Chapter 10: 10. Mutant Wild Dog, the Correct Usage of Spiritual Language Superpower

Can an ordinary medium-sized dog jump more than ten meters at once?

Of course not.

Superpower!

This is definitely a superpower!

Yang Fan mused, “Humans can acquire superpowers, so naturally animals can too. Since the first batch of superpower users emerged among humans, surely a batch of mutant creatures has appeared in nature.”

His heart immediately became lively: “I need more Spiritual Source Points, I need more superpowers.”

Yang Fan took out his laptop and opened the city map of Linjiang City.

He compared the memories of the crows and studied for a while, finally confirming the location of the wild dogs—Yangshan Park in the East Suburb!

Yang Fan speculated, “Linjiang City had a snowstorm, could it be that the mutant wild dogs have nowhere to forage and are roaming to the edge of the city?”

After pondering for a while, he came up with a preliminary plan: “Lishan District is two kilometers from Yangshan Park. I’ll go to Lishan District first and then command the crows to scout the situation.”

The wild dogs are undoubtedly mutants of the physical Element type; their combat power is definitely not weak.

If one recklessly goes to Yangshan Park to search and gets attacked by wild dogs, it could be life-threatening. Only a fool would do that.

After making the decision.

Yang Fan immediately took action.

Because of the bone-chilling cold outside, he specifically took out a set of heated clothing from the Space Pearl and put it on.

The so-called “heated clothing” has heating wires built into both the jacket and pants, which can quickly heat up to 20 degrees when connected to a power source.

This thing is usually used with a power bank, but it only lasts for a few hours.

However, he has the Thunder Branch, which can almost provide unlimited power.

Back then, he stocked up twenty sets, costing only five hundred and fifty bucks each.

A few days ago, he checked online, and the price had soared to more than two thousand eight hundred bucks, a fivefold increase.

Yang Fan put on a hat and mask, carried a backpack, and left his home fully armed.

The snow on the ground was nearly a palm thick, making a “crunch, crunch” sound as his shoes pressed into it.

Upon reaching the entrance of the community.

Yang Fan immediately felt the impact of the “Emergency Bill”.

Six patrol officers were on duty at the entrance of the community.

Several large recruitment posters were pasted at the entrance.

Many people were gathered around watching.

“Serving in the military for a month only earns three and a half thousand bucks; it’s two and a half thousand for engineering soldiers. Even though meals and accommodation are provided, the salary doesn’t seem very high.”

“Isn’t that obvious? The Great Xia Kingdom is recruiting forty million people at once. How could they offer high salaries?”

“Rationing is about to be fully implemented. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy things. Soldiers and engineering soldiers have higher quotas, I think it’s not too bad.”

“With the current economic downturn, do you think people won’t flock to sign up? Times have changed, better not be picky.”

“Look at this freakish weather; it’s snowing heavily in midsummer. Who knows how many more disasters are coming? Joining the army might be safer.”

“That’s true. I might as well register at the recruitment point later.”

Yang Fan observed coldly, seeing many people with deep confusion on their faces.

He was truly grateful that he had decided to buy stocks in Great Xia Central Agriculture, otherwise, he would be one of those people worrying about making a living today.

Yang Fan silently sighed, passing through the crowd, heading toward the subway station.

Due to the sudden snowfall, it was exceptionally cold, so there weren’t many pedestrians on the road.

He walked a while and unexpectedly saw a woman pulling a little boy, struggling in the snow.

The little boy was wrapped up like a dumpling, stumbling as he walked, looking rather comical.

With his keen hearing, Yang Fan overheard the conversation between the mother and son.

“Mom, can you buy me a lollipop? Just one is enough,” the little boy pleaded earnestly.

The woman refused without hesitation, “No! We’re almost out of money, your grandfather needs to buy blood pressure medicine, and we still need to buy rice and vegetables.”

The little boy responded with a disappointed “Oh.”

Yang Fan wanted to sigh again.

A year ago, the Great Xia days were peaceful; who would begrudge buying a child a lollipop?

Even a whole pack would be no issue!

A year later, after drastic changes on Canglan Star, a child’s wish to eat a lollipop had become a luxury.

Yang Fan thought for a moment, moved his right hand slightly, and quietly tossed two items into the snow.

He then activated the Spiritual Language and instructed his crow companions, “Airdrop!”

After a dozen seconds.

Two crows flapped their wings and landed, each carrying a lollipop in their beaks and flew away.

Ahead, tens of meters away.

The little boy was pouting, being pulled by his mother through the snow.

After a few seconds.

Two items suddenly fell from the sky, hitting the snow.

The mother and son were scared.

They went over to take a look and were both surprised.

The little boy, looking at the colorful packaging, was overjoyed, “Mom, lollipops!”

The woman looked around and found there was no one else, showing a puzzled expression.

She bent down and picked up the lollipop, examining it closely, even licking it to confirm it was indeed a lollipop.

Seeing her son’s eager face, her heart softened, and she handed the lollipop over, “Eat it.”

The mother and son did not notice a crow staring at them intently from a branch.

Meanwhile.

Through the crow’s perspective, Yang Fan saw the little boy happily pop the lollipop into his mouth, beaming with joy.

Huangmao’s happiness was tailing a curvy beauty.

His joy was helping the little boy fulfill his wish to eat a lollipop.

This kind of joy even surpassed the happiness of having twenty thousand lollipops in the Space Pearl.

Yang Fan murmured to himself: “In pretentious terms, the joys and sorrows between people do not connect.”

He grinned: “In plain and simple words, what I like to do is none of your damn business?”

*

An hour later.

Yang Fan smoothly arrived at Lishan District.

As a residential area in the suburbs of Linjiang City, this community looked even more desolate.

The row of shops along the street had mostly gone out of business.

The milk tea shops that once filled the streets were now nowhere to be found because sugar had been classified as a strategic resource that ordinary people couldn’t buy.

Only two noodle shops were still in operation.

Yang Fan walked into a noodle shop named “Hao zai lai,” glanced at the menu on the wall, and looked a bit speechless.

The vegetarian noodles only had four varieties.

There wasn’t a single kind of meat noodle.

This scene fully explained what scarcity of resources meant.

Even the price of vegetarian noodles wasn’t cheap, at least over fifteen yuan.

Yang Fan shook his head: “No wonder there are so few people.”

He ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and found a place to sit down.

His attention quietly shifted to the crows.

Six crows, following orders, had already flown over to Yangshan Park, searching every corner of the park.

Yang Fan looked for a few seconds, his brows slightly furrowed.

He suddenly noticed that several places on the park’s periphery were parked with uniform black off-road vehicles.

Above the park, more than a dozen drones were circling back and forth.

Yang Fan instantly understood everything: “I get it! The mutant wild dog isn’t lacking food and roaming to Yangshan Park.

“Some department of the government has already been watching the mutant wild dog; it fled here to escape capture.”

Upon closer thought,

This seemed to be a reasonable matter.

Yang Fan muttered in his heart: “Since the government has long known about the Primordial World, naturally they would prepare for mutant creatures in advance.”

He glanced at the black off-road vehicles and had a guess in his mind: “Could it be the Jiuzhou Legion?”

The Jiuzhou Legion could have been established long ago, only officially announced last night.

This all made perfect sense.

At this moment.

The scallion noodles were brought over.

Yang Fan looked at the plain noodles, took a bite with his chopsticks, and unexpectedly found the taste pretty good.

He ate the noodles slowly, feeling a bit troubled in his heart.

It’s rare to encounter a mutant creature; am I to watch helplessly as the government takes over?

Yang Fan swallowed a mouthful of noodles, and suddenly a bright idea popped into his head, an out-of-the-box idea.

He decisively commanded through the Mind Link: “Er Hei, come over!”

Ten seconds later.

A crow landed at the entrance of the noodle shop.

“Caw!”

It let out a call, peering through the glass door.

The owner glanced at it curiously, perhaps fearing the cold, didn’t bother to chase it away.

Yang Fan watched the crow, his right hand moved slightly, and he felt a joy in his heart: “It actually works.”

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift: “Maybe this is the right way to use the Spiritual Language Superpower.”

*

Two kilometers away.

Inside an off-road vehicle.

Sergeant Tang Wen held his firearm, carefully observing the road ahead through the car window glass.

He had been watching for two hours, feeling a bit fatigued.

But the target was an exceptionally ferocious beast that bit a villager to death, and he dared not be careless.

A few seconds later,

Tang Wen suddenly saw a crow flapping its wings and landing on the snow in front of him.

He quickly glanced at the crow, then shifted his gaze back to the road.

“Caw!”

The crow let out a call.

It kept walking around in the snow, occasionally pecking with its beak, unsure if it was foraging or doing something else.

After a dozen seconds,

The snow was covered with bird footprints.

The crow stopped moving and began to call out noisily.

Tang Wen muttered “too noisy” and looked over unconsciously.

He glanced briefly and suddenly noticed the footprints looked a bit peculiar.

He looked more closely, nearly jumping in shock.

The seemingly random bird footprints actually formed a line of Great Xia text—Withdraw the drones.

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