Eyes

In the blink of an eye, the little monkey's entire body decayed and turned into a pile of ashes that scattered with the wind.

Not a single bit of fur, bone, or organ remained.

This was what it meant to vanish into ashes.

The Horned King Monkey cub had been completely drained!

Then, the system panel blurred for a moment before becoming clear again.

[Elite Archer · Max-Level Requirements:

1. Become a max-level ordinary archer (Completed)

2. One eye each from three kinds of animals (2/3)

3. Horned King Monkey cub (Completed)]

"Hmm, just one eye left."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly, deep in thought.

"Huh?"

Skinny Dog blinked and asked strangely, "You've already gotten eyes from two kinds of animals? The Horned King Monkey counts as one. What was the other one, and when did you get it? How come I didn't know?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "A hen's. Didn't we eat three hens?"

"That's not right!"

Skinny Dog suddenly cried out, "I remember you saying chickens were born nearsighted, and you didn't want chicken eyes."

He suddenly realized.

Fang Zhixing had killed him once today. That eye had to be his!

"Fuck, you wanted better eyes, so you deliberately provoked me into attacking you. Then you took the chance to kill me, all just to get my eye!"

Skinny Dog finally caught on.

Fang Zhixing was the type to plan every step. Every move he made had a purpose, part of some calculation.

"Ahhh, you fucking schemed against me!!"

Skinny Dog flew into a rage, so angry he nearly vomited up his meal.

"Tch, you're so dramatic!"

Fang Zhixing remained calm and said coldly, "You're overthinking it. It was a hen's eye. Believe it or not."

He turned his head away, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

Skinny Dog was furious. Barin his teeth, he cursed, "Fine, fine, fine. I hope you get a pair of titanium alloy dog eyes."

Fang Zhixing did not respond. He stood up and walked outside, opening the door as he said, "Come on, let's look around the market and see if we can find some good eyes."

Still angry, Skinny Dog stubbornly replied, "Go by yourself. I'm not accompanying you."

With that, he lay down and refused to move, determined to resist to the bitter end.

Without looking back, Fang Zhixing said bluntly, "If I level up while you aren't there, can you still improve?"

The moment those words fell!

Skinny Dog hesitated. His dog eyes rolled around for a while before he got up and ran after him.

"Damn it, I contributed one of my eyes. Why shouldn't I get a share of the improvement?"

"No matter what, I'm not taking a loss!"

Cursing under his breath, Skinny Dog caught up with Fang Zhixing.

There was a market on East Street in the town, bustling with voices.

Almost anything could be bought there: firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauces, vinegar, tea, vegetables, fish, meat, and all sorts of other goods.

As Fang Zhixing walked down the street, vendors' cries filled his ears.

Before long, he saw several meat stalls selling chicken, pork, beef, mutton, and some meat from species he could not identify.

"Skinny Dog, sniff carefully."

Fang Zhixing spoke to him telepathically.

Skinny Dog impatiently replied, "Sniff for what?"

Fang Zhixing quickly said, "Can't you smell bloodline beasts? Maybe someone in this market hunted one."

Skinny Dog immediately understood what Fang Zhixing wanted. This guy still wanted eyes from a bloodline beast.

The max-level requirement was [eyes from three kinds of animals], yet he had taken it upon himself to change it into [eyes from three bloodline beasts].

What a fucking ambitious guy!

As expected of a top student. His standards for himself were high!

"Fuck, no wonder you wanted me to come along."

Skinny Dog suddenly understood. So he was just a tool dog.

Fang Zhixing did not deny it. Instead, he tempted him again, saying, "If I make great progress, you should get more improvements too, shouldn't you?"

Hearing this, no matter how unwilling Skinny Dog was, he had to admit that his bond with Fang Zhixing was somewhat twisted.

If one prospered, both prospered. If one suffered, the other suffered.

Seeing that Skinny Dog still did not respond, Fang Zhixing curled his lip and used his trump card. He said seriously, "You get to choose dinner tonight. Order whatever you want."

Skinny Dog immediately raised his head proudly, his nose twitching rapidly.

He sniffed as he walked forward.

Fang Zhixing followed at an unhurried pace.

Gradually, the two left the meat-selling area and entered the fish market.

Skinny Dog did not stop walking. He soon passed through the fish market, and just then, a burst of bird calls suddenly rang out from somewhere.

The market was incredibly chaotic and noisy. Even when people spoke face-to-face, they could barely hear each other.

Yet the bird calls were loud and clear, each cry reaching their ears.

Fang Zhixing looked around, searching. For the moment, he heard the bird but could not see it.

Skinny Dog paused briefly, then suddenly turned his head and charged forward. Before long, he turned into a side alley.

Fang Zhixing followed and found that vendors had also set up stalls in that alley.

"Wild game, fresh live wild game!"

Several vendors shouted their wares enthusiastically.

They were selling wild game caught in the mountains, mostly birds.

Skinny Dog stopped and started several times before finally halting in front of one stall, staring at a cage.

"This bird has a very unusual scent," Skinny Dog said telepathically.

Fang Zhixing looked at the bird in the cage. It resembled an eagle, but it was smaller and thin. Its head was slightly large, and its feathers were a mottled mix of colors.

He frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Can you be sure this bird is a bloodline mutant?"

Skinny Dog replied speechlessly, "How am I supposed to be sure? I can only judge by scent. This bird gives off some kind of dangerous aura. As for whether it has a bloodline, I can't be one hundred percent certain."

Fang Zhixing understood and crouched down.

The vendor hurriedly said, "Sir, these birds were all caught in the mountains. They're delicious roasted."

Fang Zhixing pointed at the mottled bird and asked, "What kind of bird is this? Do you know?"

The vendor smiled ingratiatingly. "This is a Great 𫛚 Dove, a kind of waterbird. It's very wild and eats anything, so it's hard to catch. To be honest, this kind of bird is incredibly fierce. If you anger it, it'll chase people and peck at their eyes."

"Great 𫛚 Dove?" Fang Zhixing had never heard of it, but he liked fierce birds. This bird's eyesight surely was not weak.

I'll buy it!

Fang Zhixing quickly made up his mind.

A moment later, after some haggling, Fang Zhixing bought the Great 𫛚 Dove.

The man and dog quickly left the market.

It was nearly evening by then.

They planned to return to the Cheng Family Compound after dinner.

"Where should we eat? Riverside Restaurant again?" Skinny Dog asked.

Fang Zhixing thought for a moment before replying, "Let's go somewhere quieter. A small tavern or something."

Skinny Dog could not help thinking of that gay guy and nodded. "Alright, let's have some home-style dishes."

A moment later, they entered an alley. After turning another corner ahead, they would reach East Street's snack street.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, two people sprang out from the alley and blocked the way.

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes and looked them over. They were dressed like street thugs.

A robbery?

One of them shouted angrily, "Kid, hand over the protection money."

Fang Zhixing sneered and reached his right hand toward his hunting knife.

Seeing this, the two thugs suddenly flung out handfuls of powder.

It was lime!

The lime powder scattered through the air.

Fang Zhixing raised his left hand to shield his eyes while quickly backing away.

But after taking only two steps back, hurried footsteps came from behind him.

The instant he turned around, a large net filled his vision.

Whoosh~

The net fell over Fang Zhixing's head, covering him.

A burly man lunged forward and slammed directly into Fang Zhixing.

Trapped in the net, Fang Zhixing could not turn his body and could not draw his knife in time before being knocked to the ground.

Then, a group of people surrounded him and began kicking and punching him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Pain erupted from all over Fang Zhixing's body. He could only curl up and protect his head.

"Woof! Woof!"

Skinny Dog's roar rang out beside his ears.