In return, besides the friendship of the Mushroom Clan, you will also receive our most precious treasures!
"no problem."
Ye Bai accepted the task from the other party.
First, we need to find the lost members of the Mushroom Clan, who are scattered throughout the wasteland. We need to gather at least half of them before we can begin building the Mushroom Clan tribe.
"The mistress."
At Ye Bai's summons, the shadow of Cerberus appeared, looking at its master with wary eyes.
It's as if it's saying: What kind of despicable thing are you planning to do now?
“Let’s split up. You go here, and then there is this place.”
Ye Bai gave the Cerberus Shadow three coordinates, instructing it to gather all the Mushroom Clan members it encountered along the way.
Cerberus was momentarily stunned.
Three coordinates, three trips?
Is one dog being exploited like three?
Is this appropriate?
Soon, it truly understood what Ye Bai meant.
The shadow split into three, each head carrying a part of the shadow's body, and set off towards the target.
They truly split up and acted separately.
With the full assistance of Cerberus, the entire Mogu tribe was quickly gathered.
Next comes the construction of the tribal village!
The Eye of Insight can provide perfect design drawings.
The problem is that the Mushroom people are too short and lack strength.
Even with the design plan in front of him, Ye Bai still had to spend a lot of time just collecting the materials.
"Sigh, if only I could call some people to help."
Ye Bai tried to see if he could bring someone into the thirteenth floor from his private space.
"Who should I summon? If I summon the wrong one, I might die. I should be careful."
Ye Bai finally set his sights on one goal: Dracula.
Anyway, as a vampire, this guy can resurrect indefinitely. As long as Nightless City Castle exists, he will not die.
With great power comes great responsibility!
Ye Bai's mind stirred.
A richly dressed, elegant vampire, holding a wine glass in his left hand and a large chicken leg in his right, appeared before him, looking somewhat flustered.
"Owner?"
Dracula looked around in surprise. "Where am I?"
"It's a great place to work overtime!"
After succeeding, Ye Bai continued to summon.
Dwarves, miners, werewolves, vampires, and even lizardmen were all brought to the thirteenth floor by Ye Bai to help build the Mushroom Clan's tribe.
As the overseer, Dracula held a small leather whip, watching the vampires work while trying to get closer to Ye Bai.
When he learned the number of floors, his face turned pale.
"Thirteen floors? My esteemed master, that's not a good number!"
"Thirteen is an unlucky number, the birthplace of demons, the origin of all misfortune and disaster..."
As he spoke, Dracula's voice gradually softened.
The way he looked at Ye Bai was somewhat strange, and he muttered to himself,
"Why does the thirteenth floor sound like the home of Asuras...?"
A new notification popped up in front of Ye Bai's eyes:
[Dracula's inner monologue: Why does the thirteenth floor sound like Shura's hometown....]
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