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The Withered Skeleton looked at the other party speechlessly, then blatantly ignored the words "black coal". He glanced at the ghost, then at the flame man, and thought for a long time before speaking.

"What are you comparing yourself to? Is there any comparison?"

This sentence instantly aroused the Blaze Man's temper. His body spun rapidly in the lava lake, stirring the water into a mess.

He said indignantly. "Why can't we compare? Why is there no comparison?!"

"How can you, a pyromaniac whose mind is obsessed with burning everything with fire, defeat them?" The Withered Skeleton just rolled his eyes and calmly stated the facts.

The Blaze Man, who had been dancing with joy just a moment ago, instantly collapsed. He lay calmly in the lava pool, slowly sinking with the water. "Are you kidding me? That thing is not a monster. It can be defeated!"

"Do you know what species it is?" But the question was not finished yet, the Withered Skeleton continued to ask.

The Blaze Man shook his head decisively and continued to sink. What a joke! If he knew what race these two monsters were, he wouldn't have stayed here.

"Since you don't even know what species they are, what they can eat, or what they are immune to, you can't match their strength, let alone their ability to suddenly emit white light."

The Wither Skeleton walked over and tried to pull his former friend back to the shore.

The Blaze cooperated with his movements and successfully transformed himself from lying in the lava to lying on the grass.

He is just like his peers who have lost motivation and are standing still.

The Wither Skeleton squatted down and patted his possible shoulder.

"Okay, don't be sad. No one can compare to them, especially Him. He is unique. He is hope, nothingness, darkness, and everything. He is what we should obey."

As soon as the ghost withered skeleton over there was mentioned, it instantly returned to its frenzied state.

The change in the Wither Skeleton's entire posture reaction was so rapid and exaggerated that even someone as careless as the Blaze noticed it.

He was silent for a while, feeling that he should have something to say, but what was the point in saying it?

It seemed meaningless. He had no ability to save his former companions. He couldn't beat those two guys. In a sense, the little guy was even their savior. Although he liked arson and was a little crazy, it didn't mean that he didn't know how to be grateful, so he didn't know what to do.

The Blaze thought sadly.

The next moment, he closed his eyes, grabbed a few mushrooms and swallowed them into his mouth, turning them into ashes.

Seeing another person make such a bold move, the Withered Skeleton's enthusiasm instantly turned to worry, and all the souls and shackles that had been involuntarily placed on him were released.

The ghost sensed this fact and couldn't help but look a few more times, then retracted his gaze and stopped staring.

427 This is Friendship

There was no death, nor the pain as imagined. The Blaze Man floated in the air unscathed, except that the mushrooms were a little spicy, a little pungent, and even a little... surprisingly good?

The Flame Man pondered the taste and couldn't help but pick it again.

"Pyromaniac, are you crazy?" Withered Skeleton gnashed his teeth and drew his sword to block the man's evil hand. "If you want to die, I'll strike you right now."

"I'm fine, aren't I?" Perhaps because of the influence of the mushroom, the Blaze Man always felt a little excited, and even his bad temper calmed down a little. He flew around the other party with a smile, and swallowed the mushroom when the other party was not paying attention.

"Would you like to try it? It tastes pretty good."

"...I should have dug a hole and buried you right now!" The Wither Skeleton took the mushroom helplessly. "Even if you really wanted to try it, you should have let me try it first."

"I know." The Blaze Man nonchalantly manipulated the flaming fire sticks dancing around him, as if stretching his body. "You're an undead, immune to negative damage, but you've tried, and none of the negative damage has any effect on you. How do you know if there's any negative damage at all?"

"Hey, wait." The Blaze Man's once vibrant flames suddenly dimmed, as if he'd thought of something, just like the other man with the sullen expression. "Speaking of which, you said you'd try those things for me before, but didn't you even try them in vain? Those things you told me not to eat, weren't you even sure if they were safe? So you just lied to me, right?"

The Flame Man suddenly remembered that the other party was justified in eating some round fruits in his arms, while telling him that he couldn't eat them, so let him deal with them.

"Damn it, do you often lie and eat alone at the same time?"

The withered skeleton looked around vaguely and suddenly stopped talking.

He really couldn't tell whether some things were poisonous or not, but he saw the piglins eating them. They were living creatures just like the Blazes, so anything the piglins could eat should be edible by the Blazes. You know, lava is included in the Blaze's diet.

So those berries were indeed edible, he knew the other party could eat them, but the taste was so great that he ate them all without realizing it, so he just told a little lie, well, a little lie.

How long had Blaze known him? He knew from the other's expression that he was guilty.

It is impossible to show such an expression unless you feel guilty.

"Good man, I think we should look back on the past." The things on the Blaze Man's body that looked like blaze sticks collided with each other, making a tinkling sound, which foreshadowed his anger.

The Wither Skeleton met the other's gaze without a trace of fear. "Who made you arthropods so fragile? There are some things I can't distinguish, so I have no choice but to lie. After all, I don't want to lose my best friend."

He lied without batting an eyelid, perhaps it was for this purpose at first, but later on, it was inexplicably mixed with a sense of superiority and teasing. The longer it went on, the more that sense of superiority clung to him like a shadow and he couldn't shake it off.

Maybe it's because he thinks a reckless man like Flame Man looks like a fool no matter how he looks at him?

But perhaps the Withered Skeleton's tone was too sincere, and it turned out that the Flame Man was also infected and let it go. Or perhaps the Flame Man really knew nothing about this, and could not tell that the other party was lying, nor could he see through the other party's so-called sincere tone.

The two brothers finally reconciled and even hugged each other.

The blaze rod passed through the hollow bones of the withered skeleton, and the ghost next to it was curious whether the two of them would get stuck while hugging each other?

The ghost witnessed the entire process of this strange drama, as did the cell man.

The two of them sat down in unison as if they were having fun, and then ate mushrooms while pointing and talking.

Especially the cell people, they never stop complaining.

like what?

"Even if he disguises these dangerous actions as legitimate reasons, it can't conceal his inherent adventurous nature, nor can it conceal his inherent desire to do so. The factors caused by the other party are merely a coincidence."

"Lies always work. Who knows if they truly didn't realize the other person was lying? Or if they already knew but didn't care, so they just played dumb and let the other person shoulder the guilt."

It was obvious from those two sentences that the Cell Man was stirring up trouble. He was quite looking forward to another fight. Even though the fight was haphazard and incompetent, was it for fun? Perfection and excellence were not necessary, as long as it was fun.

Unfortunately, although the ghost next to it didn't know that the cell man was doing something malicious, because it was right next to the other party, the ghost subconsciously thought that those words were also directed at it.

So the ghost held up the sign and calmly displayed the word "No".

It's meaningless, just a simple rebuttal to what the cell man said.

After the hug, they separated. The Blaze picked a few more mushrooms for the Wither Skeleton, and the Wither Skeleton naturally did not refuse.

While eating, he looked towards the ghost.

I always feel that I should give the food to the ghost first, and then we can talk about it after it is full. Besides, it should be able to eat quickly with such a small body, right? The Withered Skeleton thought divergently while trying to pull back those messy thoughts.

After being scared awake by the other party several times, even her fanatical belief could not deceive her thoughts. She began to realize that something was wrong with her.

He took a deep breath and tried to stay awake instead of falling into it. This fanatical feeling reminded him of the same feeling the devil had given him when he created Withering in hell. At that time, she couldn't help but worship it, but before she even started worshiping, Withering had been torn to pieces by the devil.

But the feeling the ghost gave him was purer and more massive than that of the withered skeleton. He was amazed and captivated by it at just a glance.

But, while he was still lucid, he felt he should have a word with his superior, so he looked at the ghost.

The next moment, he completely forgot the specific tasks he was supposed to do and just stared blankly at the ghost, the fanaticism on his face gradually fading.

He put those disrespectful thoughts aside, picking mushrooms that were visible on the road as he walked, then respectfully came to the ghost and put them all down.

428 Steve is very busy

If the ghosts are leisurely and calmly enjoying the scenery of the other world.

Well, Steve was so busy that he almost had no time to rest. He even had the idea of ​​killing all the creatures here so that he wouldn't have to be so busy.

Then Steve was shocked by his own thoughts, shook his head in panic, and quickly covered it up with more busyness.

But the results of his and Val's efforts were that they built a pretty good alchemy workshop. All the materials that could be used for alchemy were carefully placed in wooden barrels, which were decorated with beautiful decorative frames. The corresponding items in the wood were placed on the display frames.

Originally, Steve just wanted to make one casually, because the building he built could only be a matchbox anyway.

But as Val brought out more and more strange resources, combined with the unique stones and minerals here, the architectural spirit in Steve's group couldn't help but burn again, and he decisively decided to build this miracle together.

You know, there is also quartz here, and that thing is a high-quality building material. When Steve wanted to build modern buildings, he often came to Hell to hang out.

But the final result does not resemble the modern minimalist style at all, it is still just a square box.

Because it was so ugly, even Steve couldn't convince himself that the square box was the so-called trendy modern minimalist style.

So when he saw the opportunity to do construction, Steve took the attitude and idea of ​​learning from the other party and worked hard to stack the blocks one by one under the other party's guidance.

Although as I study, I forget that I am learning something and just find different ways to be lazy.

The final result was that, apart from a few blocks placed by him, the alchemy pot and the alchemy table were also placed by him, everything else had nothing to do with him. He was just trying to take advantage of the situation.

It can be regarded as a modern example of slacking off.

The completion of these buildings is just the beginning, and the pricing of the potions still needs to be negotiated.

But this time it was not Steve who talked to the piglins in this city, but the piglins in the bigger city who made the decision.

The pig spirit they sent to the city to report was already on the way, and no one knew how long it would take for him to return.

After the price was set, it was time for a welcoming banquet. Normally, a grand banquet had already been held when they came here, but those pig spirits had found a so-called alchemy workshop just now, which was suitable for Wang Hong to celebrate.

Since it wasn't a bad thing, Steve had no reason to stop it. He simply agreed and prepared to eat and drink for free.

Little did he know that there were countless pig spirits looking for him at the banquet, perhaps to dance, and they were fighting over the items and neither would give in.

Val watched with glee, took a few pieces of food, and found a suitable corner to watch the fun. After all, Steve often challenged him, and watching him get humiliated was really a pleasant thing.

Steve was very busy at the end. After dealing with all the piglins, what was waiting for him was the conversion and calculation of those materials.

Because the price of Piglin transactions is not fixed, but slightly increases or decreases according to market conditions. In this case, even the purchasing power of gold is fluctuating, not to mention these potions.

Originally, they wanted to use gold to unify the price, but Steve firmly disagreed and proposed the idea of ​​barter.

The reason is simple.

It's useless for him to have gold. If he wants gold, he can only make a secondary exchange and use the gold to buy what he wants from the pig spirits. But the problem is that this is very cumbersome and troublesome, and at that time, the market price will definitely be unbalanced because of the large amount of stored gold pouring into the market.

Val couldn't help at all with these computational problems.

Maybe it was because there were too many types of potions and too many things that could be exchanged, but in the end, Steve almost wanted to hit the ground with his head.

Then he decisively and simply asked Tony Stark for help.

Amidst the other party's disgusted complaints, I got the result I wanted.

The most important thing is that he still has things to investigate. The information he got from the ghost obviously cannot be ignored, as well as its construction. When he was in the alchemy workshop, he dug a downward passage for himself. When he was expanding around in the passage, he accidentally discovered that there was a dungeon under the pig.

Unfortunately, there were so many people patrolling inside that he couldn't see much else, so he could only retreat with regret.

When all this was done, Steve couldn't help but collapse to the ground.

Steve thought to himself, this is finally a break, right? No matter what, he wanted to rest well. Even if there was no bed to lie on, lying on a hay bale would be just as good, or lying on those strange mushrooms.

He used an axe enchanted with precise picking to chop down the mushrooms. The mushroom blocks were indeed very soft, and they were so soft and comfortable that he almost fell into them.

He really almost fell into it, after all, Steve was actually sinking.

The results of it?

I finally laid out the mushroom blocks and was ready to lie down on them comfortably when news came from the piglins over there again.

Telling them they had to go to the big city to complete the transaction and price the price themselves, Steve was forced to climb out of his comfortable mushroom block.

I accepted my fate and prepared to set off on my journey, and I will continue to be busy.

Val looked at Steve, who looked like he was so tired he didn't want to move. After a long silence, he spoke slowly. "I built the house, and Tony Stark gave me the data. Aside from the incident of you being surrounded and danced with at the ball, which really happened, weren't you just faking it out?"

Steve chuckled and pretended not to hear. He took out his axe and patiently chopped down the mushrooms one by one, put them on his body, then turned his head with a sunny face and talked to Val.

"Let's go."

The smile and the words were as bright and exciting as they could be, and then they urged everyone to get ready to set off.

Steve has mastered this little trick of concealing his true thoughts, and Val is too lazy to expose it and just lets it go.

When Steve followed the reporting pig spirit forward, he saw two old acquaintances who had already packed up and were waiting for him there.

A pig spirit. Steve was not surprised by this person. After all, the journey was long, and they had to have a pig spirit following them to prevent them from getting lost.

The other one was indeed Zhu Zhu, which was something Steve had not expected. After all, this guy was the most unreliable and cowardly among the five people he met at that time, and his fighting ability was pitifully weak. He could only be a pendant hanging beside them.

If I only knew the two of them, it would be fine, but there were five people I knew at the time, so why did I choose them?

Steve walked over calmly, very curious.

429 I don't want to think of a name anymore