mtlumby2d Chapter 1583 Eating and Taking (Thanks to the generous donation from the big boss "Xiao Shi De
Chapter 1583 Eating and Taking (Thanks to the generous donation from the big boss "Xiao Shi De
Upon hearing this, Chen Mu looked in the direction Zhao Xingyu was pointing.
The location Zhao Xingyu mentioned was a ring of mountains surrounding the Lake of Fallen Gods.
One-quarter of the surface of Lake of Fallen Gods has turned into a deep crater. The snow on the corresponding one-quarter crater has also begun to melt quietly.
As the ice and snow melt, babbling streams flow down the mountain.
Nourished by the stream, the cracked mountaintop became moist, and the soil became exceptionally fertile.
A vibrant and lively scene!
In contrast, the other three-quarters of the crater were completely covered in ice and snow.
The boundary line is clearly defined; the white snow and muddy land seem to have been cleaved apart by a knife, with no overlap whatsoever.
However, after scanning the area, Chen Mu did not see any fruit trees or anything like that growing on the fertile land.
No small animals were seen running around on the muddy, fertile land.
The only thing that exists is the tender green shoots that have just sprouted from the cracks in the soil.
That's grass...
Chen Muzhen couldn't see where the local specialties were.
They wouldn't let me take these grasses back with me, would they?
Chen Mu thought about it and realized that it might actually be true in the Lake of Fallen Gods.
After all, this place is quite bizarre.
Zhao Xingyu waved to Chen Mu, signaling Chen Mu to fly down with him.
The two arrived at the top of the mountain, and Zhao Xingyu pointed to the land below and said:
"Mr. Chen, look at this fertile soil after the snow melts; it's a rare and precious land."
The fruits and vegetables grown here are said to not only taste better, but also have some additional properties.
I've only heard about it; I haven't tried it yet.
You see, time is tight right now; the snow and ice have just melted. Fruits and vegetables won't grow in such a short time.
Mr. Chen, why don't you take some soil back with you and cultivate it in Wangjiang City? You can plant whatever you want to eat, which will be more convenient and faster.
If you run out of soil, feel free to contact me anytime, and I'll give you some more later.
Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction. It really is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.
The spring bamboo shoots that Zhao Xingyu used to give him were gone once they were all eaten. Even if Chen Mu wanted to grow them, there was nowhere to do so.
If you want to eat it, you can only wait for Zhao Xingyu to deliver it.
Now, Zhao Xingyu has given all the soil to Chen Mu.
I wonder if this kind of soil can produce tender bamboo shoots.
It doesn't matter if you can't grow it. With soil at your disposal, you can grow whatever you want to eat.
Like apples, watermelons, corn, rice...
Chen Mu believed that the food grown in this soil would definitely have an extraordinary taste.
In addition to the fruits cultivated from the pure and mysterious energy, the Watchers of the River will now also have fruits cultivated from the soil of the Fallen Gods Lake.
Selling an apple for 10,000 ghost money isn't considered greedy, is it?
Chen Mu can eat it himself, and incidentally, it can also inject new vitality into the "wage recovery plan".
Kill two birds with one stone!
"Thank you, Lake of Fallen Gods, and thank you, Chief Zhao," Chen Mu said gratefully.
Zhao Xingyu is also an honest person. I don't know if it was because the help he provided this time was too great, or because he particularly admired Chen Mu's character.
With a single move, he hollowed out half of the snow-capped mountain, which had been partially melted.
Chen Mu was astonished. He stared at the mountain that had been half-flattened, and was stunned for a moment before he could react.
I rely on!
What is Zhao Xingyu doing?
Chen Mu originally thought that receiving a dozen or so bags of soil would be enough.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xingyu flattened half of the mountain peak with a single move.
He gave away half of the soil from the mountain peak to himself.
This kind of extravagance is almost on par with Boss Chen's.
Xiao Shi and the others standing nearby were also stunned.
Zhao Xingyu, holding up half a mountain of food, said to Chen Mu, "Mr. Chen, would you like to pack it yourself, or should I pack it for you?"
"I can do it myself, don't bother!"
As Chen Mu spoke, he used his spatial ring to suck half a mountain into it at once.
After taking and eating, this irrigation project finally came to an end.
Chen Mu bid farewell to Zhao Xingyu and left the Lake of Fallen Gods with his followers.
Meanwhile, beside the Bridge of Helplessness.
As time has passed, very few of the strange things remain.
It's strange that you often have to wait forever for someone to join the queue.
However, Meng Po has been gone for quite a while this time.
On the deserted Bridge of Helplessness, more than a dozen eerie creatures have already lined up.
Meng Po's figure is still on the bridgehead.
In front of her was a pot of bubbling hot soup.
Meng Po seemed frozen in place, still in the posture of scooping soup, and had been standing there for quite a while.
One downside of the projection into the Lake of Fallen Gods is that once Meng Po's personality is projected there, her original self will fall into a state of stillness.
Because Meng Po's power still lingers, those who queue up for strange things have more or less heard of the legends of her violence.
Therefore, for a period of time at the beginning, the strange creatures waited obediently, and no one dared to cause trouble.
However, as time went by, Meng Po remained motionless.
The strange one at the very front has already noticed something amiss.
"Why isn't this woman moving?" the strange armored creature asked, puzzled.
"Could it be asleep?" asked Weird B.
"That's not right, her eyes are clearly still open." - Weird C.
"Maybe she's testing us. She's pretending not to move, but actually watching us." - Weird Ding.
After waiting for a while, the woman seemed to be frozen in place, as if she had been put in a "time freeze".
At this moment, a cunning and eccentric person quietly approached Meng Po and waved in front of her.
Meng Po did not respond.
It beckoned with its finger again, but Meng Po still ignored it.
After trying it several times, Weiwei's courage began to grow.
It is no longer satisfied with just waving its hand.
It actually started making faces at Meng Po.
The strange creatures queuing behind it were all stunned by its audacity.
"Holy crap! Dude, are you out of your mind?!"
“You have forty more heads than us.”
Seeing that Meng Po did not react, the strange thing behind her suddenly made her bolder.
It brazenly broke away from the queue and walked right past Meng Po.
It wanted to leave without drinking the soup!
More importantly, faced with its brazen departure, Meng Po still didn't stop it!
This immediately caused the strange creatures in line to erupt in excitement.
Wow! This is a golden opportunity!
"Run quickly, don't miss this opportunity."
"I'm off now."
"You really dare to run away? Aren't you afraid she'll beat you up?"
"She's completely stunned, not moving at all. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Hold the courageous to death, starve the cowardly to death."
The strange figures in the queue began to stir with excitement.
The first strange creature to boldly leave had already walked more than ten meters and started running wildly with its legs twitching.
Just then, the strange figure who was making faces at Meng Po suddenly changed his expression.
It wondered if it was hallucinating from being too excited.
Because it could vaguely see that Meng Po's hand seemed to... move slightly.
The next second, before it could even react...
Meng Po took her large spoon out of the soup.
Then, with a bang, the large spoon fell from the sky and smashed heavily on its head.
A loud "thump!!!" was heard, the sound lingering and echoing through the valley, the mournful sound fading away long afterward.
This bizarre creature was shot in the head on the spot!
Its devastation was ten times worse than that of Xiaolang.
If Xiao Lang saw this, he would probably say, "Thank you for going easy on me, Sister Meng!"
This strange thing was thrown into the pot with a spoon.
The soup in the pot was bubbling and boiling, constantly surging to the surface.
Now it smashed into the pot, and all the bubbling, thick soup was drunk by it.
"Goooooooo~"
I don't know how many sips I drank.
The strange figures watching from behind immediately fell silent.
After drinking so much soup, forget about forgetting the past; the entire Ghost City would probably turn into idiots.
Mengjie ignored it and turned to chase after the few who had slipped away.
In less than a minute, the distance was filled with horrific wails.
The sheer horror of it was so overwhelming that even the most grotesque people found it unbelievable.
A few seconds later, the wailing stopped, and silence fell over the distance.
The eerie figures in line looked at each other, and one by one they couldn't help but tremble.
A few seconds later, several loud bangs came from the bridge.
The monsters turned around and saw Meng Po descending from the sky, casually tossing several half-dead monsters to the end of the line.
These eerie eyes are almost turning from O to X.
Ignoring their fate, Meng Po walked straight back to her soup pot.
The strange creature, having drunk its fill, stood up from the soup pot and staggered forward. It seemed to have forgotten how to walk altogether.
Meng Po stood with her hands on her hips, holding a soup spoon in one hand, looking at the remaining dozen or so trembling monsters.
"Is there anyone else who wants to leave now?"
Meng Po's voice was beautiful, but to the eerie beings, it sounded like a demon whispering death.
The previously restless group has now fallen silent.
The strange creatures fell silent; none of them dared to raise any further objections.
"Then drink your soup obediently! Get in line, next!"
Meng Po scooped a spoonful of hot soup from the pot, steaming hot.
The next one didn't dare to say a word, just opened his mouth wide and let Meng Po pour the hot soup into it.
"Is it hot?" Meng Po asked considerately as she poured the soup.
"It's not hot, it's very comfortable." He said these words insincerely.
"It's alright, don't be so polite with me. Just tell me how you feel." Meng Po said with heartfelt concern.
He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Maybe... it's a little bit hot."
Wei Yi had assumed that Meng Po would adjust the temperature.
Unexpectedly, Meng Po did make adjustments, but what she adjusted was her mindset.
Meng Po said nonchalantly, "It's fine if it's hot, you'll forget about it later anyway."
Glug glug...
After pouring the entire spoonful of soup, Meng Po asked again, "Is it still hot?"
Wei Yi looked completely bewildered. "Hot? What's hot?"
Meng Po nodded in satisfaction and smacked its head with a spoon.
"That's all, kid, go play somewhere else. Next!"
Under Meng Po's violent suppression, the eerie procession remained quiet and orderly.
The legend of Mengjie's violence echoes by the Bridge of Helplessness...
Looking at the well-behaved eerie creatures, Mengjie couldn't help but sigh.
I have to step in myself. I've only been gone for a short while, and these weirdos are already causing chaos.
If I stop guarding it, won't the monsters demolish the bridge?
Fortunately, these strange creatures are the last refugees from hell.
Hell has been destroyed, and these remaining monsters, unable to evacuate in time, are on their way from the mountains.
That mountain is the one where the Supreme Deceptive Path waits.
This mountain peak is the last remaining territory of Hell. The other territories have all been shattered into fragments of Hell.
Mengjie insisted on feeding them soup because she was worried that they were being instructed by the Supreme Being of the Deceitful Path to come to the human world to gather intelligence.
Once you drink the soup, you'll forget the past and your entanglement with the Supreme Demon Lord.
Then they can come to the human world and start their strange life anew.
This also reveals the rare gentleness hidden beneath Mengjie's violent exterior.
Thinking of this, Mengjie looked at the mountain peak.
She could always sense the aura of the Supreme Being of the Deceptive Path. However, the aura of the Supreme Being of the Deceptive Path disappeared some time ago.
At first, Mengjie thought that the Supreme Demon Lord had gone into seclusion.
But after so long, there was still no sign of life.
Last night, before meeting Chen Mu, Sister Meng used her innate demonic energy to fly across the River of Oblivion and arrive at the mountain peak, where she carefully investigated the area.
She was shocked to discover that the Supreme Being of the Deceptive Path... had truly vanished!
"What does He want to do? It's really unsettling," Meng Jie sighed softly.
On the other side, in Wangjiang City.
Chen Mu led his men back to the Mountain and Water Courtyard from the Lake of Fallen Gods.
After finishing the irrigation work, Chen Mu told Xiao Ye, Xiao Shi, Xiao Lang, and the others to go back and rest while he went about his own business.
Chen Mu then took Cha Cha and Xiao tide back to his villa.
The first thing Chen Mu did upon returning was to create a new pond the size of a bathtub next to the swimming pool.
Chen Mu asked Xiao tide to raise the three ducks in the pond.
So far, these three ducks have only shown resistance to cold, being only slightly more cold-resistant than the Ghost King.
Apart from that, I didn't see anything special.
Let's just keep raising it for now and see how it goes. Maybe it will unlock some new abilities.
Xiaoxi took great care of these ducks and volunteered to be in charge of feeding and cleaning them every day.
Chen Mu originally planned to have Xu Yueji do it, but since Xiao tide is so interested, then let Xiao tide do it.
After arranging the ducks, Chen Mu called Xu Yueji and asked her to contact Wangjiang Shouwang University.
If Chen Mu remembered correctly, there was an application for the addition of an agricultural college to the university when he reviewed the documents the time before last.
For Wangjiang Shouwang, having the plains and granaries is enough for farming.
Simply setting up an agricultural college to study some strange and unusual crops is not very useful in the short term.
However, Chen Mu persisted in making some long-term plans amidst his busy schedule.
Now is the perfect time for the agricultural college to come in handy.
The soil transported from the Lake of Fallen Gods—what crops to plant on it, and how much of each variety to plant—all require experimental research.
This kind of scientific research is best suited to be handled by the College of Agriculture at Wangjiang Shouwang University.
After Chen Mu had Xu Yueji make the arrangements, he went to set up a warehouse so that he could put all the soil into it.
After finishing these tasks, Chen Mu turned his attention to the source of the human world.