Zhu Hongyu tilted her head but soon gave up thinking. Why think so much? These things were not her business.
As long as they have no ill will towards themselves, that's fine.
Meng Yi quickly counted the harvest this time, three new corpses, the same old rules, to make a big bomb!
In the end, he could only control two of them, probably because the ninth-level corpse manipulation technique had an upper limit. He let Cen Qiyun control the remaining one.
There were seven or eight magic props made with ritual magic. No one could tell their specific effects, so they could only be stuffed into the package first and identified later.
The same goes for a dozen bottles of medicine.
In addition to the ring on Xu Qingsong's hand, there is also an extraordinary martial art.
There were ten scimitars in the set, which were taken from the body of the eighth-level flesh-weaver.
Meng Yi raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Hongyu, "Is there anything you want?"
The other party hesitated and took the set of scalpels.
"Give this to me first. I've used all my harvested funds to raise these little cuties, so I don't have any extra money to buy extraordinary weapons..."
Apparently, he felt that the war items he took away were relatively valuable, so Zhu Hongyu added:
"For the next harvest, I will make appropriate concessions."
Meng Yi thought to himself, you can kill the most people...
He packed up the remaining things. With three corpses, he didn't need to throw away any packages. These were all money!
There were three corpse puppets. One was beheaded by Xu Qingsong and was considered brainless. The other two looked aggrieved and were considered unhappy, number one and number two.
The few of them took a short rest, while Meng Yi's mind wandered. He was wondering if he could catch more Weavers.
"Oh, right." He came to his senses and pointed to the low snow-capped mountain. "Are you interested in going up there and taking a look?"
Then everyone is naturally interested. If there are special aliens on the snow mountain, the value of the materials harvested will be incomparable to that of ordinary aliens.
As a result, when they reached the foot of the mountain, they could not hide their disappointment.
This is not a snowy mountain.
It looks white from a distance because the hill is covered with a layer of crystal clear white fine sand.
Meng Yi asked Wutou to drop the package and try to climb the mountain. However, the fine sand was not very thick, covering the surface of the mountain, about two fingers deep.
He raised his hand and blew up a gust of wind, clearing a piece of open space. Under the fine sand was normal land.
"Let's go up and take a look?"
"Let's go, we're already here..."
Hearing this, Meng Yi couldn't help but laugh, and then instructed:
"Let's spread out and not gather too close."
He looked at Zhu Hongyu again, "Didn't you say your little cuties are excellent scouts? Can they perform well in this terrain?"
If it weren't for this, he wouldn't team up with the other party.
Zhu Hongyu nodded, and three black scorpions, each half the size of a palm, crawled down from his trouser legs and nimbly burrowed into the fine sand.
This made Xu Qingsong unable to help but step back and try to stay away from this woman.
Zhu Hongyu pursed her lips and said, "They are good at moving under the sand. They can easily sense many movements that we cannot perceive."
She sighed slightly, "It's just that I just advanced and haven't cultivated much."
Meng Yi said thoughtfully, "You need extraordinary materials of flesh and blood to cultivate these... little cuties?"
"Not entirely. Extraordinary materials are only a little bit bigger. They need to be supplemented with other things. For example, my little cutie eats meat."
Zhu Hongyu chuckled and said, "Some bugs eat grass...
Regardless of the type, you need to use extraordinary materials to mix the feed, otherwise the little cuties will be very weak and prone to abnormalities."
Then she sensed it a little and said, "Let's go, they said they are fine."
Xu Qingsong was surprised. "They talked? Can you hear them?"
"It's not hearing, it's feeling." Zhu Hongyu tapped her heart. "It can be considered as telepathy."
Xu Qingsong looked at the other party's ferocious spider-like right hand, swallowed his saliva, and nodded with difficulty.
As for Cen Qiyun and Meng Yi, they were no longer surprised. They let the two corpse puppets lead the way.
Carrying a bunch of packages, they were not happy that No. 2 was following them. There was nothing they could do about it, since No. 2 was a flesh and blood person in his lifetime, and was strong and powerful.
In the fine white sand, there are three small ridges, climbing rapidly towards the top of the mountain.
Meng Yi and his companions scattered and remained cautious.
Zhu Hongyu seemed very relaxed, "Don't worry, my little cutie is absolutely reliable!"
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