Half a month later.

Under the low mountain, in the yellow bud rice field, the land is dry and fluffy.

Two palms deep underground, suddenly there was a long and narrow crystal yellow bud rice.

Then, with the yellow bud rice as the center, in a circular area with a diameter of forearm length, a handful of bone meal emerged out of thin air, and evenly stuffed it into the soil gap.

In the void, a mass of Ling Lie spring water was spit out, drenching the soil around the yellow bud rice.

The five ghost bags feed the shaft full of spring water.

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