"It's okay to teach you, but what are you doing buying grain? You can now plant two hundred acres a day, which is enough to feed the people in this world, and you still want to buy grain?" Nigris used his soul to transmit a wave of information: "

Okay, I’m done teaching.”

"Seed." Ange responded.

"Buy the grain and plant it? Don't you have the seeds yourself?" Nigris was surprised. The seeds cultivated by Ange have quite a high yield. Is it necessary to buy other seeds for planting?

"If different seeds are planted together, they will not degenerate." Ange said.

Nigris thought for a while before he understood the meaning of Ange's words, and his eyes widened: "Are you talking about hybridization? Preventing seed degradation? Can you think so far?"

Ange tilted his head in confusion, why didn't he want to go so far? He is a professional at growing vegetables.

In the past in the Palace of Rest, he had experienced seed degradation. He managed to maintain the growth rate of the seeds, but the yield, resistance to pests, resistance to lodging and root system were not good. Now that the conditions are available, why not

improve?

After sorting out the information from Nigris, okay, I learned it.

That's the cool thing about being an undead creature. It's not too convenient to learn something like direct soul transfer. It's not too convenient to learn magic words, mathematics, arcana and the like that have to be memorized by rote.

"If you are just receiving transmissions, you don't need to turn on all the functions of the transmission array. You can just turn on the coordinates, which can save a lot of energy." Although the knowledge was transmitted, Nigris was still afraid that Ange would make a mistake and lose control of his mouth.

Give pointers.

Ange waved his hand and opened the coordinates.

Continuing to get familiar with other functions, suddenly a point on the coordinate system map glowed yellow and flashed slowly.

"What is it?" Ange asked, waving his hand.

"No! That's a request..." Nigris shouted, but it was too late. The yellow bright point had moved to the center of the coordinate system diagram and the bright light disappeared.

After a long while, a weak voice came over: "Hello... hello, can you hear me?"

Nigris covered his face and said with his soul: "That is a sign requesting communication. If you connect it, doesn't it mean you are telling the other party that the world transfer station is open?"

"Can't tell?" Ange tilted his head.

"Don't move." Nigris sighed, not daring to let Ange control it anymore. His little paws scratched the coordinate system. After a while, he breathed out: "It's okay, okay, no markings, no

exposed.”

Oh my God, the World Transfer Station. If someone discovers that the World Transfer Station has reopened, all planes will go crazy. Those people will desperately search for the location here, and then come to snatch it at all costs.

World transfer station, mastering this place is equivalent to mastering the transportation thoroughfares of countless planes. You can make a fortune by just sitting on the ground and collecting money.

Ange tilted his head, obviously not understanding.

Nigris explained: "Space magic has no markings or anything like that. It is impossible to connect to a teleportation point. There is a big sign there saying so-and-so teleportation array, right. Only it tells you who it is.

, you just know who it is, that’s the logo.”

"If you don't turn on the logo, even if others connect to it, they won't know that this is a world transfer station. Why is the coordinate system map so precious? Even if others don't tell you, you can still know who the other party is." Nigris moved closer to the light spot.

Look: "Unknown coordinate point? Well, this is embarrassing."

I just boasted about the power of the coordinate system, but now I don't know which place is on the opposite side.

"There is only one situation. This place is new and has never appeared in the coordinate system." Negris said with certainty.

"Oh." Angela's straw hat turned into a human and asked: "Who are you?"

"Ah? Ah! There is a response, there is a response, miko, come on, come on, there is a response." A very excited and excited voice came from the other side. After some noise, it quickly became quiet again, and then, a voice with a strange accent

A strange female voice sounded:

"Hello...Hello, great Lord of Purple Bones, I finally got your response. I am a witch from the Purple Bones clan. My name is Zigui. I pray to you sincerely and wish your soul peace." Following this witch,

If so, a ball of soul flame appeared out of nowhere and submerged into Ange's body.

A miko who made contact with me inexplicably turned out to be a believer in immortality.

But it’s not surprising. The Immortal Empire was at its peak back then and shocked all the worlds. Which plane would not have immortal believers? Maybe Ange could use the teleportation array to travel to other planes and harvest a lot of faith energy.

.

"What purple skeleton?" Ange asked.

"Ah? Purple bones? Purple bones are purple bones." the witch said.

Nigris guessed: "It can't be the mourning skeleton. I don't know which small plane encountered the purple-gold skeleton, leaving behind the legend of the Lord of the Purple Skeleton, and then formed a primitive worship and built a teleportation array.

I contact the World Transfer Station from time to time, trying to find the Lord of the Purple Skeleton, just like Felin Eske and the others, who come here to try their luck from time to time, trying to contact the Palace of Rest."

Speaking of the purple-gold skeleton, Ange immediately thought of that purple-gold figure, the most powerful skeleton under the Immortal King, the Lord of Mourning...what was his name?

Ange tilted his head, not remembering the name of the Lord of Mourning. He was just a little skeleton growing vegetables. Who would tell him the name of the Lord of Mourning? It was dozens of levels away. The lord who created him did not engrave these names on it.

into his soul, he had no choice but to turn around and ask Nigris.

"The name is Locke, nicknamed Jiangu, and the full name is Jiangu Locke. These native undead creatures are named randomly." Nigris curled his lips and said with a slight disdain, but his eyes were a little flinching.

There was no way, it was the king's intention to capture it, but it was Locke who did it. It was a humiliating experience with no power to fight back. Apart from looking for a sense of superiority in the name, he couldn't find it in other aspects.

I hope that the purple and gold bones will disappear completely together with the king, Nigris prayed with a guilty conscience.

Ange thought of another question: "What is the king's name?" Ange had never asked the king's name. Anyway, calling him king was enough, and he didn't need to know the details. But now that he was asking, he would just ask one more question.

"The king's name is... his name... the king's name is..." Negris said several times in a row, his voice getting lower each time, and his expression became more and more frightened: "I know the king's name, but I can't remember it.

My memory, my memory has been sealed!"

The scary thing about memory seals is that you usually don't feel any abnormalities at all, but there are some things that you just can't remember. If Ange hadn't asked him this question, Nigris would never have realized that his memory was sealed.

Pass.

Ange tilted his head and said in confusion: "You are sealed."

The expression on Nigris's face was stagnant. Yes, he was sealed in the first place. He was sealed in the Book of Brass and part of his memory was sealed. What's so strange about it?

Realizing this, Nigris felt relaxed: "It's okay, okay, it's not about sealing the memory, it's about sealing everything."

Perhaps there was no response from Ange for too long, and the witch's voice sounded again in the light spot: "Lord of the Purple Skeleton, are you still there?"

"It's not the Purple Bones, it's the Lord of Mourning." Ange corrected, Locke is the Lord of Mourning, not the Lord of the Purple Bones.

"Ah? Is it the Lord of Mourning? Is this your real name? Great Lord of Mourning, our Ziskeleton clan has been guarding your hand bones. We established our clan in your name and pray for your protection.

Lord, please save me, the Ziskeleton clan, we are being attacked by plague and hunger, please protect us."

Following the voice of the witch, another large ball of soul flame was projected over. The opposite side seemed to be an abyssal plane, and Ange was also in an abyssal plane. They were both worlds without plane barriers, and the energy delivered was not very attenuated.

big.

A soul flame of this scale cannot be formed by one or two people. When it is thrown into Ange's soul, it is also mixed with some images.

It was an open space in a primeval forest, surrounded by simple leather tents. A large group of people in leather clothes and skirts formed a circle and kept kowtowing.

Two old wizards with colorful paint on their bodies were dancing a weird ji dance, with bursts of energy spreading from their bodies.

A witch with wheat-colored skin knelt in front of the teleportation array and said something to a purple-gold hand bone.

It's just that the proportions of the hand bones are a little wrong, and they are smaller than the witches and others. If the proportions of the hand bones are normal, then these people are at least between two and a half to three meters tall. They are simply little giants.

That ball of soul flame formed a symbol in Ange's soul. At this point, there are four symbols in Ange's soul.

Four? Isn't it three? Ange, who was a bit strange, counted it, and it was indeed four, Lisa's, Oak's, Miko Zisui's, and one turned out to be a silver coin. When did the silver coin become a knot?

Symbol?

Nigris finally came to his senses: "Hand bones? Zijin's hand bones? Guarding? Where are Locke's hand bones?!"

Ange nodded, he had already seen the hand bones from the image mixed with soul flames, purple and gold, complete from the elbow down.

"Pass it here." Ange said.

"Ah? Lord of Mourning, this is the only token we can have to connect with you. Can you let us keep it? Otherwise we will lose all contact with you." Zi Ku's voice became hesitant.

Her ancestors built the teleportation array through some information left in the hand bones. If it were passed on, wouldn't she lose the token of contact with the Lord of Mourning forever?

Lost contact? No way. Ange touched the symbol belonging to Zigui and transmitted a thought: "Pass it here."

Zi Gu, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped up in fright. Ange's voice actually sounded directly in her heart instead of coming through the teleportation array.

With such a miracle, Zi Gu dared to hesitate. He quickly put his hand bone up and activated the teleportation array.

Nigris pressed 'Receive' on the coordinate system, and the entire control room suddenly trembled slightly.

What was shaking was not the main control room, but the teleportation array at the top. Between the two stone pillars, a burst of teleportation white light flashed, and a purple-gold hand bone appeared between the stone pillars.

Ange noticed that this method of transmission was different from the time he came to this world.

At that time, a light film appeared between the two stone pillars, and he walked through it like a door. But this time it was directly transmitting light. Is there any difference between the two?

…

The bones of his hand were heavy, like metal, and vaguely carried a familiar power. Ange had felt this power before his immortal soul disappeared.

"It's Locke's hand bone, and it's this aura. How did his hand fall into this... purple skeleton plane? Did it die in that plane?" Negris said.

Ange ignored him, but brought a bucket, filled it with water, cast a purification spell to purify it into holy water, then put a bottle of essence and a pack of holy mushroom powder on it, and started the teleportation array.

There is no need to go back to the control room. Ange's left hand can control the teleportation array anytime and anywhere. The control room is more like a place for those who don't have leather bracelets.
To be continued...