"Keeping a cat?"
"Well, things have reached this point, and Weng Ling has little more to say. Moreover, the group of goblins led by Yethree Ming should also be fed something, or else drinking that strange green water every day might not sustain them for long.
"Well... just be mindful of propriety and avoid incidents like the one here."
"Rest assured, I may lack many things, but a sense of propriety is not one of them!"
With a wave of his hand, Yethree Ming tied the rat cages to the cart.
"So, should we leave now?" Weng Ling looked at the burning house with some concern.
Yethree Ming gave her a disdainful glance. "Why the rush? I still need to check a corpse."
The so-called "checking a corpse" was, of course, not about touching the pile of flesh gnawed into bits by the magic rats. Yethree Ming's target was the last house, where Lao Jiang and the others slept.
After rummaging in that room for a while, he indeed found a sturdy wooden box. Opening it revealed a dazzling display of silver coins, instantly dazzling him.
It seemed Lao Jiang's business was quite lucrative, although not excessively so, totaling just over fifty gold coins.
Of course, for Yethree Ming, this amount was sufficient for a very comfortable life, but for commoners, fifty gold coins could provide a good living.
"You... isn't this inappropriate?" Weng Ling hesitated to say the word 'robbery.'
Yethree Ming slammed the money box onto the cart, shrugged, and said, "These things are useless when people are dead. Rather than letting them go cheaply to others, why not let us benefit, right?"
Weng Ling stared for a moment, seeming to find some logic in his words.
"But now we really need to hurry and leave. Come on, you push the cart, I'll cover."
Yethree Ming pointed in the direction of White Rock Village in the distance. A slender flame dragon was moving towards them, probably people from there who noticed the fire and rushed to help.
"Ah! Okay, okay."
Weng Ling quickly agreed; if caught red-handed, she felt she might wish for death.
However, as they passed by Lao Jiang's body, Yethree Ming deliberately stopped for a moment. To his surprise, he found only a pile of bloodstains left, saving him the trouble of eliminating evidence.
And so, like a couple eloping, the two of them, pushing an overloaded cart, creaked and groaned along the dark muddy path. Yethree Ming occasionally had to turn back to pick up small items like pots and pans that had fallen due to the bumps.
Finally, they managed to return to Yethree Ming's farm in the late night.
"Where were you two? Why are you panting so heavily?"
Bed saw Yethree Ming and Weng Ling looking around suspiciously, asking strangely.
"Quick, unload the cart and then go to sleep!" Yethree Ming looked at the sky and felt a sense of urgency.
They didn't spend much time at Lao Jiang's smoked meat workshop, but they only acted in the late night. If it weren't for the mad dash, they wouldn't have made it back before dawn.
Just as they returned, Bed, strangely, was messing around with Old Gu in front of the black bull, looking puzzled.
When he saw them, Yethree Ming couldn't help but get angry.
Wasn't his 10-point soul power money? Spendthrift old fox!
"What's the fuss? I know it's cold. If nothing's wrong, help me close the door when you leave."
Yethree Ming spread the quilt, then thought better of it, picked it up, and wrapped it around himself.
The short and narrow wooden bed was uncomfortable to lie on, completely mismatched with his tall and straight figure. Besides, as long as he stayed inside, the effect would still work. So, he decided to sit for two hours.
Weng Ling, hugging her arms and teeth chattering, watched as Bed imitated them by wrapping himself in a quilt, then sat across from Yethree Ming, rolling her eyes. Old Gu and Dong Chen Xi Jiu, the two boys, stood stiffly in the corner without moving.
"They... Did they forget to buy their quilts?"
"No, they can endure the cold; they don't need them." Yethree Ming shrugged.
"But what are you doing?" Weng Ling asked in confusion.
She wasn't surprised that the room was so cold; after all, Old Gu's abilities were unfathomable, and who knows if it's the same principle as the wooden house that was solidified with Grand Tree Art.
But why did these perfectly healthy people not go to sleep and instead stay in this ice-cold room? A new trend in gaming?
"Cultivation!" Yethree Ming furrowed his brows solemnly.
"We are cultivating our will and body. When we can endure even this cold, what challenges in the world can we not overcome?"
"Hmm... I don't quite understand, but it seems to make a little sense." Weng Ling shivered, blinking her eyes.
"Hey, why aren't you going to sleep yet?" Yethree Ming noticed that Weng Ling showed no signs of leaving.
"I... I also want to cultivate. But I've just started. Can I borrow Bed's quilt for now?" Weng Ling gritted her teeth.
From tonight's events, even if her combat power is strong, it's useless if her will isn't firm. At critical moments, she may not even be as good as Yethree Ming.
Seeing their cultivation method, she couldn't go back and sleep peacefully!
"Uh..."
Yethree Ming opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.
This girl with a peculiar thought process really stumped him...