Chapter 22 News of Death
"You're okay?"
Wang Yan frowned, a little surprised.
Not that he wanted the rare chicken to roll around in pain.
Rather, he was worried that the nematodes would not be effective.
It has no effect, and it is even more impossible to achieve a bloodline breakthrough.
After observing for a while, there was still no change. The male rooster even looked at him impatiently and was about to take a walk.
Wang Ba thought for a while, stopped Zhenji, and placed a spiritual stone in front of Zhenji's nose.
The male chicken took a nasty bite.
The worm does not come out of its mouth or nostrils.
Instead... it jumped out from the cloaca at the back.
The dark body still has a hint of chicken shit color.
Wang Yan was disgusted, but he could clearly see that the body of this nematode was shorter.
"It works!"
Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
The nematodes will continuously melt while biting the meridian points, melt into the body, and finally play the role of penetrating the meridians.
Since the cutworm has become shorter, it means that it has already played its role.
So Wang Yan didn't hesitate, mixed a portion of the spirit stone powder into the chicken feed, mixed in one or two ground chicken gizzards, and fed it to the rooster alone.
For convenience, he had already controlled the diet of these twenty rare chickens yesterday.
So when the male rooster saw the chicken feed, his eyes suddenly lit up and he rushed over to peck at it.
In a short while, he had eaten the entire trough of chicken.
After eating, the rare chicken uncharacteristically found a corner, stood on one foot, and hid its head under its wings.
Looks like an ostrich.
Wang Ba looked at it for a while, made sure it was not sick, and left it alone.
I simply used the remaining two spiritual stone powders together with the tendon-cutting nematodes on the two rare chickens and marked them separately.
The two rare chickens were just like the previous one. After eating the chicken feed, they huddled up and remained motionless.
They all look a little sick.
In the days that followed, Wang Yan was busy.
During the day, he fermented chicken feed, fed, cleaned, and collected eggs... In his free time, except for the named Jiayi to Jialiu, he worked hard to eat other spiritual chickens.
Finally, after eating six spiritual chickens and immediately visualizing the Yin God, the drop of Yin God's power in the Yin God's Mansion returned to the size of a peanut.
"It seems that one drop of Yin Shen's power is equivalent to eating seven to eight spiritual chickens."
Wang Yan recorded the change process of Yin Shen's power, thoughtfully.
He casually threw a discarded spirit worm into the mouth of Jiawu who was wandering around.
Jiawu flapped his wings happily, finished eating the worm, and rubbed it on Wang Ba's thigh.
Very intimate.
Compared with other rare chickens and spiritual chickens, Jiawu's IQ seems to be a little higher. When Wang Yan is busy, he will often squat aside and watch with his head tilted.
Wang Ba did not chase it away, and allowed it to wander around him.
He had raised Jia Wu single-handedly, and he had some feelings for him.
In his spare time, Wang Yan would also train Jia Wu, teaching it simple gestures or voice commands, such as coming here, lying down, and flying up. It would even obey the command and run back to Mr. Sun's room to hide.
Compared with a smart and docile puppy, it's not much more.
The only drawback is that there is a lot of poop.
Much more than other rare chickens and spiritual chickens.
So Wang Ba gave it another name: Shit King.
This is Wang Ba's only pleasure in the villa.
After seven or eight days of busy work, all twenty rare chickens were finally fed with spiritual stone powder and implanted with nematodes.
I don’t know if the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone is too abundant for the rare chickens. After eating the spiritual stone powder, they all stopped eating.
No matter how much Wang Yan fed him, it had no effect.
The demand for chicken feed in the villa has dropped significantly, making Lao Hou a little worried about him.
"Brother Wang, why don't you go and ask Mr. Xu Da from Jingshanfang to take a look. He is an experienced doctor. There are hundreds of villages in Dingzizhuang. If they have problems, most of them go to Mr. Xu Da." "Thank you very much. I'll let you in when I have the chance.
" Go and ask."
Wang Yan replied with a concerned look.
After delivering the chicken ingredients, Lao Hou would always chat with Wang Yan.
This is also one of the few channels through which Wang Yan can learn about outside information.
As usual, Lao Hou did not leave in a hurry after delivering the goods that day. He looked mysterious as usual and said in a low voice:
"Speaking of which, you are not the only one with problems in Dingzi Village."
"Oh? Lao Hou, tell me Say."
Wang Ba showed an interested look.
When Lao Hou saw this, he suddenly became excited:
"Dingshisi Village heard that there was a chicken plague, and many people died! There was also Ding Shiliu Village. I heard that a spiritual beast raised by an elder from the outer sect escaped. I ate one or two hundred rare chickens in one breath!"
"So many!"
Wang Yan felt distressed when he heard this. If this was given to him, it could be exchanged for thousands of years of life!
It's a pity that this belongs to Ding Shiliuzhuang and has nothing to do with him.
"It's just chicken plague. It was eaten by the elder's spiritual beast. Doesn't the elder still pay compensation?"
Wang Hao asked curiously.
"Of course you have to pay compensation. Dingzi Village raises chickens for the Ten Thousand Beasts House. I heard that the elder didn't dare to fool him, so he sent a disciple to Sixteenth Village to apologize. What do you think it is?" Lao
Hou It was all over the place, but before Wang Ba could ask, he couldn't help but shake it out, stretched out a finger, and said very excitedly: "A full hundred spiritual
stones!"
"A hundred dollars! Oh my God , I have never seen so many in my life!"
Wang Yan was okay. Although his face looked shocked, there was no big disturbance in his heart.
After all, he is a person who has owned more than forty spiritual stones. If he is willing to take risks, there will be much more than that.
After sighing for a while, Lao Hou said with a hint of jealousy:
"Song Lun of Sixteenth Village is a blessing in disguise now!" "
Now, he is going everywhere to buy rare chickens to fill the vacancy of Zhuangzi!" "
However, Even if he buys two hundred more, he will still miss a lot. The elder is so generous!" "
Tsk, tsk! Maybe I will come here to buy a few in a few days! Don't forget to kill him then. !"
Wang Hao waved his hands repeatedly: "I am sick, how can others take notice of me."
That's what he said.
But what I didn't expect was that within a few days, Song Lun from Dingliuzhuang actually came to visit.
"Brother Wang, I'm sure you know my purpose here. If there are any extra rare chickens, I'm willing to buy them at a high price."
Song Lun, who was over fifty but well-dressed, raised his hand in salute, looking quite sincere.
Wang Yan said apologetically: "Brother Song, it's not that I don't want to sell it, it's just that I don't have any extra rare chickens."
Song Lun frowned slightly.
However, when he saw the wilted-looking rare chickens behind Wang Ba, he relaxed his brows, exchanged a few words, and left in disappointment.
A few days later, it was time to make offerings.
Deacon Li still arrived as scheduled, but this time he brought news that surprised and shocked Wang Yan.
"Mr. Sun is dead?"
(End of chapter)