Infinite Beast Control: The Starting Pet Is A Stone

The hunting god's teaching army could stop ordinary people, but they certainly couldn't stop Fu Han. After watching the fun and eating the salt roast, Fu Han returned to the hotel to rest after a tiring day.

What surprised Fu Han was that he thought that Wang Qing would return to the hotel as soon as he knew that the crisis in Yanyan City had been resolved, but in the end, this guy still didn't come back. Without thinking much, Fu Han fell asleep.

The next morning, Fu Han was woken up by the bell that led to the spirit. After waking up, Fu Han stood at the window and looked for a long time. The business in Yanyan City was still very busy, with a constant stream of people loading and pulling goods. The difference is that there are many death priests on the streets today. They are taking the families of the victims to summon the souls of the dead in the city.

Busy merchants and clerks were as busy as ever. The death priest, ringing the ceremonial bell, followed by wailing people, passed by the carriages and horses carrying goods. Comparing the two, they seem to be people from two different worlds.

Fu Han looked at this scene in the third world and felt very uncomfortable. They were all living well...how could those rotten bastards be so abominable! ?

Fu Han was inexplicably angry and decided to go to the shrine to ask Chu Nian about the reward. After asking, Fu Han was ready to leave the city and head north immediately. He didn't want to stay in this place anyway.

Unexpectedly, when I got downstairs, I saw a strange man sitting at the hotel counter.

Fu Han frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The man obviously knew Fu Han. Seeing that there were no outsiders around, he quickly stood up and saluted, "Sir, my name is Wang Hong."

"Where's Wang Qing?"

Wang Hong's face turned a bit gloomy, and Qi Qi said: "He...is dead..."

As a deacon of a secret sect, Wang Qing actually earns a lot of money. But Wang Qing's daughter was born prematurely and had been weak since she was a child. She often had to go to the Temple of Grace to be raised. For this daughter, Wang Qing also spent all his family wealth.

The closure of the Secret Temple had a great impact on his income. He was worried that he would not have money for his daughter's medical treatment, so he hoped that Fu Han would come to deal with the Fufu Sect...

Two days ago, Fu Han wanted to remind Wang Qing but failed to find him when he ran away, thinking he had already run away. But in fact, his daughter became ill again, and he went to the Temple of Grace to take care of her.

Later, Su Lansheng fought against the Saint in the Fufu Sect, and the elite Fufu soldiers in the Fufu Sect ran around in Xicheng District. And the Temple of Grace... is in Xicheng District.

The guards of the Hunting God Sect could not stop the elite sick and rotten soldiers, so they had no choice but to retreat and ask for help. Those monsters rushed into the Temple of Grace, but the Priest of Grace withdrew in time. But the patients in the temple are not so agile.

Wang Hong said that he was tortured half to death by the orangutan, but he gritted his teeth and held the door open. In the end, his wife and daughter were fine...but he died...in a miserable way.

Fu Han always felt that Wang Qing was not very honest and a little selfish. But who would have thought that he could risk his life for his wife and daughter?

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The weather in Yanyan City was sunny today, but when walking on the street, Fu Han felt that there were dark clouds blocking his chest, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it. It was so uncomfortable!

Fu Han went to Xicheng District first, hoping to set fire to the ruins of the Temple of Disease to remove bad luck. Unfortunately, the Hunting God Sect is already cleaning up the ruins of the rotten temple. The remains of the building were broken into pieces and transported outside the city on trucks. The valuable metal utensils were washed with salt water and transported to the shrine.

There were so many people coming and going in the ruins, Fu Han felt a little hard to make a move... so he had to give up.

Turning around, Fu Han came to the Temple of Grace again. Things have returned to normal here. Priests in blue robes were already preaching doctrines and giving out favors on the streets.

The old guy at the head was full of energy and his voice was like a bell! Fu Han really wanted to go up and pull off his beard.

Among the few sanctimonious guys in front of me, all of them have strong starlight fluctuations, and are average beast control masters per capita. But when the rotting soldiers came, they immediately abandoned the patient and left. All kindness and kindness were just a fool!

But Fu Han still didn't take action. They really had no obligation to protect anyone. It’s just that the kindness and love in his mouth are too harsh.

If it's harsh, don't listen... Fu Han turned around and headed east of the city.

Wang Qing's wife and daughter held a funeral ceremony for him today, and the time for condolences is coming soon.

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The Temple of the God of Death is destined to be busy today, and a low dirge can be heard echoing from two blocks away. There were even crowds of funeral processions going in and out of the gate.

Compared with the bustle of the temple, Wang Qing's condolence room was quite deserted. He didn’t have many friends and his relatives were far away. Only a few people came to express their condolences.

Wang Qing's wife had cried all her tears and looked haggard. Wang Qing's daughter was so sick that she had no energy and coughed violently from time to time.

Fu Han didn't rush in, he just hid at the door and watched silently. After everyone else left, Fu Han showed up and walked in.

Although Wang Qing's daughter was frail, she had a good memory and recognized Fu Han at a glance. Perhaps Wang Qing had said something to her, so she quickly saluted Han and called him sir. Seeing this, Wang Qing's wife quickly cheered up and wanted to salute, but was stopped by Fu Han.

Wang Qing was covered with black cloth, which showed that the state of his death was indeed not suitable for people to see.

Fu Han sighed softly, took out the money bag he had prepared before, stuffed it into Wang Qing's wife and said: "This is... the reward that I didn't have time to give him before, please keep it."

Wang Qing's wife took the heavy bag of money, her heart trembled, but she didn't dare to open it and check it.

Then, Fu Han squatted down next to Wang Qing's daughter and said, "I actually know some ancient medical skills. Let me see how your condition is?"

The little girl nodded obediently.

Fu Han pretended to put his fingers on the little girl's wrist and pretended to feel her pulse. In fact, a primitive cell has quietly begun to explore her lesions.

After a long time, Fu Han opened his eyes and said, "It's okay, it's just a small problem. It will get better when you grow up."

Wang Qing's daughter was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "But... Priest Grace said that my lungs have not grown. He said that there is no medicine to cure this situation. If you want to be cured... you must have faith in the disease."

As she said this, the little girl's tears flowed down.

Fu Han smiled, wiped away her tears and said: "That old man with a white beard was sent here because he made a mistake in Grace City. His gifting skills are not good enough! I can confirm that your lungs have begun to grow." When I get older, I won’t be able to cough anymore in a year or two.”

"Sir, are you telling the truth?" Wang Qing's wife asked with concern.

Fu Han stood up, nodded, and said seriously: "I am the secret priest, and what I say will not be false. However, you two still have to keep a low profile and don't offend those favor priests."

Wang Qing's wife quickly bowed and said: "I understand, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"My condolences, I'm leaving." After saying that, Fu Han walked away.

After Fu Han left, Wang Qing's wife dared to open the purse and observe. When he saw that there were more than ten gold coins inside, he immediately knew that they were not his husband's reward! Wang Qing has been working for half his life. Does his wife know how much he is paid?

She hurriedly chased out the door to thank her benefactor again, but where could she find Fu Han?

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In fact, Fu Han didn't know why he did this. Even if he is a real secret priest, he cannot be as generous as Fu Han, not to mention he is a fake?

But after doing this, Fu Han felt that the clouds in his heart were gone and he felt so comfortable!

...Do you need any other reasons? That's enough. Fu Han worked so hard to improve himself, didn't he just want to live a smooth life?