Chapter 169 The One Who Burned My Field _3

Although the insects were tiny, their vast number gave off a life force that was as conspicuous as a forest fire in Ange's soul.

"So much Insect Ash." Ange mumbled to himself after staring blankly for a while.

Negris, who was reflected upon Ange, almost burst into laughter. Apparently, in Ange's eyes, these myriad insects were nothing but fertilizer?

Now it's not just fertilizer, but Holy Bug Ash Liquid, a magical liquid that could revive fossilized eggs back into fresh ones.

He wasn't sure if a fried egg could be restored. If so, that would be a miraculous wonder.

"Hey, you little fellas, don't just stand there, come, come sit over here." A middle-aged man, looking like a farmer from a nearby corner, waved them over.

Several shy young men were beside the middle-aged farmer. Upon seeing Ange and his group, they all grinned foolishly.

Ange led his group over. The young men hurriedly made way, patting the bricks below them warmly to invite them to sit.