Chapter 466: Chapter 466

Within just one day, the space was filled to the brim with seaweed, yet the red earthworms had only about doubled in number.

We definitely need to speed up the experiments. It’s a pity the Magic Cube Space is only this large. Now I can’t even section off a few extra spaces to conduct trials.

Jing Shu felt somewhat disheartened. If the Magic Cube Space were a bit larger, she could have used dozens of separate, small spaces to conduct these experiments simultaneously. Unfortunately, the space was now so crammed that she couldn’t free up any more room. This was the biggest drawback of the Magic Cube Space: although it could be freely combined into a large space, the smallest it could be divided into was a single cubic meter.

Now, many spaces were exactly half a cubic meter, filled with half-eaten foods like Crucian Carp Tofu Soup and Seafood Shrimp Porridge. One-cubic-meter spaces couldn’t be partitioned further. If the Magic Cube Space didn’t upgrade soon, she would have to gather these miscellaneous foods to resolve the crowding.

Forget it. While I still have time, I might as well resolve the issue with Hao Yunlai.

Jing Shu had originally planned to wait until Hao Yunlai’s family all agreed to the risks before attempting such a dangerous method, which was why she had delayed for some time. However, she hadn’t expected Yang Yang to say that Hao Yunlai had jinxed his entire family to death. And these past few days, the people of Wu City could do nothing. So, Jing Shu decided to try a desperate remedy, like treating a dead horse as if it were still alive.

Thus, after Jing Shu prepared the materials, she arranged to meet Yang Yang the next day to find Hao Yunlai.

Jing Shu, still dreaming, was woken by her family’s chattering inside the RV. The weather outside remained gloomy, and a chill hung in the air. She wondered if the people in the tents on the back mountain had frozen stiff. The weather had been getting progressively colder, driving many who had previously braved the elements back into houses.

Walking from her bedroom to the first floor of the RV, she saw her whole family excitedly gathered around the TV near the dining area.

The TV was broadcasting Wu City’s morning news. The female anchor, her face clean and clear, was presenting live without makeup.

"According to data submitted by Wu City’s deputy livestock farm director, Jing An, Wu City has now issued licenses for 50,000 chickens, 2,000 cows, and 5,000 pigs. Sixty thousand people have received chicken breeding permits after training. Deputy Director Jing An says..." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱

The scene shifted to Jing An at the gloomy livestock farm, dressed in a breeding uniform, saying, "For just an additional five Virtual Coins, you could spin for a lucky number like 8888 or 9999, boosting your prestige while walking your chicken. We urge all owners who haven’t registered to come and get their chickens tested, vaccinated, and licensed, and to earn your chicken breeding certificate after training. This ensures the safety of you and your beloved chickens. Reject unlicensed chicken breeding that spreads viruses.

Wu City Livestock Farm’s Jing An reminds you: There may be thousands of chickens and ducks, but safety is paramount. Unregulated chicken farming brings tears to your loved ones."

The scene cut back to the news anchor, who said, "The rampant virus has infected many domestic poultry, and some criminals are selling this infected poultry at low prices on the Black Market. The public must remember: [Any chicken without a license is not a good chicken.] Reporting is rewarded..."

Jing Shu’s lips twitched. Mr. Jing had actually made it on the news and had said such things! It was truly a case of looking at someone with new eyes after just three days’ absence.

The family clapped, cheering for Mr. Jing. Rubbing the back of his neck with his broad hand, Mr. Jing laughed and said, "We should also get a license for our Fat Chicken, though I’m not sure which category it falls under. And those two Little Black chickens need to be registered too. Oh, and the lion-headed goose—should it get a Wu City license or one from the Imperial Capital? I heard it’s tough to get a license in the Imperial Capital; people are even queuing up for a lottery."

Jing Shu sat down and voraciously devoured Grandma Jing’s breakfast: bite-sized, translucent, and savory Shrimp Dumplings; soft, meaty, steamed pork dumplings; crispy-shelled egg tarts; and giant soup dumplings as large as a bowl. Inserting a straw, Jing Shu slurped the crab-roe-flavored soup, scalding her tongue. It took her a while to answer, "If it’s licensed, does that mean we can’t kill and eat it anymore?"

I never raised chickens in the previous apocalypse, only knowing they were gold-devouring creatures that laid eggs whenever they felt like it.

The Fat Chicken looked over in terror, backing away relentlessly. What did that mean? Was that something a human would say? I’m already selling eggs to survive, so why are there always troublemakers trying to kill me?

Mr. Jing laughed. "Of course, chickens and ducks bought from our legitimate ’4S store’ can’t be killed. They have to be brought in for annual inspections, and when registering their feather patterns, dyeing isn’t allowed. If there are too many violations in a year, causing the chicken to get sick or lose weight, not only will the chicken be confiscated, but various certificates will also be revoked. However, home-bred chickens aren’t under our jurisdiction, so you can kill them as you please."

The Fat Chicken shivered.

Jing Shu continued to wolf down her food and nodded in understanding. "Then, for the Fat Chicken, just register it as you see fit. As for the lion-headed goose, register it for Wu City." Whether we’ll even return to the Imperial Capital is still uncertain.

After finishing her meal, Jing Shu left, leaving the Fat Chicken’s mournful little eyes behind her.

A chilly wind gusted as deep night fell upon the desolate wilderness.

"Does Hao Yunlai live here?" Jing Shu looked up, pulling her thick cotton coat and bulky cotton pants tighter around her, staring at the sinister, horrifying mansion. She glanced around. This damn place is built right on top of a graveyard!

Yang Yang exhaled, a puff of white in the cold air, and put on his military-style leather cap, which made him look much more handsome. "This used to be Hao Wangjiao Village, home to Wu City’s famous pharmaceutical family, with a hundred or so members. Hao Yunlai jinxed everyone in the village who shared his surname to death. Naturally, their ancestral tombs are all buried here."

"Second Form, activate!" A ripple of air spread out, and the Magic Cube Space expanded outwards from Jing Shu. Soon, the mooing of cows and the diligent buzzing of Bees could be heard. Only then did Jing Shu feel much better.

Hao Yunlai is truly terrifying!

Just then, Yang Yang looked down and kicked his leather boots. His tight pants made a creaking sound as he spoke, his cool voice tinged with regret, "Did you know? Hao Wangjiao Village got rich making fake medicine, committing all sorts of unconscionable deeds. After Hao Yunlai was born, he successively jinxed all his clansmen to death. When they discovered he was a Heavenly Slaughter Star, they tried to kill him, but to no avail. He lived on, bearing the curses of his clan and the scorn of the outside world, receiving neither familial love nor compassion from others."

Jing Shu remained silent. She hadn’t expected the sleepy, Zen-like man to have such a tragic past. Indeed, it was thanks to Hao Yunlai that she had escaped with her life in the United States.

Even so, that doesn’t offset this time’s medical expenses.

Yang Yang chuckled lightly, and the atmosphere warmed slightly. Jing Shu entered the gloomy old mansion with her suitcase. It was filled with various precious mahogany furniture, all covered in dust and shrouded in a dead silence.

Hao Yunlai lay in a cold room. Wrapped in thick blankets, he was still shivering, yet soft snores escaped him. Yang Yang shook his head; Hao Yunlai had been sleeping for more than ten days.

An old, hunched, deaf, and mute man was taking care of Hao Yunlai in the house.

"That old man is Hao San’er, the only one who wasn’t jinxed to death," Yang Yang explained.

Jing Shu set down her medical box. She curiously watched the old man sitting by the stove, warming himself and completely ignoring the freezing, shivering Hao Yunlai. She asked, "Is it because his sins were the lightest, so he wasn’t jinxed to death?"