My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 345 - 142: Comprehensive Improvement, Mechanism Country Gear! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 345: Chapter 142: Comprehensive Improvement, Mechanism Country Gear! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

During this process, he was constantly corroded by the power of death. His blood and flesh began to mutate, metamorphosing into white bones, bit by bit... covering him and turning him into a small mountain of bones, standing erect in the middle of the Sea of Blood.

Were it not for the faint soul fluctuation, one would think he was dead already.

"Tsk, tsk, if this isn’t the epitome of paternal love. It really moves me. But what kind of luck is it that a father and son both possess the Eye of the Corpse? Particularly the younger one, he’s excessively powerful. Could it be related to the missing soul of the Skeleton Angel..."

Ninth Finger stroked his chin, muttering to himself as he looked towards the direction of the Divine Temple:

"It’s a pity that the Corpse Mountain Puppet isn’t here. Otherwise, I could have summoned the Flesh Mountain of the Skeleton Angel, and the birthing success rate of the new angels would be higher. But judging from the current situation, there doesn’t seem to be a problem. The seed has been sown. I can hardly wait to witness the arrival of the Holy City of the Dark Bone-dwellers. I want the things inside, as does the Mother of Twilight. Speaking of which, I wonder if the Twilight Order’s anti-lewd movement has been cleaned up..."

His voice shrunk smaller and smaller, until it disappeared with the wind. The Ninth Finger and the Soul-Devouring Demon Cloud vanished. The bloody sea stirred, once again becoming the calm Yellow Spring.

POW!

After that, the green Ghost Face mask shattered, turning into an airflow that helped the fainting soldiers and Iron Blood Sword Dogs to stand.

The next moment, everyone opened their eyes, looking bewildered for a moment, not feeling anything unusual.

In their eyes, they had merely blinked, continuing to guard the ruins of the Divine Temple.

.................

On the other hand, Gary Smith and the Club President bid farewell and went directly home.

As soon as they entered, Mousie excitedly sprawled on the sofa throne, holding all the potato chips for fear that Eggy would come to snatch them, but after a long wait, everything remained calm.

Nothing happened.

"I almost forgot, this guy is sleeping..."

It was only then that he remembered Eggy was still in hibernation, devouring the residual divine power of the Emperor of Hidden Corpses, requiring a lot of time to digest.

Although he was very annoyed with Eggy always snatching his food earlier, the sudden quiet made Mousie feel an inexplicable melancholy. The chips tasted less delicious, and the TV was also boring.

After tossing and turning for a while, Mousie still got up and went to Eggy’s side. He wrapped it with the roots of the Thousand-faced Soul Tree, infusing it with ghostly power, raising his head and humming:

"Remember, I’m not helping you. I just need another subordinate as the Mouse God. I’m letting you hatch earlier to be a minion. This counts as an advance payment of your salary."

"What a disingenuous guy."

Seeing Mousie’s arrogance, Gary Smith couldn’t help laughing. Although he always verbally claimed to hate, the one who took care of Eggy the most was always Mousie.

He confirmed that it was a hamster who was eccentric in person but straight in heart.

In fact, Gary Smith had originally planned to use chips to accelerate Eggy’s digestion cycle. He did not expect Mousie to take the initiative to do it.

Saved money!

Just kidding, in a few days when Eggy wakes up, we can all go team-building and enjoy a feast together.

As Gary Smith contemplated, just when he was about to sit down, he noticed that a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles was already placed in front of him. Floating with pale green scallions, like small leaf bots, emitting an enticing aroma.

Next to the bowl, was a Little Spider in a little chef’s outfit. Clearly, it had just gone to the kitchen to make this. Even Mousie had a small bowl and was already happily eating it.

"Ying Ying!"

I don’t want to feed the master, master is the best when he’s hungry.

The Little Spider had just said this when she immediately covered her mouth, her eyes welling with tears.

The side effects of her Spirit Corrosion state started again.

She really hated this side effect.

Gary Smith quietly looked at the bowl of Yangchun Noodles. He didn’t know when the Little Spider learned to cook it. Whether in his past or present life, he always liked eating a bowl of hot Yangchun Noodles after a busy day.

It didn’t need many ingredients, just a bit of soy sauce, a handful of scallions and a spoonful of pork oil, it was simply incredibly delicious.

Thinking of this, Gary Smith picked up his chopsticks to enjoy the meal. The noodles were firm, the soup base was not salty or tasteless, just right, and he even finished the last bit of soup, displaying a satisfied expression on his face.

After he finished eating, he reached out and touched the Little Spider’s head, praising it:

"The taste is quite good, our little Spider is getting more and more virtuous."

The Little Spider covered her mouth, feeling the warmth from his big hand and squinted her eyes merrily.

Having secretly learned several nights worth of recipes, she was rewarded at last. She was determined to cook more delicious meals in the future to make the master happier.

Having eaten his food, Gary Smith was no longer fatigued from his exploration of the Divine Temple ruins. He then started to organize the gains from this trip.

First naturally was the reward from the Crimson Moon Family, a Morning Star Material, which would just take a day or two to receive.

The second was Serena Martin’s eight million, of which four million had been transferred to him. As for the remaining four million, she said she would rob her grandfather’s small treasury for gold coins and transfer them to him in the next two days.

What a great filial act!

However, as a result, Gary Smith’s savings had directly exceeded the ten million mark. Even in Abyss City, he would be considered a minor tycoon, and he could live a comfortable life even if he stayed idle from now on.

But if used to take care of Pet Beasts, just buying a few high-level materials would eat up all the money.

Beast Control makes you poor for three generations!

The god of poverty is still watching, can’t be arrogant now that I’m rich!

The third gain, then, was some special treasures from Netherworld Ecology, and two soul fruits nurtured with Netherworld life as nourishment.

Other than some treasures he needed and kept, the rest could be handed over to the Dark Moon Commerce Guild for handling. It should be able to sell for about four to five million.