Farming Was One Thing, but Why Were They Burying Corpses Too?

"Come!"

Long Yi's voice faded.

Immediately, Gu Chen, who had been waiting nearby, lunged forward.

At this moment, many people noticed Gu Chen's figure.

But then, all attention was focused on the figures standing on Gu Chen.

"Is that Human Race?"

Some people blinked, wondering if they were seeing things.

"Why is a powerful Human Race carrying this Dragon Race cub that Atavism?"

Just as everyone was greatly surprised, Gu Chen had already arrived above Li Baimei's head under everyone's gaze.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Several figures flashed off Gu Chen 'Gu Chen back and stood to one side.

"Wow, it's huge!"

Mu Fan glanced at the top of Li Baimei's head and sighed.

"Li Baimei's methods are perfectly suited to our group."

"This platform is perfect; everyone could easily build a small outhouse here."

Zhong Ming nodded, and at the same time took out a shovel, saying:

"Since it's so spacious, I'll just build a grave here."

At the same time, Luo Ling'er rolled up her sleeves.

Instantly, pots and pans were neatly arranged on top of Li Baimei's head.

This...

Many people were momentarily stunned upon seeing this situation.

According to their thinking, given Li Baimei's current disadvantageous position, the Dragon Race, or rather the Beast Race, would inevitably be preparing to use some extremely lethal methods, and if given the opportunity, they would not hesitate to kill Li Baimei.

However, the current situation has left them somewhat uncertain.

This group of young men and women seemed to have come from nowhere, but judging from their appearance and demeanor, they didn't seem to be there to attack Li Baimei. Instead, they appeared to be on an outing.

Not only were these people surprised, but even Xu Tianmiao, Lu Xun, and Qian Guiyi were somewhat puzzled for a moment.

The original plan to intervene and protect Li Baimei was temporarily put on hold.

They wanted to figure out what the Beast Race were up to.

Or, to put it another way, what other underhanded tactics do the Beast Race have up their sleeves?

If Li Baimei were to identify the cause for them, it would certainly be a contribution.

Rub!

Above Li Baimei, beneath the large cauldron in front of Luo Ling'er, flames suddenly ignited.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Luo Ling'er swiftly took out ingredients and placed them on a floating cutting board, working on them with lightning speed.

Then, with a single, seemingly grasping motion, he began to stir-fry the large wok under the watchful eyes of countless people.

This scene left countless people stunned.

"Is this... cooking? Am I seeing things?"

Someone had a strange look on their face.

"Did you know that? The three Beast Race risked their lives to immobilize Li Baimei, and that's what they did?"

Others stared intently at Luo Ling'er and the others, their faces full of contemplation.

"Strange, who exactly are these people? Judging from their demeanor, it seems like the Beast Race intentionally invited them here to have some fun."

Most people, however, didn't have many thoughts; they were simply confused.

They were eager to know: what was the purpose of doing this?

"Those are farming tools."

At this moment, some people noticed Jin Fugui and saw the object he took out.

Although it seemed unbelievable, many people were intrigued when they saw Jin Fugui pick it up with both hands and stare at Li Baimei.

"Looks like at least there's someone doing something productive now."

Judging from Jin Fugui's current posture, it was clear to them that he intended to do something to Li Baimei's head.

Regardless of whether it will be effective, at least in their view, this is what should be done most in the current situation.

"But it seems unlikely that such an object could actually cause any real harm to Li Baimei, right?" Someone gently shook their head.

Li Baimei's body was enormous, and several figures stood atop his head without making the space feel crowded.

Compared to its enormous size, this farm tool is practically nothing more than a toothpick.

Moreover, although Li Baimei, as an Emperor Realm expert, does not primarily focus on cultivating his physical body, the intense battle he fought earlier was enough to demonstrate the strength of his physical body in his current state.

After all, even the strongest members of the three Sacred Beast Race couldn't easily break through its defenses.

Almost as soon as everyone was thinking, Jin Fugui raised his hand and swung his weapon down.

Laugh.

The next moment, to everyone's astonishment, the farm tool easily embedded itself into Li Baimei's scalp.

Then, as if loosening the soil, the whole piece was dug up.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

One time, another time, and another time.

In the blink of an eye, a sizable pit was dug into Li Baimei's scalp, much like a piece of clay that had been excavated.

"This..."

Seeing such an unbelievable scene, countless people present were completely dumbfounded.

I can't understand it, I really can't understand it.

Sometimes, one might suspect that the object the other person was holding was indeed extraordinary, as it had actually managed to easily peel open Li Baimei's scalp.

The problem is, even if they really manage to dig it open now, it makes one wonder if they can really hold out until then if they think they can hurt Li Baimei with such a small tool.

After all, this efficiency is still too slow.

"This?"

Someone gasped in surprise again.

"There's actually a master here."

In fact, even before his exclamation rang out, many people had already turned their gaze to another direction.

There, a figure was swinging a shovel with such skill and speed that it almost left afterimages.

As a result of their labor, a series of small rectangular pits appeared one after another.

It seems to prioritize quantity over depth.

"This... this... this..."

Someone said with a strange expression,

"Why do I feel like those two are here to farm... Wait, what kind of seeds were those that were just scattered in there?"

"So they really are here to farm, huh!"

Seeing Jin Fugui's act of planting the seed, and then immediately covering the hole, the eerie atmosphere on the field became extremely intense.

On the other side, Zhong Ming also stopped, took out the corpses one by one, and buried them next to the deep pit.

Then he raised his hand and waved it.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The corpses fell into the pit in almost identical rows.

This scene left countless people present speechless with astonishment.

"Farming is one thing, but why bury corpses here?"

Amidst the general's bewildered and shocked reaction, a few members of the Human Race frowned slightly, exchanged glances, and finally returned their gaze to the corpse in front of Zhong Ming.

Finally, one person couldn't help but say:

"But I really feel like these... are our ancestors."

"But... it shouldn't be possible, right?"

Another person murmured.

"Our ancestors are buried in the ancestral tombs, why would they come here?"

The shock and disbelief at this scene were not limited to the Human Race; the Beast Race also reacted similarly.

"Dragon Ancestor."

The Dragon King clan transmitted his voice to Long Yi, asking, "Are you still holding on over there?"