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After finishing his meal, Qin Feng stepped out alone, leaving the little fox, Qin Wan'er, at home. He felt reassured about that.
As Qin Feng slowly made his way down the street towards the horse market, he couldn't shake off a sense of unreality about his surroundings. Just then, he noticed a crowd gathered ahead, pointing and whispering animatedly.
With his keen senses, Qin Feng easily caught snippets of their conversation. It was indeed surprising; the old ox had actually knelt down. This showed the loyalty of the old ox—how could such a good animal be sold?
What a pity! If it were younger, I would definitely gather some money to buy it, he thought.
Curiosity piqued, Qin Feng moved closer and soon saw a plainly dressed farmer tightly holding onto a rope, his face flushed with embarrassment. In front of him knelt an old ox, its front legs on the ground. The creature was entirely black, but its fur was dry and disheveled, as if it had been roughly handled.
Suddenly, Qin Feng twitched his nose; he caught a familiar scent wafting from both the ox and the man. He quickly glanced at the man's head and noticed a flash of dark energy in his eyes. He realized that the man's Destiny Energy appeared dark red—a sign of impending misfortune according to fortune-telling traditions.
It seems like he has encountered something sinister. No wonder this aura feels so familiar, Qin Feng murmured to himself. In his past life, he had dealt with exorcisms, and this aura instantly triggered memories within him.
Though there were many people surrounding them, no one seemed interested in buying the ox. After all, it was an old beast; the authorities wouldn’t allow it to be slaughtered for meat, and it would need to be cared for. Many preferred to buy a young calf instead.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Qin Feng considered that using an ox for pulling carts would be more stable; after all, they weren't in a hurry to travel. With that thought in mind, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you selling the ox?"
The farmer had been so overwhelmed by the crowd's comments that he had almost decided against selling it. However, upon hearing Qin Feng's question, he looked up in surprise. "Yes! I’m selling the ox; it's not expensive—just ten taels of silver!"
The crowd erupted into an uproar at this announcement.
"What? Ten taels of silver? Are you joking? This is an old cow; who knows how much longer it can live?"
"That's right, at most five taels of silver. It can't be more than that."
"Five taels? Ha! I might as well buy a calf."
The man lowered his head, shrinking back slightly, his lips moving but unable to form words.
Qin Feng, however, was unfazed. He nodded, reached into his pocket, and handed over ten taels of silver. "Alright, I’ll buy it."
The man was clearly taken aback, looking up at Qin Feng in shock.
The onlookers were also stunned, casting strange glances at Qin Feng, wondering if he was a fool.
The man snapped out of his daze and nervously asked, "Really? You won’t regret it?"
Qin Feng smiled. "As long as you don’t regret it, that’s fine."
Hearing this, the man was overjoyed and quickly took the silver. "I won’t regret it! I won’t regret it! This cow is yours now."
He hurriedly handed the rope to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng tugged on the rope, but the old cow let out a mournful cry and turned its head away, unwilling to follow him.
Seeing this, the man panicked. Fearing that Qin Feng might change his mind, he kicked the old cow. "I’ve already sold you! This young master is your new owner; hurry up and follow him!"
The old cow stared at the man, clearly distressed by his urgent calls.
The man was so anxious that he wanted to kick again, but Qin Feng raised his hand and said, "Now this is my cow; is it appropriate for you to act like that?"
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