Chapter 235: The Evolutionary Ability of the Plucking Weasel

After drying and burning the blightgrass, Xia Qing didn't rush to tidy up the field. She decided to rest at home for a day, do some cleaning, and wash some clothes.

After giving the house a thorough cleaning—even tidying up the sheep pen and laying down fresh straw mats—Xia Qing sat inside the insect-proof net tent set up in the yard, drinking white tea and watching the clouds.

The sky after the blightrain was especially blue, and the white clouds especially big and fluffy.

Xia Qing, lounging in her recliner, took a sip of tea, then popped a dried fruit into her mouth, feeling completely at ease. "Boss, look up—the clouds up there are really beautiful."

Boss Sheep didn't even lift his head, squinting at the dried fruit on the small table.

Xia Qing handed him one. "Dried thornberry, green-tier, a bit sour."

After eating one, Boss Sheep lost interest—clearly the dried thornberry wasn't to his taste—but Xia Qing quite liked them.

After tossing a few more into her mouth, her phone on the table rang. Xia Qing picked it up, saw the name displayed on the screen, and immediately sat up. "Captain Yang."

Yang Jin responded, his voice hoarse. "I'm back."

The lead wolf had brought the weasel back three days ago, and only now had Yang Jin emerged from the Evolution Forest—he must have run into some obstacle. Xia Qing guessed it was probably other squads that had gone to the Evolution Forest for herbs, because the wounds on the lead wolf looked like they'd been slashed by human cold weapons.

She could tell from Yang Jin's voice that he was exhausted, so Xia Qing didn't ask further and directly sent a trade negotiation invitation. "When do you have time to come by for a cup of tea?"

We've got business to discuss, and we need to talk soon.

Yang Jin paused for a few seconds and declined Xia Qing's invitation. "Not recently—I need to hurry back to the Safe Zone."

What do you mean hurry back to the Safe Zone—you're clearly just afraid to go see Xia Qing! Luo Pei, wearing his protective mask, couldn't hold it in anymore. He went out of the room, closed the door, and laughed soundlessly, doubling over.

Xia Qing could hear the door closing, but she couldn't see what was happening on Yang Jin's end. She figured it was perfectly normal for Yang Jin to be busy. "Then let's talk when you're free."

Yang Jin glanced at Luo, who was acting crazy outside the window, and replied calmly, "Okay."

Just as Xia Qing was about to hang up, she heard Yang Jin ask, "The weasel in the photo I sent you—did it come back with the lead wolf?"

Xia Qing answered immediately. "It did. This morning it was in my yard plucking chicken feathers. What's wrong with it?"

Although he didn't want Xia Qing to know about his own embarrassing incident, Yang Jin wanted even less for her to suffer the same pain he had. "You'd better stay away from that weasel. Whatever you do, don't startle it or try to catch it. Its evolutionary ability is releasing a toxic stench—extremely, extremely foul-smelling."

Mm.

Hm?!!!

Xia Qing's eyes went wide. She wanted to ask Yang Jin how he knew the weasel's toxic gas was so foul, but felt it wouldn't be appropriate.

Without waiting for Xia Qing to speak, Yang Jin answered directly: "It released its toxic gas in the Evolution Forest and made several people vomit. The one who took a direct hit passed out on the spot."

That powerful? Xia Qing hurriedly asked, "Is everyone okay now?"

Yang Jin replied briefly, "The one who passed out wasn't one of my people."

That person is fine now—he fell into a pond and got swallowed by an Evolution Python. What a waste of that special-grade gear.

If they're not from the Azure Dragon Squad, then they must be another squad or faction that went to the Evolution Forest to fight over herbs. Getting knocked out by the stench serves them right. Xia Qing relaxed, but couldn't help wondering whether that person had been knocked out by the weasel's toxic ability, or by the stench, or by both the toxin and the stench attacking at the same time.

Wait, that's not right!

Thinking about it more, Xia Qing realized something was off. "Don't they all wear protective masks in the Evolution Forest?"

The weasel's stench is powerful enough to penetrate the air filtration system of a protective mask?

Yang Jin replied calmly, "The fighting was too intense—the protective mask broke."

Hearing Yang Jin's words, Luo Pei couldn't hold back any longer. "Ha, haha, hahaha—"

Hearing Luo's wild laughter coming through Yang Jin's phone, Xia Qing couldn't hold back either. The scene of the weasel releasing toxic gas to knock people out and make them vomit was impossible to dwell on—the more she thought about it, the funnier it got. Sorry, she really couldn't help it. Xia Qing hung up the phone and laughed wildly, slapping the table.

Having to endure the noise attack was one thing, but getting slapped several times was too much. Boss Sheep flew into a rage, leapt up, and butted Xia Qing's chair over with one headbutt of his horns.

Xia Qing, sprawled on the ground, kept on laughing as she slapped the floor.

Inside Territory One, Yang Jin's mind was full of Xia Qing's bright, clear laughter, and he couldn't help smiling either. Once his mood improved, even Luo, slapping the glass and acting crazy outside the window, didn't look quite so punchable.

After drying and burning the blightgrass, Xia Qing didn't rush to tidy up the field. She decided to rest at home for a day, do some cleaning, and wash some clothes.

After giving the house a thorough cleaning—even tidying up the sheep pen and laying down fresh straw mats—Xia Qing sat inside the insect-proof net tent set up in the yard, drinking white tea and watching the clouds.

The sky after the blightrain was especially blue, and the white clouds especially big and fluffy.

Xia Qing, lounging in her recliner, took a sip of tea, then popped a dried fruit into her mouth, feeling completely at ease. "Boss, look up—the clouds up there are really beautiful."

Boss Sheep didn't even lift his head, squinting at the dried fruit on the small table.

Xia Qing handed him one. "Dried thornberry, green-tier, a bit sour."

After eating one, Boss Sheep lost interest—clearly the dried thornberry wasn't to his taste—but Xia Qing quite liked them.

After tossing a few more into her mouth, her phone on the table rang. Xia Qing picked it up, saw the name displayed on the screen, and immediately sat up. "Captain Yang."

Yang Jin responded, his voice hoarse. "I'm back."

The Queen has already been out for three days, and only now has Yang Jin emerged from the Evolution Forest—looks like he ran into some obstacle. Xia Qing didn't ask further and directly sent a trade negotiation invitation. "When do you have time to come by for a cup of tea?"

We've got business to discuss, and we need to talk soon.

Yang Jin paused for a few seconds. "Not recently—I need to hurry back to the Safe Zone."

What do you mean hurry back to the Safe Zone—you're clearly just afraid! Luo Pei, wearing his protective mask, couldn't hold it in anymore. He went out of the room, closed the door, and laughed, doubling over.

He's a busy man, so it's normal that after being out so many days he'd want to hurry back. Xia Qing replied, "Then let's talk when you're free."

Yang Jin glanced at Luo, who was acting crazy outside the window, and replied calmly, "Okay."

Just as Xia Qing was about to hang up, she heard Yang Jin ask, "The weasel in the photo I sent you—did it come back with the lead wolf?"

"It did. This morning it was in my yard plucking chicken feathers." Although she was curious how Yang Jin had managed to cooperate with the lead wolf and the weasel, if Yang Jin didn't bring it up himself, Xia Qing wouldn't ask. He was a busy man who'd just emerged from the Evolution Forest and was in a rush to get back to the Safe Zone—when would he have time to chat with her?

Although he didn't want Xia Qing to know about his own embarrassing incident, Yang Jin wanted even less for her to suffer the same pain he had. "You'd better stay away from that weasel. Whatever you do, don't startle it or try to catch it. Its evolutionary ability is releasing a toxic stench—extremely, extremely foul-smelling."

Mm.

Hm?!!!