Fang Hao looked at the man in front of him, unsure whether to call him smart or dumb.
This is another world where the undead don't engage in such practices.
"Alright, with the energy you have to beg, focus on developing in the future." Fang Hao glanced at the impossible-to-carry pile of broken beds and cabinets, "After I leave, these will be yours. Whatever you can use, take it."
"Huh? Ah." The man responded subconsciously, but seemed a bit confused.
What's going on? Leaving things for him?
Are the undead so loving and kind? Even giving humans benefits and warmth.
"You can't use these?"
"I can, I can. Thank you, Lord Skeleton, I mean, Lord Undead." The man hurriedly expressed his thanks.
"Alright, just wait here." Fang Hao said.
The rest of the task was simple.
Skeleton, the troll, secured the fabrics, money boxes, and some jewelry he intended to take on the dragon's back.
