Abnormal creatures' communication group

The ghost looked at the iron fences and the tightly closed iron gates and moved closer without any expression.

The room inside was very dry, with no lava seeping down. Before, when she was on the road, a drop of lava dripped on her head. She looked up and saw that lava was seeping down from the cracks in the stone above, but it was not hot, so it didn't interest her.

The ghost grave was standing next to the iron fence, observing what might appear inside. There was even a special haystack here, which it remembered the Wither Skeleton had told it about.

This stuff was introduced as a great food, but in the end most of its real effect was used to make mattresses. Sleeping on your back is always more comfortable than standing up.

But I don't know what happened later. In short, the Piglings experienced a long period of turmoil and they were no longer seen using this thing. After all, the transaction of haystacks was very expensive, and the development of the sleeping function caused the group of plunderers to raise the price. Gradually, no Piglings bought this thing.

But there was nothing in the cell except these things, and it looked like the prisoner inside had escaped.

Or maybe nothing was turned off here in the first place.

The ghost calmed down a little and continued to move forward. The corridor was very long, but it would have an end after all. When the ghost reached the end and looked at the downward stairs in front of it, it still rushed down without hesitation.

It is quite interesting to explore unexplored places, although for the ghosts of that time, wandering around in a place is almost the same as getting lost, otherwise, it should have set out to kill the Radiance as soon as possible.

But there is no way because the roads in that underground kingdom are too complicated.

When it left the last step, it could already hear clear roars.

The prison here is no longer empty, but is filled with some kind of creature.

It saw some creatures that looked very similar to piglins, except that half of their faces looked rotten and festering, even corroded to the point of revealing the white bones underneath. Their bodies were also covered with such signs of decay, and even the small intact pieces of skin emitted an abnormal color.

They look a lot like the zombies from the Plants vs. Zombies world.

The ghost thought carelessly.

This pig that looked like a zombie did not react at all to the arrival of the ghost. It just paced back and forth in the small cell, occasionally roaring, as if it was immersed in its own world and completely ignoring what was happening outside.

The ghost observed for a long time, but the other party did not give any response. Even when it stretched out its bone nails and knocked on the iron door a few times very politely, making crisp clanging sounds, they remained indifferent.

But the ghosts clearly felt that their souls were intact, and they were indifferent to some things that happened, as if their souls were broken.

So it continued to move forward, because it sensed something in front of it that looked very similar to the Wither Skeleton, some kind of creature that brought withering and death. Although it seemed to sound completely unrelated to the Void, the Void could completely encompass these characteristics, especially death.

After all, the final appearance of the void is still determined by the ghost.

There was a huge cell in front of it, with only an iron door, no bars, and no window to see clearly inside.

The ghost politely maintained his previous action and knocked on the door, and then heard the sound of chains clashing violently.

Although it was so dark inside that it would be difficult to see what was inside if the ghost did not release the void, the sound of the densely packed chains dragging seemed to leave a clear impression in the ghost's mind.

The iron chains made a friction sound when being dragged on the ground, and when they reached a certain extreme, there was a bang sound. Countless iron chains intertwined and collided with each other, like some kind of densely packed snake den.

When the sound of chains rang out, all the cells responded. There was a knocking sound, and those zombie-like guys were banging on their doors violently.

The ghost plans to share with the chat group the interesting things it encountered during its exploration.

So it opens up the chat group.

At this moment, the piglin guard who was very sleepy was finally shaken awake. He stretched and yawned, and opened his eyes half asleep and half awake, and saw his companion's face full of fear. The expression was so hideous that it scared him.

"Don't scare me, brother." He yelled in dissatisfaction, patted the other's shoulder, and then raised his arm and stretched out a strong stretch. "Shift change, right? I see."

The pig spirit turned its head blankly, then turned back with a dull look, staring at the lazy guy in front of it, staring at him until the other party felt a little guilty.

"Hey! Why are you staring at me like that?" The lazy guy raised his voice loudly, as if he had the upper hand. "I'm not your prisoner."

"and many more!"

"Are you kidding me because I was lazy and sleeping? Come on, what could have happened here? It's so safe here, there's no one around. No one would come here. Besides, I'm not the only one being lazy. You've dozed off here a lot too. Don't look at me with such condemnation."

The more he spoke, the more confident he seemed. In the end, he even felt that being lazy was not shameful. After all, everyone did it, so what was wrong with him doing it?

"Where's the door?" But the piglin ignored him completely, as if immersed in his own world, just narrating something in a completely emotionless machine.

The lazy guy still didn't react, so the other party raised his voice and repeated the question again. "Where's the door?"

"Where did the door go?"

The other party's angry roar suppressed the lazy person's arrogance and caused a burst of murmurs.

"What door? It's just right there—" His words stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face gradually became dull, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

"Where's the door?" He staggered and ran over like a mad dog.

"How could this happen?" He fumbled around the block where the door was no longer there, trying to find evidence of the door's existence.

But no matter how frantically he looked for it, he couldn't find it. After all, it had been swallowed by the ghost into the void. Even if he got it back, it was unknown whether he could still use it.

This lazy guy finally sat on the ground in despair, rarely regretting his dereliction of duty.

But what's the point of regretting? What happened is what happened.

"! Quick, go ring the bell, go notify everyone!" The pig spirit that came over roared loudly and walked over, kicking the guy sitting on the ground a few times in frustration. "Go! Go! Don't just lie there!"

"Yes, there's still time, there's still hope." The lost pig spirit reacted immediately and ran hurriedly, fearing that he would be a little slow.

"There's no movement in there yet. Maybe it hasn't come to the worst. Maybe it's just a thief who sneaked in. Maybe he hasn't reached the bottom yet." He comforted himself as he hurried over. In the end, he seemed to accept his own comfort and laughed.

When the bells rang throughout the city.

All creatures received it.

Whether it was Steve and his group who were trading, or the group of cell people who were watching the show idly, even the ghosts deep underground could not help but raise their heads and look towards the source of the sound.

Then, all the pig spirits put down what they were doing. Those who were buying things put down what they wanted to buy, and those who were selling things just left their things there without paying any attention to them. The patrolling ones also deviated from their direction, and the gatekeepers also left the place they were guarding.

They moved towards that place in unison, wearing good armor and with serious and sacrificial expressions on their faces.

The same goes for Zhu Xi and Zhu Zhu. Even if they have no idea what is going on, as long as their companions take such actions, they will do the same without lagging behind.

"It seems that the ghost has caused a big trouble." The cell man looked meaningfully at the direction where all the pig spirits went, moved the bones all over his body, and followed without hesitation.

When the Withered Skeleton heard the word "ghost", he immediately became concerned. His originally nonchalant look changed instantly. He tried to run over quickly, but was held back by the Flame Man. He could only move forward at a snail's pace like those ghosts.

Seeing that everyone had caught up, Val continued to move forward, dragging the half-dead guy. The little robot that had been hiding behind him cautiously popped its head out and looked at the demon.

As a result, before he could take two more steps, the guy was stepped on several times. He made a few weak groans and looked like he was about to die at any moment.

Val reluctantly stuffed a golden apple into the other person's mouth. Seeing that the other person's condition improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, he felt relieved and continued to drag the apple forward.

As his condition recovered, the plunderer leader slowly opened his eyes. Before he had time to think about other things, such as why he was still alive, he saw a shadow coming over his head.

The leader of the plunderers wanted to roar in fear, but the things on his body were tied so tightly that he couldn't even speak.

The opponent's strong foot stepped straight on his head, stepping heavily and making him dizzy.

Fortunately, at least he was still alive. The plunderer leader endured the pain and silently comforted himself. The next moment, he saw a new shadow.

A piglin in the group who had just stepped past couldn't help but pause, wondering if he had stepped on something soft. The next moment, he ignored it and continued on his way.

Perhaps there were too many piglins. After a while, the little robot loudly reminded him that the plunderer leader was about to die. He turned around and saw that the guy was half dead again. This was not good. He still had questions to ask. He impatiently stuffed a few golden apples into the little robot and gave orders.

If this guy is about to die, just stuff an apple into his mouth.

How could it be so fragile? He looked at the wasted golden apples and felt a little distressed.

He hoped that the intelligence he would gain in the end would be more valuable than these golden apples. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind burying the other party alive in the sand.

And the ghost at the center of the incident has no idea that so many people are looking for it.

It simply put its hand on the door, wondering whether to open it.

According to his previous personality, he would open the door no matter what ghost was inside, then rush in expressionlessly and crush the things inside.

But this is not its place. No matter what it does, it must be prepared to pay the price and bear the responsibility for its own actions. Ghosts like to fight, not trouble, so the ghost is very hesitant. It doesn't know whether it can bear this kind of thing.

It wasn't until the message in the chat group that it came back to its senses.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Congratulations, you seem to have done something remarkable, so much so that everyone is rushing to your side.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I only took down the door.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Ha, this kind of excuse is meaningless to me. If you tell those guys that they look like they are mad, that may not be the case.

They all seem to be determined to die, so ghost, what exactly did you do and what door did you tear down? I am still very curious, but let’s not talk about it for now. It will be interesting only if you observe it yourself.

The ghost glanced at the iron door, trying to think about what might be behind it, and then shook his head slightly.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I don’t know.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Wouldn't that be even more interesting? Only the unknown unknown can be called a surprise. I can't wait to watch the excitement.

448 The End of Plants

Sunflower is really busy.

To be precise, all living creatures that can still move and think are very busy. It is really difficult to build their own civilization on a pile of ruins.

Not to mention that they are also responsible for comforting those once ignorant zombies, which undoubtedly increases their workload.

So the sunflower was busy running around, so busy that almost the whole plant turned into a piece of paper painting and floated into the sky.

When it floats up into the sky again, it will coax the newly born plants and then take the troublesome zombies to the big-mouthed flower and put them in solitary confinement.

Because this is the path he chose himself, he will complete it with gritted teeth.

But if you ask him if he regrets it, he won't regret it at all.

Even if time could be reversed and we could go back to that time, and the doctor asked him that question, put the right of choice in his hands, and told him that the lives of an entire vibrant race were in his hands, he would give up this right without hesitation, and then grit his teeth and shoulder the extra responsibility.

Even if this choice sounds so stupid, even if he seems like an idiot for making this choice.

But this was the choice he made in his heart.

He was willing to fight for the weak plants with his thin and powerless body, so now he can naturally shoulder the fate of another race.

Besides, he is not alone.

Sunflower turned her head slightly, with an unchanging smile on her face. All around her were rolling tall nuts, corn cannons pushed by corn pitchers, and people crawling all the way... ?

and many more.

Isn’t this right?

The sunflower immediately scattered a seed, which immediately expanded into a huge leaf when it landed on the ground, blocking the Pea Shooter from rolling down the slope. After perfectly fulfilling its duty, the huge leaf turned yellow, withered, shriveled, and disappeared on the ground.

The poor pea shooter who almost fell into the ground due to sudden braking raised his head, shook it hard twice, and then continued to move forward in a jumping manner.

Fortunately.

It seems that one of the little guys who was doing his job had just a minor problem.

The sunflower shook its two leaves slightly, not taking it too seriously.

Until he saw a zombie head rolling down, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

What's even more outrageous is that the grunt rolled behind the head, followed by a headless body running fast.

"Wait wait wait wait, don't roll so fast!"

A noisy sound came from that side, and Sunflower couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the other person's head that was screaming, or the other person's abdomen that was screaming... the trachea screaming.

What the hell is this?

He shook his head violently, almost shaking off the petals on his head, in an attempt to drive away this strange illusion.

Am I hallucinating from being so busy for so long? Maybe I really need a break...

But the cruel reality told him that what he saw was not an illusion. The zombie without a head, or perhaps with its head screaming, was right in front of him.

He threw another seed out of the soft leaf that he had rolled up. Unlike the previous one, the version that fell this time was more like some kind of sturdy fishing net. Although it was still a huge green leaf, it wrapped up the zombie and his head as soon as it came into contact with them, as if it were a delicate gift.

But this was not enough. Sunflower skipped over and was still trying to maintain that warm smile, but it looked a little stiff.

"...Did something bad happen to you?"

Sunflower looked up at the wrapped ball, and heard a fierce struggle from the green leaves, but there was no answer he wanted. His smile, which was already unsustainable, was on the verge of collapse, and he could not afford to waste his time.

If it weren't for the doctor's patient guidance, he might have revealed his violent nature long ago, but now there are too many places that need him, so he can only suppress it.

A green shovel appeared out of thin air on the broad leaves. This strengthened plant is difficult to wither naturally and requires some external force.

He used the shovel to hit the roots of the plant hard, cutting off the last source of energy.

The plant withered rapidly and melted into the soil that gave birth to it.

The zombie still maintained the posture of being trapped inside, holding his head with one hand and thrusting his other elbow forward. As a result, the object blocking him was gone and he lost his balance instantly.

The head, which was not clamped tightly to begin with, flew out instantly, and the remaining headless body could not help but fall forward.

"what--"