so badly. Don't you have a pension?"

"Your size is compensated! That's for the dead, it's called work-related compensation!" Weng Ling's eyebrows trembled.

"Oh, it's good if you have it. Remember it for me first, and get it together when you get paid."

But Weng Ling didn't listen to his nonsense, but leaned over, and stretched out his hand to peel off his leather armor.

"Huh? You..."

"Don't move! Let me see your wound."

In fact, Ye Sangeng couldn't move even if he wanted to. Weng Ling's strength was as strong as a titan, and he tore his shirt to the ground very quickly.

"Hiss! Such a serious injury? What did you do?!"

Ignoring Ye San Geng with a sad face, Weng Ling spread his right palm, and a faint golden light lingered on her hand. Seeing this scene, Ye San Geng's soul was almost scared away.

Blessings of healing!

Weng Ling turned out to be a priest!
"Stop, my injury is not that serious! Really, I don't want the pension either!" Ye Sangen struggled.

Then Weng Ling just glanced at him: "Such a big man, he is not afraid of injections! Don't worry, I will take it easy."

After all, the palm of my hand was about to press down on Ye Sangeng's shoulder.

If she succeeds in this, even a fool will know that he is an undead.

Has anyone ever heard of the sizzle of the Holy Light?
At the critical moment, Ye Sangen rolled his eyes, turned his head to one side and shouted:

"Hey, that who... Hurry up and meet the lord!"

Sure enough, Weng Ling was startled by his shout, and quickly let go of him and stood up.

In order to restrain the twitching midnight, she was almost half-riding on him, plus the torn clothes on the ground, what would people think?
What happened to the female lord and the ranger?
Then she saw an old man running over with two young men carrying logs. She had seen the old man before, but she didn't have any impression of the two young men with one arm missing.

"Old Gu, you have already seen it. These are my two new servants, Dongchen and Xijiu."

(End of this chapter)