My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 89 - 88: He must be allergic, right?

Chapter 89: Chapter 88: He must be allergic, right?

Yang Qian looked at the syringe in his hand, sighed with some reluctance, and inserted the syringe into Luo Feng’s neck, where the liquid was slowly pushed into his body.

Shao Zifeng stood by and asked, “What is this?”

After putting the emptied syringe away, Yang Qian wiped his hands and said, “This is a potion specially used by Fusang to suppress the desire for destruction, unfortunately, this is the only one.”

“Can’t we develop it in Daxia?” Shao Zifeng curiously asked.

From his understanding of this world, Daxia was the first to quell internal strife during the “Unknown Recovery Incident,” obtaining precious time for the nation’s reconstruction.

Since then, whether it was the economy, mutant creatures research, various drug developments, or patent applications, Daxia had always been far ahead of other countries.

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Now, suddenly hearing Yang Qian treasure this drug so much made him a bit uncomfortable.

“Yes and no,” Yang Qian glanced at Shao Zifeng, turned back to the restrained Nine-tailed Demon Fox, and gestured with his mouth, “Do you know where that comes from?”

After running around yesterday and collapsing a building in his sleep today, Shao Zifeng now in a rare moment of leisure, sat cross-legged next to Yang Qian, laying his hidden weapon across his lap, hesitated and said, “From Fusang.”

When Qiuqiu saw Shao Zifeng sit down, it immediately climbed onto his lap, hugging the hidden weapon and closed its eyes, exhausted from the past two days.

“Yes, Fusang…” Before he could finish, Yang Qian raised an eyebrow, surprised, glanced at Shao Zifeng, and slapped his shoulder with a laugh, “Not bad, little brother, even knowing this.”

Shao Zifeng slightly shrugged his shoulder, feeling somewhat uneasy, but considering the man had saved his life, he endured it.

The sound of fighting outside the barriers continued, but Yang Qian seemed very confident in his two pets, and after pondering for a moment, said, “Currently, the Nine-tailed Fox Clan in the world has four forms: Daxia’s Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox, Fusang’s Nine-tailed Demon Fox, the Korean… ahem, sorry, my tongue slipped, Korea’s Nine-tailed Ghost Fox.”

“Speaking of this just ticks me off, those Korean jackasses claim that they are the origin of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, branding it domestically as the ‘Origin Nine-tailed Fox,’ truly shameless.”

After saying this, Yang Qian felt it wasn’t enough, and continued swearing indignantly.

Listening to this, Shao Zifeng rarely showed a sincere smile, confirming that, even in this universe, Korea was still that well-known universe-origin country of Southeast Asia.

The feeling was indescribable, he felt very intimate with Yang Qian’s words and a bit of agreement emerged.

“What about the fourth form?” Shao Zifeng curiously asked, finding this uncle from the Abnormal Administration Bureau quite interesting.

Yang Qian, hearing Shao Zifeng’s question, had a vivid expression, struggling to suppress a laugh, “The fourth form is from Tianzhu, but better not to mention it, as they’ve almost ruined it, haha…”

Hearing this, he seemed to remember something amusing and could not help but burst into laughter.

Thinking back to another spacetime’s tales of the Indian brothers, Shao Zifeng also laughed, the sense of agreement in his heart deepening bit by bit.

After laughing for a while, Yang Qian composed himself, maintaining a professional look as if from the Abnormal Administration Bureau, unless he couldn’t help it, and waved his hand, “Let’s not mention them, let’s talk about Fusang’s form. Among the four forms, only the Fusang form is rather peculiar, as their innate abilities can affect the emotions of the Contractors. Over a decade ago, Fusang witnessed multiple incidents where Combat Training Masters were influenced by the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, leading to massacres in villages.”

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“Although they later strictly restricted the Nine-tailed Demon Fox’s usage, there still occurs occasional instances where they lose control and harm people.”

Hearing this, Shao Zifeng puzzledly remarked, “If so, why does Fusang still allow its citizens to contract these creatures?”

Yang Qian remained silent for a moment before pulling a crumpled cigarette from the tattered pocket of his shirt. He offered one to Shao Zifeng, who waved his hand in refusal.

Upon lighting the cigarette, Yang Qian took a deep drag and exhaled a ring of smoke. “Desire, eh,” he said, “just like I can’t quit this nicotine, they can’t bear to leave this powerful force unused.”

Shao Zifeng was silent, recalling a book he had read in another time and space called “The Chrysanthemum and the Sword,” which discussed the culture of shame of that nation—submissive yet stubborn, loyal yet rebellious.

“I also have to admire those guys. To control this power, they actually developed this kind of injection. Although I don’t know the exact effects, it reportedly suppresses the desires well.” Yang Qian took a fierce puff of his cigarette, tossed the butt onto the ground, and picked up the box containing the injection, shaking it. “This is from Luo Feng, to prevent him from losing control one day.”

“Can’t our country develop it?” asked Shao Zifeng, voicing his doubt.

Yang Qian countered, “Does our country need it?” Without waiting for Shao Zifeng’s response, he continued, “They won’t make it public, they guard the formula closely. Our country doesn’t need it, so we definitely won’t spend a huge amount of money to develop such a thing.”

Upon hearing this, Shao Zifeng understood. Demand is always the primary driving force of humanity. The Fusang country developed the drug at all costs because they needed to control that power, while Daxia would not engage in such ungrateful research.

“Uh… hm.”

Luo Feng, lying on the ground, suddenly twitched his fingers a few times, his eyebrows furrowed together, muttering meaninglessly.

“Is he waking up?” Yang Qian’s face lit up as he reached out to help Luo Feng up.

“Don’t touch him, he has a problem.” Shao Zifeng grabbed Yang Qian’s arm with a serious look on his face, watching Luo Feng as several small lights spun in the outskirts of his eyes, simultaneously sensing the faint emergence of negative emotions.

Though puzzled, Yang Qian didn’t underestimate Luo Zifeng because of his young age.

Shao Zifeng, holding Yang Qian’s arm, stood up and took a few steps back. “Didn’t you say this thing works?”

“Yes, this is what Luo Feng gave me. He said to use it on him if he ever lost control. For three years, I held it in my hands day and night; it’s almost worn smooth,” Yang Qian said as he re-examined the drug box to make sure it was the right one.

Upon hearing this, Shao Zifeng’s mood soured. He had heard of playing with walnuts or pearls, even bones, but playing with a drug was excessive.

After thinking for a moment, Shao Zifeng brightened. “Did you check the expiration date?”

“Expiration date?” Yang Qian was momentarily stunned; what expiration date? In his time, they ate whatever they had, not bothering about such things.

With this thought, he hurriedly opened the box of injections and found a label behind the velvet padding. Holding the box close, he said, “It doesn’t have an expiration date, just a ‘Made in Heisei 23 year.’

Heisei 23, Shao Zifeng calculated in his mind, should correspond to the year 2011 in the standard calendar.

It was now the year 2020. At that thought, Shao Zifeng’s face fell even further. Regardless of the drug’s original shelf-life, being played with for three years, it must have lost its effectiveness.

“Uh…”

Luo Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his neck skin reddened, veins protruded, and he continuously scratched his skin with clawed hands while shaking uncontrollably, with foam at the corners of his mouth.

The more Shao Zifeng watched, the more he felt something was wrong. Hesitantly, he said, “He seems to be having an allergic reaction to the drug, doesn’t he?”