Chapter 16 Black Mountain
"Why did you kill the chicken today?"
After returning home, Yin looked at the spendthrift busy at the stove with a neutral expression and asked calmly. She just wanted to hear what excuse this bastard could come up with to kill the chicken.
"Mom, you're back."
Seeing Yin Shi who had been forced to get used to his misbehavior, Feng Qingan felt a little embarrassed, but he still explained.
"It's not that I had to kill it. The chicken had a heat stroke and I felt sorry for it, so I put it in water to cool it down. But while it was soaking, I found that the chicken suddenly died. I could only bear the pain and help it one last time."
“So that’s how it is!”
Yin nodded calmly.
If she had heard such nonsense half a month ago, she would have picked up a stick without saying a word to teach this brat a lesson and let him know the consequences of talking nonsense.
But now, I’m tired and don’t want to fight anymore, so let this kid go!
What the old man said that day was right. With their family's current situation, they don't lack chickens and ducks. And the boy is almost growing up, so they might as well give him some nourishment.
"You won't hit me anymore?"
This Yin family was obviously different from the past, and Feng Qingan felt a little uncomfortable. During this period of time, he tried his best to find opportunities to practice the "Soul-Guiding Blood Refining Technique".
However, any practice has a price.
For example, the chickens and ducks that have been reincarnated, and his butt that would swell from time to time, but it was all worth it.
"If I hit you, will you stop harming my chickens and ducks?"
Yin asked rather tiredly.
"Well!"
"I want to hear the truth!"
"Won't!"
This time, Feng Qing'an did not lie. Although he had made great progress this time, he had not yet reached the requirement. After he completed the spirit summoning, the chickens and ducks he chose as targets were still alive and kicking, which would be considered a success.
"You are not afraid of being beaten, and you don't care about being scolded. What else can I do to you?"
Yin sighed and shook her head.
"It's up to you if you like. Learning to cook is also a good thing. You won't be hungry wherever you go!"
"Is that all?!"
Feng Qing'an was quite uncomfortable. He was ready to run away. He even planned his escape routes, not just one, and prepared three hiding places. But in the end, none of them were useful.
"well!"
The half-grown boy sighed in an air of maturity, feeling the loneliness of a master who has mastered some extraordinary skills but has no rivals in the world.
However, the aroma of chicken soup soon wafted over, and Feng Qing'an lost his composure in an instant and hurriedly started fiddling with it. Apart from anything else, his soup-cooking skills had indeed improved over the past few months.
After all, the remaining meat from the chickens and ducks that exploded and died because of his harm was not wasted, that was all meat.
The days that followed were much calmer. The people in Shili Fengjiagang never saw Yin's fun of killing chickens and ducks every now and then to please her prodigal son again.
It was not because Qing'anlang, who threatened to become a nobleman, had changed his ways, but because his mother had let it go.
Not only did the villagers feel that there was less fun, Feng Qing'an himself also felt a bit bored. However, no matter how bored he was, he still had to hide the process of slaughtering chickens and ducks from his parents and could not let them see it.
Because to others, it seemed that he was holding a chicken or a duck with his eyes slightly closed, and not long after, the chicken or duck in his hand suddenly exploded, or died suddenly without a sound.
This scene was so weird no matter how you looked at it. It was possible that he was labeled as some evil demon. He didn't want to be caught and beaten by the government. That was something that the broom in his mother's hand could not compare to.
Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was midsummer.
The sun was scorching and the heat was rising. Feng Qing'an, who was hiding at home to escape the heat, stared at the big rooster walking leisurely in his room with a bit of joy on his face.
This is an exceptionally handsome, colorful rooster, with a fiery red corolla, bright and colorful feathers on its wings, bright yellow feathers on its neck and back, and a towering indigo tail without a single colorful feather. The bright colors make this rooster look gorgeous and majestic.
"come over!"
Feng Qing'an waved at the big rooster. Half a month ago, he had successfully kept some chickens and ducks alive from his clutches. But even so, he did not rashly use his power on Xiao Heizi. Instead, he patiently observed the changes in the chickens and ducks that had successfully absorbed the spiritual energy with his help.
The big rooster in front of us has the biggest change and is the most eye-catching. Its feathers are really eye-catching.
“Giggle!”
The big rooster kept cackling, ignoring Feng Qingan's actions.
"Don't you understand? It seems that my intelligence hasn't improved significantly!"
Feng Qingan didn't think that any creature with a certain level of intelligence would refuse the benefit of a transformation a second time after enjoying it once. It seemed that the main manifestation of this chicken's absorption of spiritual energy was its feathers and head.
"Black Mountain! Get this chicken out!"
After seeing that the big rooster he had chosen as his observation target did not show any performance that amazed him, Feng Qingan gave the order casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, a puppy with black and gray fur suddenly rushed out at his feet and barked at the rooster.
Frightened by a puppy that was only two months old, the rooster, which was originally so proud and high-spirited as if patrolling its territory, suddenly flapped its wings in panic, ran a few steps quickly, and then flew into the air, escaping from Feng Qing'an's room to the yard.
"Good job! Montenegro!"
Feng Qing'an shouted the name he had given to the puppy. This was the name he gave to the puppy after he became very skilled in summoning spirits and refining blood for poultry .
It is not right to always call him Xiao Heizi. He should just call him that. What if this little wolfhound is trained by him to become a great demon or even a demon king in the future, and he tells other demons his name and introduces himself by saying that his name is Xiao Heizi? Wouldn't other demons laugh their heads off?
Therefore, after thinking for a quarter of an hour, Feng Qing'an took Hei as his surname and named himself Shan.
There is no other meaning. According to his understanding of monsters from the story, monsters seem to be good at brute force, and those with strong physiques are respected. Feng Qingan hopes that the little wolfdog he raised will have a body as tall as a mountain in the future.
"Woof!"
The puppy ran over with its tail wagging. Even though it had never received any soul-summoning and blood-refining training, when Feng Qing'an gave it a name, it quickly realized that that was its name.
"I have been preparing for so long, and I can finally draw spirits and refine blood for you!"
Feng Qingan picked up the puppy. In two months, Heishan's weight had doubled. He felt a little tired to hold it. Fortunately, the little guy was very cooperative.
