Chapter 7 Killing the Pig
"Kill the pig! Kill the pig!"
A cheerful tune sounded in the weed-covered courtyard.
A dull night passed, and Fang Ling got up early the next day.
The original patched singlet was stained with blood. The smell of blood was too strong and it was too scary to wear.
So he wears cotton clothes.
Because it’s spring, and the cold spring weather is about to recede, it won’t feel too hot.
After eating and drinking, he immediately walked towards the butcher shop.
When we arrived, Fatty was still loading the goods.
"Fat man, I'm here to see you again." Fang Ling approached, smiled and waved to him.
"Who?" The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief on his neck, and turned around with a surprised look on his face.
"Yo! This isn't, uh..."
The fat man thought about it in his mind and realized that he didn't seem to know the name of the lame beggar.
It has always been a shame to call the little cripple, but when someone else becomes a soul master in the future, such an insulting name is unacceptable.
"I want to name myself Fang Ling." Fang Ling said lightly.
"Fang Ling, yes!"
The fat man nodded heavily, with a bright smile on his face again, "Brother Fang, are you here...have you finished eating those two pieces of meat?"
Seeing that he was about to cut two more pieces of meat, Fang Ling quickly stopped him.
"No, thank you, thank you. I do have a purpose here, but it's not for the meat."
If it’s not for meat, then what is it for, money?
The fat man was a little nervous and held his breath as he listened to Fang Ling say: "I want to work in the slaughterhouse, and I want to ask you for help."
"A slaughterhouse."
Hearing Fang Ling's purpose, Fatty was slightly relieved, but at the same time he felt a little confused.
"Brother Fang has first-level soul power, and he can become a soul master in the future. If he doesn't practice hard, how can he think of going to that dirty place?"
"No money."
Fang Ling spread his hands.
"Although I am a beggar, I also have dignity. I can't come to your place again and again to eat meat for free in the next few years, right?"
"I don't care..." The fat man opened his mouth.
"You don't care, I do. I don't like to owe people too many favors. If I exchange labor for money, I can feel more at ease."
Fang Ling explained the reason.
"Besides, I will be a fighting soul master in the future. When I think about the battles I may face in the future, I get a little passionate. It is always good to see blood early."
His hands were clenched tightly, and his dark eyes reflected the light of the torch, as if he was solemnly making some oath to himself.
The firm look made the fat man unable to say any words of rejection.
After a while, he said: "I will take you there."
"Thank you, Fatty! I will definitely repay your kindness in the future!" Fang Ling said gratefully.
"Haha, but your clothes are not good for you, please change." The fat man nodded, wiped the oil on his hands, and tugged on Fang Ling's beggar's cotton coat in disgust.
"It doesn't need to be nice, just coarse linen clothes. After all, it's very dirty there."
"But you can't look like a beggar."
Fang Ling smiled: "I have no other clothes."
"I'll take you to buy new ones."
"You look at the store first." The fat man stood up, called a waiter from the inner hall, and then waved to Fang Ling, "Let's go, I'll take you there now."
Fang Ling cried with excitement and couldn't help but feel a little excited: "Thank you, Fatty. When I become a powerful soul master in the future, I will definitely repay your kindness!"
"I hope you can become a great soul master in the future, just don't forget the fat man today."
Fatty didn't know much about soul masters, but he also knew that there were ten levels of soul masters.
Level one is considered the lowest, and apart from level zero, there should be nothing more rubbish.
But he can become a soul master after all.
What's more, this crippled little beggar has light in his eyes. What if it really works?
It's easy to help people enter the slaughterhouse, so why not do it?
"Don't worry, you will never forget it!"
He bought a piece of coarse linen clothing that fit him. Although it was very rough, it already made Fang Ling feel very happy.
After saying hello to the soldiers at the city gate, the fat man took Fang Ling, who had changed into new clothes, and walked outside.
"Because the smell of blood is too strong, and to facilitate trade, the slaughterhouse is located outside the city. The slaughterhouses mainly slaughter pigs, but also some cattle and sheep."
"Because it is located at the trading node between the two countries, there are many people coming and going in Notting City, so it is said that dozens of pigs must be killed every day to supply the supply."
"With your small body, you will probably only be able to do some dirty work there."
"It's okay, I can help you a little bit." Fang Ling knew his current disadvantages. He was thin and not very strong. He would not be able to kill many pigs.
But after a year, you can always accumulate something, right?
Coupled with the independent growth of the panel every year and the level that can be increased through hard practice, it is already very fast.
A slaughterhouse outside the city. Before he even got close, a familiar fishy smell wafted into Fang Ling's nose.
It was a disgusting but faintly exciting smell of blood.
There is also the pungent smell after soil and hay are mixed and fermented, which is the smell of horse manure.
Various flavors are intertwined, especially sour and refreshing.
It was several times more smelly than the dilapidated courtyard where he, a beggar, slept.
The fat man unconsciously fanned his nose with his fat hand.
Of course, it's of no use.
He is a butcher and comes here every day to buy goods, so he is actually used to the smell here.
After leading Fang Ling through the loading carriages, the fat man greeted a skinny old man with a smile: "Uncle Liu."
The old man was sitting aside, drinking water from a bowl, and looked over in surprise when he heard the sound.
"Fat man? Didn't you eat meat and go back today? Why did you come here?"
The thin old man known as Uncle Liu glanced at Fang Ling and pointed with his finger: "Why are you bringing a child here?"
The fat man came closer and said, "Uncle Liu, he is a first-level innate guy who wants to become a fighting soul master in the future. He wants to work in a slaughterhouse and see blood."
"The soul master is coming to our place?"
The old man put down the bowl with a clang and stared at Fang Ling with a curious look: "Working-study student?"
Soul masters are all expensive and accustomed to being aloof.
Only work-study students who are short of money and have no background would be willing to come to a place like the slaughterhouse.
"Yes, a work-study student!"
"A cripple also wants to become a fighting soul master?"
The old man smacked his lips and took down a cigarette pouch from the wall.
"What's wrong with a lame person? A lame person can become a fighting soul master! Don't look at me like this now, I will be awesome in the future!"
Fang Ling raised his hands and made a strong posture.
Showing them off his biceps, which are not very strong.
The old man surnamed Liu made the old man laugh: "You kid."
"Grandpa Liu, are you willing to take me in?" Fang Ling looked at him expectantly, slightly nervous.
"Can you endure hardship?"
Old man Liu knocked the cigarette rod in his hand on the wall. When he heard this call, he could not suppress the smile on his face.
"Yes, of course I can!"
Fang Ling didn't dare to say anything else, but he dared to guarantee this aspect.
"I used to be a beggar, what hardships have I never suffered?"
"Good boy, then follow us."
Patting Fang Ling's shoulder encouragingly, he waved his hand to drive the fat man away, "Okay, fat man, get out of here. I'll take him to identify the things."
"Thank you, Uncle Liu. I'll take care of you, Brother Fang."
The fat man nodded and bowed, waved his fist to Fang Ling to encourage him, turned around and left.
"What's your name? Have you just awakened your martial spirit?" Old Liu squatted down and looked at Fang Ling, who was only one meter tall due to lack of nutrition.
"My name is Fang Ling, and I have just awakened my martial spirit."
Fang Ling smiled at him, and then summoned the sickle. The sharp metallic luster made Old Liu nod.
It looks good and he is a good martial spirit.
"What do you want to do here?"
"Of course it's to kill a pig!"
"Pig killing can be divided into several steps, no water or water, fixation, slaughter, bleeding, hair removal and cleaning..."
Fang Ling's eyes were bright: "I will be a fighting soul master from now on. Those who want to kill people, I will kill them!"
"Good boy, it's really extraordinary to be able to become a soul master from a beggar!"
Old Man Liu's slightly narrowed eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't help but cheer.
"There will be someone to kill soon. Let me show you what we have to prepare first."
He knocked the ashes of his cigarette, blew out a puff of mist, hung the cigarette rod on the hook on the wall again, and walked slowly in one direction.
"Okay, thank you so much, Grandpa Liu."
Fang Ling followed him, clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
I was very excited in my heart: "The point acquisition plan is successful!"
If any of you readers have investment opportunities, you might as well give them to the little author.
This book by the young author has a complete outline, and the detailed outline has been written in three volumes.
The book will definitely be finished.
Thank you here.
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(End of chapter)