Chapter 121 Professional Butcher

"This weather is so irritating!" Fu Niang covered her head with her arms and let out a long sigh in frustration, frowning slightly. She hesitated whether to go back first and come back after the rain stopped.

Xia Yan took out an umbrella from the system grid, held it up over the two of them, tilted one side slightly, and looked at the blue sky on the other side of the dark clouds. It turned out to be a local shower.

"Come to my shop and wait for a while. The rain should be over soon."

Fu Niang looked at the people running around in the center of the square looking for a place to shelter from the rain and nodded.

The stalls are no longer set up, so there is no point for them to go there.

As thunder rumbled overhead, the rain intensified, streams of water flowed down the edges of umbrellas, and the sour smell in the air became stronger and more pungent.

The psychics sitting on high places by the road looked at the two with expressionless faces, their eyes showing no emotion as they moved slowly along with their movements.

The water flow on the ground became a dividing line, forming two worlds, like a silent pantomime, black and white, oppressive and silent.

Fu Niang shrank her shoulders, her fingers felt a little cold, and her eyes were fixed on the ground, watching the small splashes of water when she stepped on them. The ripples seemed to hit her heart.

They are people who are closer to death, and there is an unconcealable silence about them.

Xia Yan noticed her discomfort, walked quietly on the outside, and glanced at her indifferently.

...

There are a few special guests in the store.

She folded her umbrella and placed it by the door, then called Fu Niang to the room on the second floor to wash her face and hands.

The raindrops left on the skin are very uncomfortable and there is a constant burning sensation.

Fu Niang felt a little embarrassed and waved her hands to refuse.

"Then give me a pot of flowers. Sunflowers are nice."

Xia Yan's words dispelled her concerns. She happily agreed and started washing her face.

Only an equal relationship can last long.

Bok Niang doesn't do evil to others, but she is not stupid.

After returning downstairs, those customers who were filled with the aura of superiors were chatting leisurely. When they noticed Xia Yanshi's kind nods, they instantly made people feel that they were very friendly.

Xia Yan would not be deceived by their appearance.

She is also gentle and acts harmless.

A few people withdrew their gazes and continued chatting, as if just to say hello.

Fu Niang took her tray and found a table far away from them to sit down and eat in silence.

The rain poured down in a slanting direction, hitting the glass surface straightly, forming a small puddle, which slowly flowed downwards, mixed with the water flow, gathered together, ran into the sewer, and rushed to the outskirts of the base.

Watermarks were left on the glass. Qing Mingzi looked at the glass with a basin of water in his hand, intending to rush out and polish the glass again after the rain stopped.

The rain here comes and goes quickly.

An hour later, the clouds had moved to the other side of the sky, and visible mist gathered between the sky and the earth, which felt a bit magical.

In places with a wide field of view, you can clearly see the direction of the clouds, and you can also see thunder and lightning in the distance.

The team on the street began to pack their bags, folded their equipment quickly, handed them to the space ability users, and lined up upright to wait.

An unusual team appeared before their eyes - led by four men wearing bibs and holding sharp knives, followed by four nimble women responsible for taking notes, and three seemingly empty-handed people, two women and one man.

"They are coming! Boss Xia, let's follow them." Fu Niang stood up, pushed open the door and walked out.

Tables had already been set up in the center of the square, covered with a thick, waterproof and oil-proof tablecloth, and four long queues had formed in front.

Fu Niang was standing in the line on the far right, holding the redemption card tightly in her hand.

"Boss Xia, please stand with me. I'll give you half of the meat I bought!"

Xia Yan looked back and smiled, expressing his sincere gratitude, "I'll go take a look ahead."

The four professional butchers holding sharp knives and responsible for cutting meat stood behind the table, and the woman next to them was responsible for recording information.

The empty-handed psychics grabbed four huge mutant pigs out of thin air and dropped them heavily on the table. Their long and dense fangs were exposed, their bodies were covered with thick black hair, and their four thick hooves had sharp, inward-curved nails.

The butcher sharpened his knife and deftly peeled off the pig's skin, revealing the whitish meat inside.

"First person, come over here and give me your card." The recorder looked at the card and said to him, "5 jin of meat, plus two trotters."

The butcher was indeed a professional. He cut up the whole pig along the bone seams in just a few seconds with smooth movements. He cut off a piece of meat very accurately, weighed it with his hand, and handed it over.

The buyer opened his pockets and walked back happily with the meat.

"Next."

Xia Yan stood aside with his arms folded, watching the scene in full swing before him.

The pig was quickly divided, and the space ability user took out a mutant horned bull.

After peeling off the fur, the white meat is still there.

Xia Yan thought that it might be the effect of removing the poison?

The mutant beast's head was taken away by a fire-type mutant waiting nearby and burned to ashes on the spot, leaving only a black skull.

People who hold redemption cards don’t pick and choose what kind of meat they get, they just take whatever they get.

After watching for a while, she found it boring. Just then, she heard the sound of orderly footsteps coming from nearby, and was attracted over.

Following the team past a building, a three-story building suddenly appeared in front of us. There was a red cross symbol on the roof, and wounded people were constantly coming in and out.

"Hospital?"

Xia Yan followed him in.

The hospital's interior construction is simple, without that many departments. There are basically only three healing psychics on each floor, and the simple beds in the corridor are already full of people.

Unlike the noisy hospitals she had seen before, this place was very quiet. Apart from the doctor's occasional questions, the only sound was the footsteps of people walking.

She stood in the corridor and saw a doctor in a white coat using a sterilized scalpel to cut off the dead flesh. She placed her hands on the injured area, and white supernatural power appeared in her palms, gently healing the wound.

Three minutes later, the bleeding wound from the secondary trauma began to heal, and a long blood scab appeared on the skin.

"It's okay. Don't do strenuous exercise these days and you will be fine soon," said the doctor.

The injured man stood up, muttered a thank you, pulled down his clothes, and vacated the bed.

"Next." The doctor looked up, his voice soft and powerful.

She noticed Xia Yan in the crowd outside the door and knew that this was the restaurant owner that her friends had been talking about recently. Boss Xia came here to see a doctor?

The doctor tilted his head slightly, a questioning look in his eyes.

At this time, another injured person came into the room. The doctor withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to her, and did his job seriously.

Xia Yan also left here and went upstairs to check out all the doctors' treatment methods.

The healing auras come in a variety of colors, and the strength of the healing is also related to the level of the psychic.

A powerful healing psychic on the third floor emits a halo that is almost black in color. He can regenerate a broken arm, so the injured people queuing outside the door are all seriously ill patients.

Xia Yan returned to the restaurant, waited for the last wave of customers to leave, closed the shop, and went home to ask the system for help.