The French Plane Tree extended its drill-like roots as a threat.
"You can bring me a Legendary Hat or seventeen or eighteen pairs of Legendary Underwear, and I'll drill wherever you want."
He made a ridiculous demand.
"Dream on. Get off this street and come back in ten minutes."
The French Plane Tree replied.
"Oh."
Liu Zheng couldn't be bothered to ask why and returned to the truck, instructing the Driver to leave Rose Street.
He monitored his phone, and as soon as the time was up, he told the Driver to head back.
"Take it away."
The French Plane Tree pushed out a black coffin from the Black Soil.
"Hmm? The color seems a bit off."
He stared at the coffin lid.
The last time, it was more of a grayish-brown color.
"Why care about the color? As long as it's a coffin, it's fine. If you don't trust me, just leave it. I'll return the corpse and the Ginseng Sprite to you."
The French Plane Tree protested angrily.
