It jumped over those heavy boxes and landed in front of a stone platform.
There was a floating ice leaf on the stone platform. The ice leaf was covered by a very special bamboo cage. It was not easy to take it out.
The little Nine-tailed Dragon was very smart. After knowing that it was an ice leaf, it used the Samadhi Fox Fire to surround the bamboo cage and used high temperature to melt the ice leaf.
The ice leaf was very special. It melted very slowly, but it could be seen that the leaf was turning into droplets of water that flowed out through the gaps of the bamboo cage. The little Nine-tailed Dragon stuck out its little tongue and licked the droplets of water off the ice leaf.
Although it took some time, it could be considered that he had successfully obtained this special ice leaf!
…
"Housekeeper, housekeeper, why did you let someone put our god's lychees in the private storage!" The female servant ran into the room and said to the black-bearded housekeeper.
"What lychees? The private storage has been sealed. It can't be opened. "
"He San sent the lychees. They are used to make lychee wine. That wine needs to be made with fresh fruit pulp. The brewing period is exactly twenty days. Our god wants to drink it when he returns," the female servant said anxiously.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"I ordered my subordinates to carry it to the courtyard. I didn't expect them to be so muddle-headed."
"Okay, okay, I'll go open the door for you."
"Okay, I'll ask someone to help."
Zhu Minglang followed the female servant to the private storage of the altar of earth.
The black-bearded housekeeper was very cautious. He removed the restriction and opened the stone door. His eyes did not leave Zhu Minglang and the female servant for a moment. He specially said, "Don't touch anything here!"
"It's there, it's there. It's that box. Hurry up and take it away. Don't let it spoil here. The taste is very important," the female servant said.
Zhu Minglang nodded his head and walked towards the box of lychees. When he opened the box to check, he stretched out a palm and kept the little Nine-tailed Dragon who was hiding in the dark back into his Spirit Domain without anyone noticing.
He picked up the lychees and walked out of the private storage of tribute.
The black-bearded butler kept an eye on Zhu Minglang and the waitress the entire time, ensuring that they did not touch anything inside. However, the black-bearded butler would never have thought that the thief was already inside and had eaten his fill.
Zhu Minglang had only come here to take the little Nine-tailed Dragon back into Spirit Realm. He couldn't do this through the seal and restrictions.
There was barely any energy fluctuation when Dragon Shepard summoned his dragon pet, which was why the summoning was so obvious. It was useless for the steward to stare at Zhu Minglang. All he had to do was turn his back so that Zhu Minglang wouldn't see the pattern on his palm. It wasn't hard.
The black-bearded butler closed the vault and resealed it. He didn't find anything unusual, so he let Zhu Minglang and the waitress leave.
Although the female attendant had the God Servant Seal, she did not know that Zhu Minglang had done all this.
Zhu Minglang only needed to tell the waitress that the lychees had been moved inside, and then he would help her carry them out.
"It's the last bit of spirit potential. It's going very well." Zhu Minglang looked at the little Nine-tailed Dragon with a round belly and couldn't help but smile.
It seemed that the little guy had eaten a lot of other spirit fruits.
After digesting them, its cultivation would probably increase by a lot.
… …
On this day, Zhu Minglang was sweeping the fallen leaves along the long path as usual.
The little Nine-tailed Dragon was helping him. Its tail was much more efficient than Zhu Minglang's.
At this time, a few people in black walked along the path and bumped into Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang kept a low profile as usual. As a god of sweeping, he could perfectly be "inconspicuous". However, for some reason, the people who came this time were staring at Zhu Minglang.
"It's you," said Liu Cuo.
"Oh, Supervisor Liu …" Zhu Minglang also recognized this person.
"Do you know how to repent?" Liu Cuo questioned Zhu Minglang.
"Repent for what?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"You're quite stubborn. I originally wanted to reduce your time by one month, but it seems that there's no need. The nursery is a place full of outstanding people. It's not a bad thing for an impetuous person like you to reflect here." Liu Cuo flicked his sleeve and left.
"He doesn't know how to repent. Then let him work in the funeral garden. It's suitable for him," said one of the attendants.
"Good idea. You can work in the funeral garden for a while." Liu Cuo nodded.
"I don't care. It's all about doing chores." Zhu Minglang didn't care.
… …
The funeral garden was the funeral garden.
Its main job was to bury the dead young spirits in the mountains. This job could be described as dirty and tiring.
Zhu Minglang didn't care. When he arrived at the funeral garden, he was surprised to find that the garden watcher, who liked to drink, was there too.
"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to clean the garden for God?" The garden watcher looked at Zhu Minglang with surprise.
"Supervisor Liu Cuo didn't like me, so he threw me here. What about you, Uncle?" Zhu Minglang pretended not to know and asked.
"Ah, don't mention it. Drinking makes things worse. Drinking makes things worse. In the future, we'll work hard here. Don't make any more mistakes," said the garden watcher, Uncle Drunkard. As he spoke, he didn't forget to take a big gulp to calm himself down.
This person was optimistic. As long as there was wine to drink, it didn't matter where he worked.
Zhu Minglang originally felt a little guilty, but seeing that he wasn't that pessimistic, it didn't matter.
Some things, who knew if it was a blessing?
"Manager, take care of this batch of young spirits." At this time, a few bull-shaped dragon beasts carried sacks of young spirits' corpses. They poured them all into a big wooden trough.
"How did they die? They don't look old enough." Zhu Minglang was a little confused.
"Do you think I need you to ask? Do your work! "The man who carried the corpses of the young spirits said angrily.
Zhu Minglang and the garden watcher, Uncle Drunkard, worked together. They arranged the corpses of the young spirits and threw them into a wooden slide.
The slide was like a canal for water. It was quite wide, and it could accommodate the large young spirits.
The canal was very long. It slid along the high point of the mountain until it reached a place where people couldn't see. In the end, the corpses were piled up to the bottom. As for what happened at the bottom of the mountain, no one knew.
"The road seems to be blocked. Go take a look," said the garden watcher.
"Okay."
Zhu Minglang jumped onto the back of Nine-Tailed Dragon and let it carry him down the mountain.
Following the wooden slide, Zhu Minglang reached the middle of the mountain. It was actually very steep.
Zhu Minglang discovered that the wooden slide had many gaps. The corpses of the young spirits were randomly thrown into the cliffs, mountain streams, valleys, and forests. Then, nature would decompose them.
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