"Since you've agreed, go ahead and join Home," Qin Ziwen said, extending the invitation to Gray once more.
[You have successfully recruited the Cursed Ghost·Resentful Spirit Legion (Gray Race)]
With the recruitment successful, Qin Ziwen felt a little more at ease.
For now, at least, he could sense its sincerity.
He asked Gray, "When the time comes, I'll summon the Ghost Ship over. Can you possess it by yourself?"
Gray nodded, then shook its head. "I'll need your help. First, summon the Ghost Ship. Then, pull up the Golden Apple Tree. You can leave the rest to me after that."
"Are there any other dangers here besides you?"
Gray shook its head. "There's only me and the Golden Apple Tree here."
"Right, where did you put the Ant-man corpses you brought in earlier?"
"They're fertilizer for the Golden Apple Tree."
Qin Ziwen's gaze fell on the deep pit to one side. The water's surface was as still as a mirror.
