The oil secreted by the Oil Vine is not only highly flammable, but also has excellent adhesion.
However, this also has a downside: objects stained with Oil Vine oil cannot be immediately removed by washing with running water.
Therefore, the burning oil did not float on the water's surface; instead, it was extinguished as Enzo pushed the mad Living Wood into the water.
The physical pain gradually subsided, and the frenzied movements of the Living Wood gradually decreased, but it was clear that it still had not yet lost its rationality.
"You saved it..."
[ Howling Pothos ] understands the current mood, but has a bad feeling:
Won't it tell on us?
Enzo Shakes the Canopy:
"They've long lost the ability to explain themselves clearly."
"Okay, then should I just pack it up and take it with me? Not to silence you, just for your safety."
Enzo shook the treetops again:
"No, we are bound by rules that restrict us; violating them will result in immediate death."
"What?"
[ Howling Pothos ] was genuinely shocked. Wasn't the Tree Worship Church a power centered on manipulating plants? What kind of bizarre rules were these?
Enzo didn't realize that [ Howling Pothos ] was surprised; he assumed the other party was asking about the contents of his restriction, so he thought for a moment and said:
"There are three rules: first, you cannot leave Fir City or enter enclosed buildings; second, you cannot induce anyone to open the door or meet with your family; and third, you must return to your cell before dawn and bring back your prey."
[ Howling Pothos ] feels like I'm not listening to a strange tale of rules, but rather the operating logic of a robot vacuum cleaner.
Unable to leave home, only able to clean the house.
Do not enter rooms that are not open; just clean the outside.
Remember to return to the base station to charge after you're done scanning.
Isn't this just a robot vacuum cleaner?
Enzo, however, didn't think that much of it and explained to himself:
"Because I can think, there won't be a problem as long as it doesn't treat you as prey. It's as if it didn't beat you, so going back empty-handed is naturally fine too."
"But any one of us who leaves Fir City will die immediately."
[ Howling Pothos ] put aside its wandering thoughts and asked:
Has this been confirmed?
"Yes, there were those who disobeyed that person's orders and died instantly, in ways we couldn't comprehend."
[ Howling Pothos ] fell silent. Regardless of the underlying principles, at least the warden and archbishop of Fir City possessed a certain degree of instant-death ability.
This is very important intelligence. He must reveal this after this trip is over. Otherwise, if everyone teams up to fight the boss and gets wiped out by a single look, the planner of the World of Disorder might lose some more cybernetic relatives.
As dawn broke, [ Howling Pothos ] was about to ask something when she saw Enzo pull the extinguished Living Wood out of the ice cave.
It said to [ Howling Pothos ]:
"We have to go back now. You can take my family with you."
[ Howling Pothos ] shook its head in denial:
"No, wait until tonight, you can watch them leave with your own eyes..."
"Then I will trigger instant death."
Enzo suddenly said with a hint of sadness.
That's really true.
No wonder he only looked towards his home from afar, watching the sliver of light streaming through the crack in the window, instead of going to meet them...
[ Howling Pothos ] sighed and patted his... tree trunk:
"I'll see them off today. Let's meet here tonight."
"No problem."
As dawn broke, the Living Wood that had swept away the Soul Returner and rats from the streets and alleys of Fir City began to move toward the cathedral in the center of Fir City. Many of the Living Wood had some well-proportioned, strangely dressed corpses hanging from their branches.
The survivors, their Soul Returner returning home after the ordeal, left their hiding places and began a new day of activities.
Meanwhile, [ Howling Pothos ] knocked on Enzo's door once again.
This time, an elderly man opened the door for him.
Judging from Enzo's age, the old man should not be over fifty years old now, but the problem is that members of the Tree Worship Church always face the problem of premature aging unless they join the church and receive professional training and cultivation.
Upon entering the house, [ Howling Pothos ] saw Enzo's three family members busy packing their luggage, even his sister was putting her things into a small package.
"Sir, please have a seat."
The old man brought over a not-so-sturdy wooden chair, and apologized with a smile:
I'm sorry you had to see this.
"Fine."
[ Howling Pothos ] doesn't think there's anything wrong with this, but it reminds me of those Soldier Bee who obey traffic laws, and I have to add another reminder:
"You shouldn't bring too much luggage. Enzo has already prepared everything for you over there. Just leave these old furniture here."
He suddenly thought of something and added:
" Enzo told me to tell you that he secretly planted the tree seeds in the gaps in the bed frame."
Whether in the Tree Worship Church or the Second Holy See, tree species are undoubtedly the common currency, and even possess some of the characteristics of blind boxes.
To make life easier in the future, I should definitely take all my savings with me.
And this is also the method Enzo used to gain the trust of his family.
However, it's clear that once [ Howling Pothos ] revealed that Enzo had already found a new job in Valhalla, gaining his trust was no longer an issue.
"This brat... this child!"
Upon hearing [ Howling Pothos's ] reminder, a look of anger immediately appeared on the old man's face.
However, remembering that his son was now a priest, he quickly changed his words to avoid leaving a bad impression on his son's colleagues.
[ Howling Pothos ], of course, didn't care about that. He went to Enzo's seven or eight-year-old sister, watched her pack some children's toys into a bag, and asked in a low voice:
"Little sister, did your brother give you anything? I'd like to borrow it to help your brother trust me."
The little girl thought for a moment, then pulled an ugly wooden carving from her bag and handed it to [ Howling Pothos ].
"This was carved by my brother."
"Hmm, this is... a puppy? A kitten? No, this world..."
[ Howling Pothos ] I stared at it for ages but still couldn't figure out what kind of creature it was. In this world where there are no cats or dogs in the standard sense, could this thing be a Vine Sheep?
The little girl glanced at the [ Howling Pothos ] with some resentment:
"It's me."
[ Howling Pothos ] looked at the child, then at the wood carving, and quickly understood the source of the other person's sense of grievance.
He reached out and gently patted the little girl's head:
"Your brother will definitely become a great artist!"