Chapter 339: Chapter 212: Haha, Caught an Undead_2
On the other hand, ordinary humans, who were not detected by the Soul Tower, could effortlessly cross over, as long as they evaded the nodes of the Defense Tower. Even if they were detected by the warning tower, it was unimportant.

The Soul Tower was an exception; its surveillance range was too broad, and it specifically targeted souls. Therefore, even a High-level King would have difficulty resisting soul-targeted attacks from the Soul Tower.

So, to traverse the Central Mountain Range, a new route had to be found.

By chance, Feirick discovered that rats had a remarkable ability to find their way. They could burrow through places that appeared bereft of paths, finding little ditches and furrows. As a result, he bred several rats as pets, using them to find pathways through the Central Mountain Range.

He had returned to the Central Mountain Range and was preparing to take a rest, feed his pets, when he stumbled upon a newly cultivated plot of land. The moment he released his pets, they dug straight into the ground looking for seeds.

“I’m guessing those humans downhill planted this. They won’t binge eat much. I’ll just compensate them with something else later.” Feirick was already prepared to make amends when, out of nowhere, a High-level King burst in, enraged, and launched a Soul Impact.

It was not just a Soul Impact; it was more like a Soul Storm, sweeping across like a tempest. He, who was originally hiding behind a stone was affected too. Had the stone not shielded him, if he took the blow head-on, he would have exploded instantly.

A High-level King like this was even more terrifying than the Undead Saints he had encountered in the past. Feirick didn’t dare to think anymore. He obediently behaved, fearing that the other party might do something with his soul, leaving him with no tears to cry.

As he was pulling out a ring from his smoky body, the little angel ran over curiously, wanting to poke it with a finger, but Ange stopped him.

Only when he got closer did Feirick feel a terrifying Holy Light Power radiating from the Little Angel.

Such terrible Holy Light Power? A saintess? This High-level King could command a saintess from the Church of Light? Feirick’s heart pounded, and his movements sped up considerably.

“This is the Spirit Picture Book, and this is a human knight novel, a muted siren’s song recording stone, a banshee’s talisman, Chess of the Hero Against the Dragon, King Locke Poker, this is the Wraith Alarm Clock…” While introducing, Feirick dug out a large pile of strange goods.

Negris curiously watched and couldn’t help but ask, “Why are most of them entertainment cultural products?”

Feirick replied, “These items sell well. I can’t transport living essentials back, right? My Space Ring can’t hold much, plus they won’t be as lucrative.”

Negris nodded. He understood Feirick’s sentiment. For Undead, there’s no need to eat, naturally, no need for food or items like pots and pans, not to mention bedding.

The only necessities may be various entertainment products. After all, for eternal life, how to pass the time is the trickiest part. It’s not like they can be sleeping all the time.

Therefore, knight novels, stone records of songs, and chess cards have a good market.

“And what are the uses of the Spirit Picture Book and Wraith Alarm Clock?” Negris asked in confusion.

Feirick glanced at the Little Angel, moved closer to the Bronze Dragon, and whispered, “Obviously, they are for that purpose. There are several series, including Duchess’ Lady, Sleek Saintess, oh, and eighteen postures of the Transforming Dragon which are more suitable for you. These sell well to humans. Open it, and it will trigger a Spirit Imagination, lifelike.”

“Sir, as you know, the Undead are keen on the spiritual aspect and are best at drawing Spirit Picture Books. A book like this only costs three hundred Demon Crystals and is in high demand among humans.”

Negris was so moved by hearing this, he got curious about the eighteen postures of the Transforming Dragon.

“As for the Wraith Alarm Clock, it’s just an alarm clock. Some humans are incredibly lethargic, having trouble waking up in the morning and sleeping at night. They need something to stimulate them. Set the time and the wraith in the alarm clock will wail at the set time. Even if they’ve been asleep for ten days straight, they could wake up and feel cold from the top of their head to their feet—very effective.”

“It can be used during study times too. When the wraith wails, it ensures alertness.”

Hearing this, Negris couldn’t help but sympathize, “Isn’t that too cruel?”

“Relax, most people will throw it under the bed after buying and won’t stick with it. In fact, those who persist don’t actually need any alarms,” Feirick said with a tone of having seen through it all.

“You’re right. Do you have any other good stuff?” Negris asked.

“Umm, are these not to the grown-up’s liking? I am just an ordinary undead merchant, these are the best items I have.” Feirick shook his ring, casually mentioning:

“In the ring there’s just one bag of grain seeds left…” No sooner said than done, Negris and Ange leaned in, eagerly asking, “What kind of grain seeds?”

“Uh, it’s a type of grain that humans have specifically cultivated, adapting to the growth seasons of this plane, sow it during the eternal night, it sprouts after the eternal night ends, matures in two and a half months, and harvested before the next eternal night comes. It has an especially big root system, capable of taking root in deeper soil layers, doesn’t need watering, it can grow solely on surface water, and has a very high yield, about two hundred twenty pounds per acre.”

“Two hundred twenty pounds per acre is considered high? We’ll take this as compensation, let’s forget about your disrespect this time.” Negris answered in surprise.

Ange’s hands have already handled grain seeds that have broken a thousand pounds yield per acre. Even Saline Demon Rice yields six to seven hundred pounds per acre, so hearing about two hundred twenty pounds being described as ‘very high’, is really incomprehensible.

Feirick was on the verge of tears from the emotional impact, and asked in disbelief: “Really? But this stuff isn’t worth much…”

A small bag of grain seeds is basically worthless, apart from making it a little difficult to cross mountains, it was just a little something he got from farmers during his travels. That such a high-level king didn’t want anything else, just this worthless thing, was beyond him.

He naturally didn’t think that Ange was only interested in the grain seeds, but simply thought that this king was merciful, not wanting to bully him, which moved him immensely.

In his rush, he placed the grain seeds into Negris’s hand and nervously asked: “Master, may I leave now?”

“Leave, where are you planning to go?” Negris handed the seeds to Ange and asked on the way.

“I plan to go to the human world beyond the mountains.” Feirick said.

“Great, we’re going that way too. You’ve gone back and forth many times. You must know which route can be safely crossed over, right?” Negris said.

Feirick was in a predicament, to be honest, he was not very willing, his mountain-crossing route was secret and if other people knew the route, wouldn’t he get a bunch of competitors?

At Negris’s suggestion, Ange took out ten Soul Crystals and handed them to Feirick.

“Honorable king, I am very pleased to guide your way, rest assured. The routes I, Feirick, have explored are safe and hidden. I can absolutely safely take you to the other side of the mountain.” Feirick excitedly guarantees.

“But sir, you have too many men. Plus a horse. I’m afraid not all places are passable.” Feirick added.

“You’re the horse. Your whole family are horses. Are you blind? Do you see what this is…” Lightning started banging his own head, but before he could finish, Ange stuffed him into the Resting Camp.

The rest of the people were also stuffed inside, Negris was no exception, leaving only Ange outside.

“The master’s space is really vast. Let me speed up.” Feirick sighed.

Some space items can hold living things, like the miscellaneous shop of the silver coin, which at first carried the World Tree sapling to find the elves, as long as you take it out before the internal air is exhausted, it will be fine.

Can only sigh that Ange’s space is very large, even a horse can fit in, and there’s enough air to breathe.

Following Feirick’s guidance, Ange wound through several tunnels and crevices in the ground. They also climbed up and down along the mountain wall, finally, after six or seven hours, they crossed over the entire mountain range.

“I told you the route I guided is safe and hidden. Sir, cross this dense forest and you’ll find the human Mushroom Town.” Feirick said.

As soon as Feirick’s words came out, suddenly a whistle sounded, and a bunch of Paladins emerged from the surrounding forest. The leading Paladin laughed: “Hahaha, we caught an undead! Huh, there’s a man following him?”

PS: Tired, I’ve been working full hours for three months. I’ve been writing for nineteen years and never worked this hard. Pandemic, mother-in-law can’t come over, no one to help me with the kids, wailing!!