Fang Nuo stretched and took a deep breath of the fresh air around him.

It was night when I went down, and I stayed underground for a day and a night, and when I "saw the light again" through the secret passage, the sky was already bright again.

However, it was still early, the first group of villagers to get up had not yet started their activities, and the village was quiet, and even the sound of a dead leaf falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

With a yawn to drive away the sleepiness of the night's sleeplessness, Fang Nuo pondered for a moment between "going back to the witch's hut" and "going to the church school to check on the situation", and finally chose the latter.

Anyway, he doesn't think of himself as a witch's "pet".

He is now free.

The hut was at best a temporary place to stay, so that he would not have nowhere to return when he was far from Huangxian Ridge.

If he wants to go back there, he can go back at any time.

The witch is worried about him?

Then let her worry a little longer! What does she think, and what does it have to do with herself?

Compared with the request that a young man did not hesitate to return to the underground project to convey to him "help keep an eye on the whereabouts of the witch's 'pet'", Fang Nuo was more concerned about the group of dryads who broke into the classroom during the day.

He wanted to figure out what they were trying to do.

He was intrigued by the relationship between the various monster communities in the vicinity of the Dark Forest.

He also cares about the mythical beast and beast king "Flower Emperor" that the dryads believe in.

Before leaving, he checked the "relics" he had brought out of the ground to prevent anything from being left out of the "secret passage".

Ignoring those light-colored soul crystals, in this harvest, he was most satisfied with those "treasures" with minimal side effects.

They are all made from a part of the corpse of a deceased demon beast, and they are essentially no different from "soul crystals", and perhaps "miracle creations" are more suitable for them than to be called "treasures".

That's right, the scope of "miracle creation" is wide, and all things that contain spiritual power and can be used can be given this name.

One is a scabbard-shaped pocket that feels like it is made from the stomach pouch of some kind of monster, and when it is formed, it is automatically equipped with a rope and buckle that is easy to carry.

By the time Fang Nuo pulled it out of the pile of relics in the red brick room, the resentment on it had almost dissipated.

The moment he came into contact with it, a mystical connection took shape between him and the "treasure" through the medium of atmospheric spiritual power, and he learned its usefulness.

Although it looks like a scabbard for a short sword, it can hold a lot of things—as long as the items can pass through the mouth of the bag, they can be stored in it; When you want to take it out, you can easily take it out by simply imagining something in your mind.

It feels convenient, as if it can hold everything you want to fit in, but in practice it is very restrictive, after all, it has a small opening and a hard texture that is not easy to stretch or bend.

Fang Nuo also had a lot of effort at that time to stuff the soul crystals he was going to take away one by one.

What's more, at that time, his body was still in a state of distortion, and the narrow mouth of the bag could only reach into his two fingers, not to mention how troublesome the whole storage process was.

Since the original owner's soul had long since dissipated, Fang Nuo did not know any other information about this "scabbard pocket", as well as the demon beast family to which the original owner belonged, as well as its cause of death and last wishes.

Another piece of harvest that he found "a little interesting" was a bundle of silver-blue string.

When it was found, it was already tied.

The ends of the string curl inward, forming a spiral-like structure like a fern's fist curling leaves.

It can automatically wrap around the specified object according to the user's mind, but there is a certain probability that it will fail.

For things that are lower than the user or inanimate, the success rate of binding increases.

Although it is not as useful as the previous "treasure", it looks shiny and beautiful from a distance, and it glows pale blue in dark places.

In addition, the resentment on it is almost gone, and it will not have a negative impact on the surrounding lifeforms.

Even if it is just used for decoration, I believe it can become a beautiful scenery in its own right.

Did I bring it out because of my looks? Fang Nuo looked at one of the gains of this "underground expedition", and was a little confused about what he thought at the time.

He also "kindly" brought a few seeds of spiritual power transformation for the mourning birds, feeling that he might be able to help them take a step closer to the position of "fairy beast".

They were lucky to be able to reap such opportunities after half a day up the stairs, Fang Nuo thought to himself.

He had previously instructed the humans to inform the mourning birds that they could leave without waiting for them...... I don't know where they went, but if the witch was in a hurry to find herself, they would have taken her to the church school, right?

So, since the witch didn't come to the door, it proves that she hasn't shown too much worry.

I am not in a hurry to return to the boulder platform.

After thinking about this, Fang Nuo immediately put all these trivial matters behind him.

Excitedly, he packed his gear on his back and headed straight for the church school.

……

Inside the church school at dawn.

Brown vines spilled through the shattered stained glass, onto the staggered seats, and rose from several textbooks spread out on the floor, intertwining and forming the silhouette of a human being.

On the vine of the humanoid tree, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and then a false nose and mouth grew.

"I feel it, I feel it......" As he spoke, his mouth remained motionless, but his eyes turned to the left and then to the right.

"My compatriots......" dark mushrooms bloomed from the side of the figure's waist little by little, as if an ear had grown on his waist, "I can feel the breath of Lord Kao!" ”

"Let's go", he broke off the fungus growing from his side and brought it to the camouflaged mouth, and the next moment, the fake mouth came true.

"And the smell of snake cubs." He touched his "nose" and personally pinched out holes for it to allow gas to enter and exit, "The smell is very mixed...... Humans, snakes, huh? And the smell of which race is not clear, are all mixed together. ”

"You're still so useless, Dryad, the Kao-sama will be disappointed." Another group of figures grew out from under the seats, and opened their mouths to speak of disgust and blame.

"So what? I'm the only one in this place who has grown up to be a 'dryad', and in the end, don't you still have to rely on me? ”

The demon beast that spoke took a bite of the fungus that grew from its body, and kept making chewing noises.

"It's rude." There was a hint of disdain in his companion's tone, "Why you?" I really can't understand why you got the favor of the Emperor of Flowers and nature? ”

"I don't know why everyone in the clan takes a fancy to you...... If I hadn't been stopped by the human woman in the morning, I wouldn't have been forced to team up with you. ”

"Isn't it because you're not as good as me?" The "tree spirit" who was still stealing food while working snickered, "The other time and space are about to rise, and the sky is about to dawn, so hurry up and find out the source of the breath." ”

"Otherwise, you may have to work with me all the time."

The dryad twitched his nose, his eyes turned upward, and his false brow furrowed:

"I smell other creatures."

"Not the people of the forest." He threw the half-bitten fungus on the ground and began to wander around the church school, "It's not a monster. ”

"Humans." A tongue woven of vines protruded from his mouth and licked around his mouth, "There are humans around here. ”

"Of course." His fellow dryad, who had always looked down on him, spread out his branches and turned into arms, and he couldn't quite understand why he suddenly became excited, "Aren't we in human territory? ”

"Everywhere there is the smell of good dreams." The fellow dryad took several meaningless deep breaths in a row, "If we grow up in this environment, our strength will definitely increase rapidly. ”

"Well, not necessarily." He denied himself, "The sweet dreams of human beings may be highly toxic to us, and it is better to rub the fertilizer they provide." ”

"Don't you feel it?" The dryad raised an eyebrow, and the fox asked, "Is it the smell of a waking human?" ”

"In the past, they've been invading our habitat, and we're shrinking our range to the vicinity of the Forever Tree!" The vines that compose him retract into the ground for a moment, and then suddenly grow from the altar of the church, "There is a lonely human here, who has not fallen asleep and achieved self-preservation. ”

"We could have killed him." Without warning, the dryad's body rose and bent straight in front of his companion, "No other creature knows." ”

Seeing the change in his companion's expression, he quickly shrank back and looked disappointed:

"Do you know why only I can grow into a 'dryad'?"

"Why?" His companion asked sullenly in agreement.

"Probably because of ...... Am I not as timid as you? He raised his hand and turned his whip into the altar in front of him, splitting it in two.

Then, he straightened up, looked up at the "portrait of the god" on the wall behind the altar, let out a cold snort from his mouth, and raised his hand to destroy it.

"It's all the smell of snake cubs, they are so strong that they cover the scent of the Flower Emperor and humans tightly!" He whipped the huge portrait of the god that had fallen, and said fiercely, "I can feel it, ahhh I can feel that there must be some kind of mechanism around here that can lead us to a certain place! ”

"Maybe it's because ......" Behind him, the dryad who had been treating him with contempt trembled and muttered to himself, "We're not as crazy as you." ”

In the face of such "teammates", he did not dare to casually put forward the views of the younger generation in the family about "the flower emperor does not exist at all" and "the flower emperor has passed away".

He had no guts to challenge the faith of a fanatic.

"Do everything in the name of the Beastmaster...... I really don't want to stay in such a family for a moment. He thought silently in his heart, but he didn't have the courage to express it.

The King of Eternal Marks is clearly not the only one recognized by the Eternal Tree, and the rulers of the Dark Forest have also changed from generation to generation......

If it weren't for the sudden disappearance of the last ruler in the calamity of more than a decade ago, the family would not have been talking about the "Flower Emperor" every day, just like a long, long time ago when the Dryad clan celebrated the birth of the first Beastmaster of the Plant Vein.

"Alas......" The dryad saw the "genius" of the clan go crazy in front of his eyes, and he could only curl up behind, not daring to move, "Where did the true ruler of our forest disappear?" ”

"It's very unlikely that he's still alive, but I wish he could come back."

The dryad lamented, recalling in his mind the description of the last ruler of the forest:

"The child of nature, the darling of heaven and earth, the embodiment of the concept of 'falsehood', the omnipotent king who created all things......"