Chapter 12

The next day, Ang called upon the name of the god Negrilis, and the consciousness of the brass dragon was projected into his soul.

Ang recounted the strange connection he had with the small zombie and asked what the reason was.

As soon as he heard, Negrilis shouted, "Impossible, that's a soul bond, but the method you obtained it is it offering itself to you? A new lich, it offered its soul to you? What kind of joke is this? You're not a king."

Ang tilted his head, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't, so he just stood there in a daze.

"Hey, hey, hey, speak up, what do you mean by ignoring me?" Negrilis was angry.

Ang tilted his head again, confused, and said, "One question, tomorrow."

Negrilis almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "No, no, no, this isn't one question, I'm asking you, did it offer its soul fire to you? Voluntarily?" Negrilis asked urgently.

Ang nodded.

"But... but..." Negrilis didn't know what to say: "But you're not a king."

Ang looked at him blankly.

Negrilis was in a dilemma for a while, but decided it was better to explain clearly, otherwise he would be driven mad.

"You and the small... this is a lich, Cidol Chuk? The soul bond between you and Cidol is called a soul bond, between two undead beings. The superior and the subordinate have a soul bond, it cannot betray you, you can control everything about it, including its soul and thoughts, even destroy it."

"There are two situations for a soul bond, one is that its soul is granted by you, was its soul granted by you?" Negrilis asked.

Ang shook his head but asked an unrelated question: "Why is it called Cidol Chuk?"

Negrilis impatiently replied, "Can't you see? It's written on the collar."

"The other situation is that it offers a soul pact to you, did it offer a soul pact to you? Or do you even know what a soul pact is?" Negrilis sneered, not underestimating Ang and the small zombie, but with Ang's dazed look, what could he know? It would just make people angry.

Ang shook his head.

Negrilis shook his head and sighed, "Neither of the two situations apply, so there's only one other possibility, a soul network, but you're not a king."

Negrilis, puzzled, said, "You should look for an undead temple with remaining followers. If your soul can connect to it, then it's a real soul network."

After Negrilis left, Ang pulled the small zombie over, opened its clothes to check, and indeed saw a few words on the collar—Cidol Chuk.

When the human starved to death, the clothes on his body were neat, but after turning into a small zombie and running around everywhere, the parts that were prone to wear and tear were worn out, leaving only half of the clothes on the body.

The name on the clothes should be the name of the small zombie's body before it became a zombie.

Although the two are not the same soul, the small zombie is just an undead creature that emerged from this body, but it doesn't matter, it's just a name, at least better than "small zombie" and less likely to cause confusion.

When the small zombie saw Ang taking off its clothes, it thought Ang wanted them and quickly took them off and handed them to Ang. Only when Ang indicated he didn't want them did it put them back on. But this made the clothes even more tattered.

Thus, Ang occupied this area, cultivated the land, and placed broken stones in rows, then laid glowing moss on top.

This resilient moss, when left alone, can grow in every damp corner. Now, with someone creating a suitable growing environment, it naturally grew wildly, not only filling the ditches of the cultivated land but also covering the surrounding rock walls. When entering this area, one would see a field of fluorescence, bright as daylight.

With sufficient light, Ang sowed the seeds in the ridges between the two rows of glowing moss.

Ang may not know much about other things, but when it comes to planting, he has extensive experience, over a thousand years of planting experience, which allows him to quickly understand the properties of crops.

Moss needs moisture but cannot have standing water, so he laid broken stones at the bottom of the ditches. The crops cannot be too damp, so they must be planted on the ridges. Planting in rows with intervals ensures that each row of crops can receive light.

Yes, Ang planned to use the light from the glowing moss to illuminate the crops, whether it would work or not was still unknown.

During this time, Phyllin came again, exchanged ten soul crystals for forty-five bags of food, and then noticed the glowing moss field Ang had created, which immediately caught his attention.

In his mind, Ang is a guardian, who wouldn't do something useless. Can glowing moss be used like this?

The biggest problem in the underground city is the decreasing amount of arable land. To have sufficient lighting without being affected by the Wind of Rest, which is already very difficult, fertile soil is easier to obtain, just requiring more effort to dig.

If glowing moss can be used this way, the "sufficient lighting" condition can be removed, and the underground city has plenty of places to grow things.

A week later, all the seeds that were sown had sprouted.

...

In a dark corner of the underground city, the corpse of a necromancer lying on the ground had stiffened and developed livor mortis, which was actually abnormal. After a week, a normal corpse would have already rotted and been infested with maggots.

But he was a necromancer in life, with many methods to prevent decay. Just the erosion of the death aura alone was enough to delay the decay of the corpse.

Without warning, a red flame ignited on the corpse's head, and the corpse suddenly sat up, eyes opening to reveal a pair of black, pupil-less eyes.

On his forehead, a pair of demon-like curved horns twisted and grew, and a deep voice spoke, "Useless waste, even scavenging a corpse can be discovered, in the end, I, the noble Dimas, had to do it myself."

After the demon-like whisper, the curved horns retracted, the pupils returned to normal, and the livor mortis on the body disappeared completely, the skin regaining the color and elasticity of a living person.

After tidying up, the demon Dimas looked himself over, nodded in satisfaction, and quietly pushed open the door and left.

After a series of winding tunnels and stairs, Dimas emerged from a thick coffin, one of hundreds of similar stone coffins.

...

Phyllin, who had been keeping an eye on Ang's situation, naturally knew about the sprouting seeds. Despite already being in a difficult financial situation, he managed to gather another ten soul crystals, using the pretext of exchanging for food to come and personally inspect.

After seeing it, Phyllin was very excited. The glowing moss really could provide light for the crops, which was much better than their current method of using human power to provide magic power to magic lamps and then using the magic lamps to illuminate.

They didn't need all of it, just a little bit would save them a lot of manpower.

"Sir, can we use this method?" Phyllin asked hopefully.

Ang didn't understand his meaning and tilted his head to look at him.

This posture scared Phyllin again, and he quickly and painfully took out another soul crystal, "Please, sir, allow us to use the method you invented. We will pay you one soul crystal per month as a usage fee."

Now Ang understood. Using someone else's invention required a usage fee. Ang took the soul crystal and nodded.

One soul crystal was not a small amount. Each time, Ang followed the habit from the first transaction, absorbing half the energy of a soul crystal into his soul. The first time was unintentional, but the next two times became a routine, as one soul crystal could cover two transactions.

After putting away the soul crystal, Ang suddenly remembered the brass dragon's suggestion and asked Phyllin, "Is there an undead temple here?"

Phyllin, who had just relaxed, felt his heart leap to his throat again upon hearing this question.