Chapter 9 My friend, it smells so good!
The red mist still shrouded the area, but at this distance it had little effect, and the little zombie immediately spotted the morning glories that were slowly blooming.
Like a wound-up toy, the black bud tip, supported by the snow-white calyx, slowly unfurls, and when the entire dark red petal fully opens, it resembles the swirling skirt of a dancer.
Just a few hours ago, these morning glories were still growing and didn't even have flower buds yet, but now they're already ripe.
Moreover, the color of the flowers has changed.
If the morning glories of the last round were a vibrant red, this time they look as if they're covered in a layer of almost dried blood, giving the entire plant a strange and alluring charm.
The system, summoned by the announcement, was completely stunned: [I wouldn't be surprised if this thing suddenly popped out of the ground and started running around one day.]
This flower is really too strange. It was perfectly normal before it bloomed, but it seemed to suddenly mutate the moment it opened.
After the system upgrade, its functionality has been greatly improved. It has already made a rough deduction about these strange situations. If it hadn't been called over by the broadcast, it might already have a definite result.
It sighed quietly, then roused itself to remind the little zombie: [Host, it's time to reap the rewards.]
The system's buffs give farmland the ability to allow plants to grow healthily, but in return, these farmlands do not have the "preservation" function of normal soil. If mature crops are left in the soil, they will rot quickly.
Therefore, these blooming morning glories need to be dug out as soon as possible.
Having already harvested morning glories once before, the little zombie was quite adept at it this time.
He deftly dug out ten morning glory plants. This time he was even better than before, with two being of perfect quality and the rest being excellent.
[Sale successful, 1800 points added, total points: 1800]
I had over 1,000 points left, but the system suddenly upgraded for some reason, deducting almost all of my balance in one go.
The last bit of water was used by the system to change the water for the little zombies to bathe.
If the morning glories weren't ripe now, they really wouldn't have a single point left in their accounts.
The little zombie was still thinking about how Maotuan had been injured before, so without saying a word, he exchanged 20 pieces of pet food, carefully broke them up, soaked them, and gave them to Maotuan to eat.
The brown-furred kitten, which had been sitting yawning listlessly to the side, suddenly widened its eyes when it saw the little zombie conjure up some green blocks out of thin air.
It crept up to the little zombie and sniffed around the light brown bag.
The little zombie had just finished feeding the gray-haired ball a piece of pet food, and seeing this, it took out a piece and handed it to the curious kitten.
"eat?"
The pet food was square and its color and shape were not pretty at all. The brown-haired kitten was initially very dismissive of it, but when the square accidentally brushed against its nose, it immediately bit it, and even a drop of saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth.
The brown-furred kitten froze instantly.
It didn't dare to turn its eyes away, afraid that it would see the fur ball making fun of it again, and immediately turned and ran away.
The red fog was so thick that it had only run a few steps before the little zombie could no longer see it.
The little zombie looked at the food block still covered in drool in its hand, put it aside, and picked up a new one to feed the furball.
After being fed twelve or thirteen pieces of food, the furry boy shook his head, indicating that he would not eat anymore.
It circled twice on the ground, curled itself into a ball, yawned widely, closed its eyes, and almost immediately began to snore.
The system announced: [It might be starting to grow; let it sleep peacefully.]
The fluffy ball is premature, and the system estimates that if it were still in the egg, it would only be at about 5-10% hatching rate, and it would be a long time before it fully matures.
Fortunately, it became a "pet" within the system's recognition range. Even if it suffered a fatal injury, it would automatically return to the pet space, essentially remaining in an "immortal" state.
Otherwise, with a body like that, it probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the red mist long ago.
The little zombie looked at the fluffy ball for a while, and finally carefully picked it up and gently put it down in the empty farmland.
Even after being moved a bit, the little furball didn't wake up at all; it was clearly sleeping very soundly.
After settling the furry ball in a completely safe area of farmland, I picked up the drool-stained pet food block and slowly walked in the direction the brown-haired kitten had left.
The kitten didn't run very far, mainly because there was nothing in this place except for the red mist and white sand, and no matter how close or far it ran, the surroundings were exactly the same.
When the little zombie found it, it was lying on the ground scratching at the sand with its paws. It wasn't playing in the sand; it was just bored.
It didn't get up after seeing the little zombie; it just lay there watching him.
It wasn't until the little zombie pulled out the piece of pet food it had bitten that it raised its head.
"what?"
His tone was very bad.
The little zombie held the food to its mouth: "Eat?"
The brown-furred kitten sat up and slapped the little zombie's hand away with its paw.
[Huh!?] The system wished it had hands, otherwise it would definitely have given it a good spanking right now.
The green grain was knocked away, and the little zombie tilted its head to look at it, then walked over, picked it up, and lowered its head, seemingly lost in thought.
Just as the system was about to start cursing, the little zombie left.
He walked back the way he came, and his figure soon disappeared into the thick red mist.
The brown-furred kitten first widened its eyes, even opening its mouth slightly, then let out a heavy snort, stood up, turned halfway around, and squatted down with its back to the direction the little zombie had left.
Its thick tail lay on the ground, swaying faster and faster, scattering white sand everywhere.
It was panting heavily, its whiskers twitching, and finally, in frustration, it slammed its paw heavily onto the sand: "So annoying!"
Just as it stood up, turned around, and took a few steps in the direction the little zombie had left, its ears suddenly twitched.
It immediately sat down, chin raised, looking very proud.
It had barely gotten into position when it suddenly realized it was facing the wrong way, so it quickly got up to adjust itself. In a flurry of activity, it managed to get into position just as the tiny figure emerged from the red mist.
The little zombie behind the fog blinked in confusion.
He clearly heard a loud clattering sound, so why did it suddenly stop?
The brown-furred kitten had only ever seen zombies before, but all kinds of zombies had hearing similar to that of human cultivators. While zombies were somewhat similar to human zombies, their formation principles were completely different.
The kitten was still relying on its past experiences and had no idea how incredible the little zombie's hearing was.
It tilted its head to the side, eyes closed, and only when it heard the little zombie standing in front of it did it slowly open its eyelids and turn its head—
Then his nose touched something familiar again, and drool instantly flowed all over the floor.
"you--"
Its tail fur stood on end, and it had barely started barking angrily when something was stuffed into its mouth.
In an instant, an exceptionally unique and refreshing aroma bursts forth in its mouth, mixed with a touch of the savory sweetness characteristic of meat.
It can be described in just one sentence.
Ah, it smells so good.
Even at this point, the brown-haired kitten didn't do anything like "spitting out what's in its mouth." It swallowed the softened kibble with a quick gulp, and then said in a very impolite tone, "Hey, give me some more of that."
However, the little zombie shook its head.
The brown-furred kitten instantly exploded: "What do you mean! I clearly saw it, there were more in the bag!"
The system, while suppressing its urge to spank the cat, explained the meaning of the sentence to its host, while the little zombie listened attentively to the voice in its mind.
From the outside, it looked as if the little zombie was indifferent to the brown kitten's words and couldn't be bothered to respond.
Its little face instantly scrunched up, and even its eyes became wet.
The little zombie suddenly spoke up: "Dog, hungry."
The kitten, who was about to turn into a furious fiery lizard, suddenly stammered, "...Huh? A dog?"
Its mind works incredibly fast; it figured it out in no time.
Its expression instantly became indescribable: "You called him...a dog?"
The little zombie nodded: "Doggy!"
The brown-furred kitten stared blankly at the little zombie for a while before raising its paw and making a very standard "face-wiping" motion.
"Alright."
Distracted like that, it couldn't muster any more anger and bluntly asked, "Then when can you get that block again?"
The little zombie waited for the system to translate before replying: "Divide, woof, flower, sell."
The sentence was quite vague, but the brown-furred kitten somehow understood it.
It wagged its tail: "Alright, alright, then I'll wait for you a little longer. This time you have to give me five pieces."
Seeing its nonchalant attitude, the system finally couldn't hold back any longer: [Host! This guy is too annoying, please ignore him.]
Little zombie: "Doggy, woof, woof."
[They might indeed be friends, but... um? You just said "friends"? How do you know that word?]
The little zombie howled for a while longer, managing to recount the incident. The system listened with a sigh: [Ah, a recording of a children's story...]
The system felt an immediate pang of heartache at the thought of its host huddled in a tiny ball, clutching a tape recorder, sitting idly in the ruins for months.
[Yes, yes, do whatever you want, it's okay, I'm here for you.]
They were talking to themselves, while the brown-haired kitten stared at the little zombie that kept howling.
It flicked its tail twice, and a fleeting glimmer of fluorescent green light appeared in its pair of round, amber eyes.
It looked up at the red mist filling the sky, then at the little zombie.
"Hello."
When the little zombie looked over, it narrowed its eyes slightly: "Little guy, what is that thing in your head?"
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