As the rooster's comb stood straight up, an inexplicable air of menace appeared around him.
What was going on?
The Little Boy suddenly felt a chill for no reason.
The rooster glanced sideways at the Little Boy and said in a slick, streetwise tone:
"Hey, why're you talking so loud? This kid's just starting out—never been around the block, has he? Old Gu, don't you teach him how to behave?"
Gu Qingshan spread his hands, looking innocent. "I just caught him. I don't know where he came from yet."
The rooster said impatiently, "All right, enough talk. This time, get me this much."
He held out a wing and made a heart shape.
"How much Soul Power is that?" Gu Qingshan asked hesitantly.
"You don't even know that?" the rooster asked in surprise.
"I don't." Gu Qingshan looked a little embarrassed.
"Given our relationship, just decide how much his information's worth and pay me whatever you think is fair," the rooster said magnanimously.
Gu Qingshan thought that the rooster had quite the air of a streetwise operator.
He figured that he'd paid only a little Soul Power each time before, and this time was crucial, so he magnanimously placed his hand on the rooster.
He transferred ten thousand points of Soul Power in one go.
Bathed in this surging Soul Power, the rooster became a whole different bird.
A pale golden glow rose from his body, and his comb turned a brilliant scarlet.
"You're a real one, brother. Leave it to me. I guarantee I'll dig up everything about this kid's past life."
The rooster thumped his chest as he spoke.
"Sorry for the trouble," Gu Qingshan said.
With a wave of his hand, he set up a complex warding formation. There might not have been anything to defend against,