Chapter 26: Scaled Demon Mother? Kill her instantly as soon as she shows her face! Contract with the Azure Dragon!
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Wang Feng pushed open the door of Qingtian Hunting House and shouted inside, "Old Bao, I brought you a new guy!"
Song Qiming was sitting behind the bar, smoking his pipe. He raised his head upon hearing this, glanced at Mo Fan standing behind Wang Feng, then blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly,
"Newcomer? There's not much work at the hunting grounds lately, so bringing in a newcomer is useless."
Wang Feng smiled, walked to the bar, and patted Mo Fan on the shoulder:
"Will it be useful when there's work in the future? My buddy is a mid-level Thunder and Fire elementalist, so we can just give him those small commissions."
"Oh? Thunder and Fire?" Song Qiming looked at Mo Fan with some surprise, then nodded with a smile, "Not bad."
At this moment, Lingling's voice came from outside the door: "Grandpa, a big fat sheep is coming!"
"Oh? How fat?"
Lingling came skipping in and said slyly, "She looks flustered and mentally disturbed, and her attire shows that she's the daughter of a wealthy family."
"Tsk tsk, this is good." Song Qiming rubbed his hands, with a look of anticipation on his face.
Mo Fan, standing nearby, felt his hair stand on end. He couldn't help but whisper to Wang Feng, "Old Wang, is this hunting ground... legitimate?"
Wang Feng smiled, pulled Mo Fan to a corner and sat him down, whispering:
"That's just how they are, you'll get used to it. Just keep quiet and watch."
Mo Fan nodded somewhat bewilderedly, but couldn't help but glance at Song Qiming and Lingling a few more times.
A moment later, a woman in brightly colored clothes walked into the Qingtian Hunting Ground.
Lingling led her inside and sat her down, while Song Qiming sat at the bar, smoking a pipe and listening nonchalantly.
"Are you saying you suspect your husband is a demon? And that he goes out to commit murder every night?"
Song Qiming half-closed his eyes, seemingly listening to what the well-built woman was saying, but his eyes were staring at Hao Feng with a cunning look.
"Yes, yes. I couldn't believe it at first, until this morning when I was doing my husband's laundry and found that all his clothes were stained with red blood... I, I used to be a nurse, I can tell... what is the blood of an animal and what is... I was really scared." She recalled what happened this morning, her face as pale as paper, her fingers tightly clenched on the corner of her clothes.
Wang Feng looked a little strange when he heard this description.
Because just now, he found the corresponding fragment in his dusty memory.
"I'm sorry. Although we really want to help you, we think you should call the police in this situation." Song Qiming shook his head and politely declined the commission.
"Grandpa, just accept this commission." Wang Feng suddenly stood up from the chair in the corner and walked towards the young woman.
Song Qiming and Lingling both showed surprised expressions and cast their eyes on Wang Feng.
They had never seen Wang Feng show interest in such a "small commission" of 300,000 yuan.
"Wang Feng, this commission does not comply with the rules of our hunting ground." Song Qiming said in a deep voice.
"No, I'm just treating this lady. It doesn't count as accepting a commission."
As he spoke, a milky white light shone in his hand, and his fingertips gently landed on the young woman's collarbone.
For a moment, the young woman's skin began to tremble irregularly, as if something was wriggling inside her body.
She couldn't help but let out a hissing scream of pain, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
Wang Feng's eyes fixed, and he used his finger as a blade to quickly cut a small cut on the young woman's thumb.
A scaly insect slid out of the wound as blood gushed out, fell to the ground, and twisted and struggled.
Seeing this, Song Qiming raised his hand and grabbed the insect, but it was then trapped in mid-air by an invisible force and could not move.
"Okay." Wang Feng took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands slowly.
"What...what is this? How did it get into my body?" The young woman stared at the hideous insect in the air, her stomach churning and her voice trembling.
"It's a parasitic demon," Wang Feng said calmly. "I'm afraid there's one inside your husband too. Every night, it takes control of his body and goes out to hunt for food."
"how so……"
The young woman's face suddenly changed, and then she fell to her knees with a plop, hugging Wang Feng's legs tightly with both hands, her voice trembling:
"Master Hunter, please save my husband and child!"
Wang Feng remained silent, just enjoying himself.
"We at Hunting Institute have accepted your commission." At this moment, Song Qiming's voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, the young woman let go of his hand as if relieved, but her tears still couldn't stop falling.
She raised her head, her eyes filled with gratitude and hope, her voice choked with sobs:
"That's great... I'm willing to pay any amount as long as it can save them! Thank you, thank you..."
"Wang Feng, this commission is left to you." Song Qiming turned and looked at Wang Feng.
Wang Feng nodded and turned his gaze to the young woman: "Where is your husband now?"
"He...he should still be at work." The young woman answered hurriedly, her voice trembling a little.
"Take me to him."
"Oh, okay... okay!"
The young woman nodded quickly, wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and stood up from the ground.
She walked quickly to the door, and Wang Feng followed closely behind her.
The two figures quickly disappeared outside the door of Qingtian Hunting House.
…
Because the young woman's husband lived some distance from the Qingtian Hunting House, the two took a taxi there.
Inside the car, Wang Feng leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into his spiritual space.
Above his healing galaxy, an illusory green dragon shadow was hovering in it, sleeping quietly.
The dragon shadow's body is huge and majestic, and its scales are faintly gleaming, as if containing endless power.
"Is this the Azure Dragon Soul?"
Wang Feng walked up to the dragon shadow and gently placed his hand on its forehead.
He mobilized the power of the summoning nebula, condensed a faint contract mark on his fingertips, and slowly sent it into the center of the Qinglong Soul's eyebrows.
In an instant, a powerful force vibrated in the spiritual space.
Wang Feng felt that a wonderful connection had been established between himself and the Azure Dragon Soul, and his souls were tightly connected by some invisible bond.
…
At the same time, inside the Qingtian Hunting Ground.
Mo Fan was leaning over the table, concentrating on filling out the employment form.
He didn't notice at all that the little loach hanging on his chest suddenly trembled slightly, as if it sensed something.
…
".Why is it different from what I imagined?"
After Wang Feng contracted the Azure Dragon Soul.
The originally majestic body of ten thousand feet has now shrunk to just a few dozen feet, appearing extremely small on the healing galaxy.
More importantly, its intelligence is extremely simple, and its ignorant appearance is like a little green dragon that has just been born and is curious about everything.
"The copies we made before were all comparable to the originals, so why did Qinglong only produce a child-like version?"
The Azure Dragon Soul seemed to sense Wang Feng's emotions, and it gently swung its tail and let out a low dragon roar, with a hint of flattery and dependence in its voice.
"Forget it. A young Azure Dragon is still an Azure Dragon after all. Let's just think of it as cultivating a brand new Holy Totem."
Wang Feng sighed helplessly and reached out to gently touch Qinglonghun's head.
"If I use the transcendental power [Beast Power] to merge the Azure Dragon Soul into myself, what will happen? Will I become the Dragon Lord?"
(End of this chapter)
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