My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 43 - 42 Butcher Maxwell Wants to Kill Hairless Eels Second Update

43: Chapter 42: Butcher Maxwell Wants to Kill Hairless Eels (Second Update)

43: Chapter 42: Butcher Maxwell Wants to Kill Hairless Eels (Second Update)

Throughout the day, Owen Bertram found three Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Birds, still two short of the number he had agreed on with his brother.

By evening, he was still quite uneasy and wanted to break his promise and take Little Loach home.

However, he was sternly rejected by his brother.

Owen Bertram walked away with a heavy heart, looking back every few steps, feeling somewhat lost.

The whole day, Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow attended ten banquet tables.

This was not the main point; the main point was that she finally made progress in her research on the evil energy in Extinct Village.

The impact of evil energy on the entire Eight Desolates was extremely terrifying.

Over the years, powerful cultivators have summarized a set of effective research methods to deal with evil energy.

There is also a series of magical instruments.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow found a unique ingredient in the evil energy of Extinct Village.

Each evil energy has its own unique ingredients.

It is this ingredient that makes the evil energy generally consistent, but its impact on cultivators is different in details.

After this step, they can specifically refine magical instruments that protect against the evil energy of Extinct Village.

With them, one can wander freely in Extinct Village without any concerns.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow was in a good mood, humming a little tune.

…

Previously, when Little Loach spent the night outside, it was during the time at Yedda River.

Now, Little Loach no longer looked up at that “small ditch”.

It was about to experience the bustling Riverside at night!

When night finally fell, Little Loach was like an obedient child, leaving their parents’ supervision for the first time, enthusiastically preparing for their first overnight party.

It poked its head out from under the water, its eyes shining, and its golden whiskers waving excitedly.

From a distance, a tier-2 demon beast emerged from the water with an immense, dreadfully rugged back, leisurely passing by.

The other aquatic monsters obediently stayed hundreds of feet away.

In the middle of the river, there was a small island, not very large, but an essential place for water birds to rest.

At night, many fierce birds gathered there, and the occasional eerie cries could be heard as they fought for territory.

With a rolling sound…

A bird’s egg was pushed down, sliding into the water, and a dark shadow suddenly rushed over, swallowing the egg in one gulp.

Little Loach found everything new and exciting, hesitating about where to swim first when it suddenly saw lights appearing along the riverside in the distance.

Following that, the sound of singing and dancing accompanied by musical instruments began, and laughter echoed across the river’s surface.

Little Loach’s eyes lit up as it submerged itself and swam swiftly towards that direction.

It was still the same wooden buildings and ships along the river, the brightly lit, cheerful Riverside town offering a sense of security to travelers passing through the night.

The group of knights that arrived last night had already lost all signs of life.

They had changed into government official uniforms and now served the town’s few government officials, following behind a headcatcher and were responsible for the town’s “security” during nighttime patrols.

With hollow eyes and a lifeless expression, after several years, with some luck and the head catcher’s benevolence, their Yin souls might return to their bodies.

At that time, they could regain some semblance of consciousness, relying on devouring other living souls to build up strength and gradually grow stronger.

In the town, hundreds of ghosts danced and performed energetically.

This was work, and they were very happy.

The business had been good recently, with almost every night bringing in new gains.

The ghost beings felt somewhat proud and forgot that nighttime travelers were originally scarce, and having good business was an exception rather than the rule.

As a result, they were full of anticipation tonight, but as time passed and the night was about to end, a gigantic creature suddenly appeared on the river’s surface.

All the ghosts in the town sensed it and couldn’t help but feel somewhat helpless: The flesh and blood of aquatic monsters didn’t taste good, and their souls were far less nourishing than those of the human race.

Having tasted delicious food, how could they swallow such coarse fare?

But…having something is better than having nothing.

Everyone knows that hunger is hard to endure, but in fact, no one knows that when a ghost is hungry, it’s even more unbearable.

The ghosts quickly formed a tacit understanding: first catch it, and if some living person comes later, of course, go for the delicious option.

If there really isn’t any…

this thing can also be eaten in a bite.

So when Little Loach came over, the hundred ghosts opened the Ghost Account and prepared to let it in.

Little Loach seemed to be unaware and swam in with a flick of its tail.

The entire Ghost Zone suddenly shook, and the hundred ghosts were puzzled: An earthquake?

The Ghost Zone is independent of the Real World, and an earthquake shouldn’t affect it here.

Fortunately, the shaking quickly disappeared, and the hundred ghosts who were sheltered in this Ghost Zone were not its masters – they didn’t have that much power.

So they waited a bit longer, saw that there were no abnormalities, and put this small matter aside.

Little Loach happily swam beside the few tall ships, sticking its head out from time to time, curiously observing the various behaviors of the “people” on the ships.

Meanwhile, the surrounding ghosts were also gazing at Little Loach.

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“It’s a pity it’s a fish, if it were a person, it would be perfect.”

“Don’t be picky, it’s good to have something to eat.”

“Butcher Maxwell, you do it, quickly kill it and let’s share.”

Among the hundred ghosts, there was a bearded man with an open shirt, revealing a palm-wide layer of chest hair, complaining discontentedly, “It’s my turn for this kind of work.”

“When there’s a good job, who remembers my special abilities?”

Complaining aside, he still pulled out a pig-killing knife, borrowed the power of the Ghost Zone, captured Little Loach, and dragged it ashore – right at his doorstep by the Riverside, there was a huge blue stone.

After slaughtering it, one wash with River Water would make it clean and smooth.

Little Loach didn’t understand what was happening and stared with round eyes, curiously watching this non-human man use all his strength to drag himself up.

Butcher Maxwell gasped for breath and kept muttering, “What’s going on?

Supposedly, things in the Ghost Zone aren’t supposed to have weight, so why is this thing so heavy?”

Little Loach’s eyes darted around: You’re telling me, I could’ve taken care of myself!

Butcher Maxwell finally managed to drag Little Loach onto the blue stone slab and sat down with a thud.

Little Loach rolled on the stone slab and happily thought: This place is nice, flat and smooth, it’s really comfortable to lie on.

It straightened its body, its tail just touching the water as it gently splashed.

Butcher Maxwell looked at it and laughed, “Hey, it’s quite sensible, lying flat for easy cutting for me.”

“Such a big one is enough for everyone to eat for several days.”

Butcher Maxwell sharpened his knife and approached Little Loach, patting its body and saying, “Since you’re such an obedient animal, I won’t torture you.

I’ll use my skills to give you a swift end.”

With that, Butcher Maxwell breathed a mouthful of Ghost Air onto the pig-killing knife in his hand, which instantly transformed into a three-foot-long giant blade, shrouded in black energy, with gusts of gloomy wind and wailing ghosts and howling wolves.

This size was indeed sufficient to chop off Little Loach’s head in one stroke.

Death without pain.

In the Ghost Zone, there were still bright lights and laughter, as the hundred ghosts eagerly awaited the arrival of a few travelers to feast like they had the night before.

Butcher Maxwell raised his pig-killing knife high and cut towards Little Loach’s neck.

Crack!

The pig-killing knife broke on the spot.

Butcher Maxwell was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of black energy surged over his cheek, causing his entire body to wither, shrinking a size smaller.