Chapter 52

"Adult!"

Wu Tiejun ran back again, dazed and confused.

"Tell me again in detail everything you saw."

He Biqu, after his initial rage, finally noticed something was off.

That was: How could Miao Sensen kill Feng Yin?

This was a fact as solid as a nail on a board.

Even if he were to kidnap, he wouldn't kill. The value of such a divine doctor was clear to him, and there was no reason Miao Sensen wouldn't understand it.

If he killed such a divine doctor just to vent his anger, then Miao Sensen wouldn't be worthy of being his opponent.

"After I arrived..."

Wu Tiejun began to describe in detail.

"Miao Sensen said: 'I shouldn't have killed him?' Did he say that?" He Biqu seized on this point sensitively.

"Yes."

Wu Tiejun nodded.

"Then you returned with a sorrowful howl, filled with righteous indignation?" He Biqu's voice and eyes were strange.

"I... I was a bit agitated. Doctor Feng saved so many of us, and at that moment, I was filled with anger and sorrow..."

Puff!

Before Wu Tiejun could finish speaking, He Biqu kicked him to the ground.

He Biqu's foot pressed hard on Wu Tiejun's chest, lowering his voice to whisper in his ear, "You, Wu Tiejun, actually took me for a fool?! Do you have the right? With your stubborn and thick-headed nature, how could you think of others, or even your own superior, as so stupid?"

"Sir, you are mistaken!"

Wu Tiejun hurried to defend himself: "I never thought that. I just wanted to stir up some emotions..."

He Biqu's fists rained down like a storm.

"I'll make you smart! I'll make you..."

Wu Tiejun endured, endured... endured, endured...

Finally, he pleaded, "Sir, I was wrong..."

He Biqu pressed harder: "You're even wrong..."

"I'll go tell the brothers about this..." Wu Tiejun begged for mercy.

"You've stirred up the hatred, and now everyone's fighting spirit and hatred are at their peak, and you still want to explain! What for? To deflate their morale?"

He Biqu beat him even more fiercely.

Puff puff puff... Bang bang bang...

"Sir, sir... please, for the sake of my grandfather..."

"Your grandfather, my ass!"

"Sir, please maintain your image... spare me, sir, spare me..."

He Biqu wasn't angry that Wu Tiejun had hidden the information; this news was very effective in boosting morale and uniting everyone against a common enemy, even to the point of clearing out the Yan Dynasty spies.

What made him angry was that Wu Tiejun had hidden it from him, treating him like a fool!

Am I less smart than you, Wu Tiejun?

That day, Wu Tiejun was carried out.

When he left, his entire body was swollen three times its size.

He looked like a transparent fat man.

It was said that his eyes couldn't even move.

All the Rainbow Green Cloaks were silent.

It seemed that Sir He was really angry this time, and Wu Tiejun, the captain, had not completed his mission and was beaten so badly by the sir!

Everyone hurried to work, to catch the murderer, to catch the Yan Dynasty spies... They had to work hard and honestly over the next few days, or else... This was a warning.

The entire Rainbow Green Cloaks of Yuezhou began to function at an unprecedented level.

...

When Feng Yin returned, it was almost dawn.

He had been working all night.

But he was full of energy.

The harvest of the night was substantial: three Essence Power Pills, three Bone Washing Pills, four steamed buns; one low-quality Essence Power Pill.

Then there was the reward for slaying Ma Sanqian.

One high-grade Essence Power Pill, three high-grade Bone Washing Pills, a knife technique, and one hundred taels of silver. One steamed bun.

The name of the knife technique was very straightforward: "Basic Knife Handling."

"Thank goodness I'm well-educated, or I wouldn't have understood!" Feng Yin looked at the four characters and was speechless.

It was ridiculous...

And these steamed buns, Feng Yin wondered how many people in Jun Tian's hands were making steamed buns.

Without even mentioning other things, just making steamed buns would require several thousand people, and at least hundreds of thousands of steamed buns would be distributed every day. Could that many people do it?

Feng Yin's thoughts wandered.

"Hundreds of thousands of steamed buns a day, that's hundreds of thousands of lives, hundreds of thousands of people killed every day, and yet the population of the world doesn't seem to decrease... Is there really that many people in this world?"

"Is it that big?"

"Are there that many bad people?"

Feng Yin didn't realize how terrifying it was until he thought about it. The more he calculated, the more shocked and incredulous he became.

He always felt there was something he didn't know. Otherwise, how could the continent still have so many people after all this killing?

And... after I arrived in Yuezhou, I casually bought a knife, and after completing the mission, I was given a basic knife technique...

Am I being monitored?

Or is it just a coincidence?

He lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket, and Xiao Fengying rolled out from inside, a white ball rolling four times on the bed, sprawling and shaking his head, making a dissatisfied sound.

"Ya yi wu!"

I was warming the bed for you, why did you suddenly pull the blanket...

Feng Yin quickly petted him for a few minutes to calm him down, then lay down to rest.

The little guy climbed onto Feng Yin's body, grumbled a couple of times, and then lay quietly on his stomach.

His wise eyes closed, his four white paws tucked under his body, occasionally adjusting his position, and finally curled up next to Feng Yin's neck, close to his face, looking content and cozy, like a ball of fur, and fell asleep.

...

In the early morning.

Feng Yin got out of bed.

He had only slept for a little over two hours, but he felt exceptionally energetic, and the fatigue from the night had completely disappeared.

He started petting Fengying early in the morning, and the two of them, man and cat, were deeply engrossed in each other.

Petting a cat is addictive.

People have addictions.

Cats have addictions.

The clinic definitely couldn't be opened.

But what should he do next?

He decided to focus on completing missions, and with plenty of free time during the day, he could sit at home and live a carefree life. This was feasible, but doing it for ten or eight days was fine, but for too long, it would attract attention.

How about opening a pet shop?

Feng Yin looked at Fengying in his hand and suddenly had a new idea.

Regardless of other things, this little guy was definitely a living attraction, a引流 tool.

In his previous life, he had read widely and had some knowledge about pet care, though not as much as professionals, but he thought it wouldn't be hard to fool the locals here.

With his Spirit Transformation Sutra, creating some spiritual pets would be easy...

Feng Yin's thoughts raced, and his gaze focused more on the little guy.

Fengying sensed something and lifted his white paw, pressing it on Feng Yin's hand, his wise eyes looking at him sideways.

"Yi wu."

Seemingly affirming Feng Yin's idea, he showed no awareness of being used as a worker.

"Give me a nod." Feng Yin taught Fengying to nod.

"Yi wu." Fengying nodded quickly.

"Since you have no objections, let's decide on this."

Feng Yin tapped the little guy's nose with his finger.

The little guy jumped up, grabbed Feng Yin's hand with his two paws, and started nibbling on it with his tender teeth, looking very happy.

"In the future, when new little guys come to the shop, you'll be in charge of them. You'll be their leader."

"Yi wu." Fengying nodded.

"Being the leader means being the boss, remember to train them."

"Yi wu." Nodded.

"You'll also be the mascot, the spokesperson for our little shop, the spirit beast."

"Yi wu." Nodded.

"You'll also attract customers."

"Yi wu." Nodded.

"You'll be responsible for setting the prices."

"Yi wu." Nodded.

With a blank look, the little guy nodded to all of Feng Yin's requests.

If he were human, he would have asked, "If I do all the work, what's the point of having you as the boss?"

Unfortunately, Fengying couldn't speak.

He just accepted everything, nodding continuously.

"Good, good, I knew I didn't spoil you in vain. Let's decide on this!"

"I'll go find a shop now."

Feng Yin, a man of action, was ready to leave. Just as he stepped out, he suddenly thought...

No, I'm just opening a pet shop as a cover!

It's just a front.

If it's just a front, why be so serious? Why not open it here in the courtyard?

This courtyard is so big... why not just hang a sign and start business?

As for customers... does it matter?

I'm a killer now, and a cover is all I need. Thinking too much and too deeply is unnecessary!

With this mindset, he decided to act immediately.

Feng Yin put Fengying in his pocket and went out to find supplies.

Fengying held onto the edge of the pocket with his two paws, only his small head visible, watching the scenery pass by quickly, his big eyes reflecting everything, looking very interested and as if he was memorizing everything.

The more he saw, the more he seemed to be in deep thought, a look that could melt the hearts of passersby.

This scene made Feng Yin's inquiries go smoothly.

"Brother, where is the pet market?"

"At the end of the West Market, there's a huge courtyard with all kinds of spirit beast pups. Rich people love to play with them."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, brother. Where did you get that cat? Do you have more in the litter?"

"No, just this one."

"Wow, a cat can be an only child... Anyway, it's really nice. Are you willing to sell it? I can offer..."

"No, thank you."

"Think about it, I can offer a thousand taels."

"Not for a billion."

"Ha ha... go to the pup market, let those black-hearted merchants rip you off."

"Damn..."

The man had already walked away.

"Really, the world is going downhill... I said I won't sell, do you have to react like that? Can't you show a little morality... what kind of manners!"

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