Malin held a knife he took from these snake spirits, sharpening its somewhat dull blade with his finger, while he listened to the Prairie Elf commander explaining the origins of these snake spirits. First of all, these so-called Soss snake people come from a lower plane and are likely the offspring of a snake deity. Of course, you know, there are differences even among evil deities. The most top-notch evil deities are like the likes of those small-time traffickers, while this snake deity isn’t particularly powerful. The only reason it garners any attention from other deities is because of its poison. Of course, to someone like Nameless, they’re not much different from mosquitoes. However, the problem is, this guy is well-hidden in the lower planes, and all the snake spirits’ brains are locked with a maze. Anyone who thinks about this coordinate or the moment these snake spirits are possessed, their brains explode like fireworks — Malin, skeptical, witnessed one snake spirit’s brain burst like salty tofu pudding with his own eyes. Because these guys appear more in the outer and lower planes, the Prairie Elves usually don’t want to meddle — there are too many troubles under the sky, which they can’t manage. But this time, these snake spirits clearly crossed the line. As the commander put it, this time they must hit these snake spirits and their deities hard. Malin nodded, then looked at the only snake spirit prisoner still standing — it was the first to surrender with its hands up during the one-sided battle. The snake spirit whose brain turned to mush was the second — which is why it exploded so spectacularly. Malin initially thought this was a universal gesture throughout the universe, but later the commander told Malin that they probably learned it from humans they previously captured. As for where the human captives went, this remained a somewhat tacit understanding. So Malin ordered all the still-breathing injured snake spirits hanged. As for the skinning, Malin had Ails find a little expert, so now, Gatsby the Ghoul was skinning the snakes while nervously glancing at Malin. He even cut his own hand several times. After throwing the sharpened knife beside the Ghoul, Malin sat nearby: "Can you understand human speech?" Gatsby’s whisper of the soul immediately sounded — this little Ghoul, though small in stature, still maintained a human appearance, completely different from those similar ones Malin saw sprinting on all fours over at Ails’ place. "Do you remember how you became this way?" Malin queried, a bit curious. Not everyone could perform skinning, especially on a ghostly creature with a snake-like head and scales all over. · I can’t remember, I just remember being really, really hungry before I died... On the mention of hunger, the kid raised his snake arm to take a bite but remembered Malin was nearby, so he sheepishly put his arm down. "Go ahead and eat. After all, these cannibals, aside from their two arms, bear no resemblance to humans anyway. When they ate people, they should have anticipated they’d also be eaten by other things one day." Malin no longer had any compassion for snake spirits — especially after hearing they wanted to taste Prairie Elves. So the Ghoul crunched into the snake spirit, and like a hypoglycemic patient consuming sugar, with his blood sugar normalized, he became rather chatty. According to him, he came after hearing Ails’ words. Now, in the Realm of the Undead, it’s known to everyone that Ails is mixing with a big shot from the main plane, even able to chat and laugh with Nameless. Not only can positive energy no longer harm him, but he can even use transformation techniques to travel the human world. The Liches in the Realm of the Undead were all excited — most people became Liches because life is too short, after all. Being organic is fleeting, and intelligent machines are bound to go mad eventually, so many noble wizards, driven to desperation, transformed into Liches, losing all pride and shame. Now, hearing about Ails’ opportunity, many Liches are vying to be his followers, especially since the last batches of Liches following Ails are all fully transformed, sipping World Tree fruit tea, smoking holy tobacco. Some even gained the qualification to live in the human world just like Ails by helping the Prairie Elves. So recently, Ails is considered a prominent figure in the Realm of the Undead, with many Liches wanting to follow him — thinking, if one day, you could use transformation techniques in the human world to drink and feast without anyone yelling to hunt you down, wouldn’t it be like living a second life? Of course, some Liches butt heads with Ails, thinking he’s heretical, but that doesn’t matter. According to Gatsby, many big shots in the Realm of the Undead are sticking with Ails, as he’s just a small Ghoul usually skinning animals at the ranches on the islands. Being called upon by Ails to work for the big boss this time is a blessing. Except, the big boss has a strong aura, so Gatsby figures next time it’d be better to start again by pushing carts at the factory. After all, he’s gotten somewhat used to positive energy’s erosion. As long as it’s not a direct hit from a sunburst-like skill, he won’t die from drinking any Holy Water below grade seven.