Although he had successfully gained a "minion" with [Animate Dead], He Xi still felt that this skill really wasn't something a respectable person would use.
The reason was that the undead he had created with his own hands had run away!
Earlier, while talking with Wilson, He Xi hadn't paid much attention to the newly risen undead.
The skeleton seemed to be following some remnant instinct, wandering around aimlessly, so He Xi hadn't thought much of it.
Then, the moment he looked away, it was gone.
At that moment, He Xi was considering a very serious question: Did the undead I created myself really not follow my orders?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he froze.
Uh... no, that wasn't right...
I don't think... I gave it any orders.
Since things had come to this, all he could do was hurry and find it.
He looked toward Bruce, who was not far away, and felt even more of a headache. That stupid dog had inexplicably dumped all the coins from the two purses Dimi and Wilson had "offered" onto the grass, laying them out in neat rows as if conducting some kind of mysterious ritual of worshiping money. He Xi had been about to go over and give him a piece of his mind, but Bruce was wagging his tail and looking pleased with himself. "He Xi, all set! Count the money!"
Well...
He Xi helplessly patted his dog's head, then used all three hands to put the coins back into the purses.
"Fifteen Silver Scales and sixty-two copper nails in all. Good work. But next time, you don't need to spread them out so much."
"Now hurry up and sniff around. See which way that skeleton went."
Bruce had been basking in the joy of their haul.