Old Domain Bizarre

Chapter 29 Obtain
As Zhang Wenda spoke, he glanced at the bookshelf and, sure enough, found other books of the same style as the ones he was holding.

Zhang Wenda reached out to take it, but was stopped by the other person. "Hey, hey, kid, don't touch things if you're not buying them. You can't afford to pay for them if you break them."

The other party's attitude confirmed Zhang Wenda's suspicions: there must be more powerful special abilities here, but they couldn't be obtained for 10 yuan.

"So the method the rabbit mentioned is an even more powerful special ability?" Zhang Wenda wasn't sure, but he wanted to try it. He didn't believe that all special abilities were such trash.

At least a rabbit's ability to instantly heal a severed hand is many times stronger than these bizarre superpowers.

After glancing at the time again, Zhang Wenda knew he couldn't delay any longer. No matter how bad his special ability was, he had to find a new one, otherwise he would have come all this way for nothing.

He flipped through the list again, and after a difficult selection process, finally chose mind control, which was barely usable.

"I've made my choice, and I'm not changing it. Wait for me a moment." The other person said as they walked to the large iron gate behind them and started taking out their keys.

A short while later, Wang Shaojie returned. He took out a steel syringe as thick as a baby's arm and began drawing fluid from a gray test tube that was emitting cold air.

Upon seeing the long syringe needle, Song Jianguo's face instantly changed, and the hair on his body seemed to stand on end.

Zhang Wenda wasn't afraid of injections, but he was a little confused. "This thing is for livestock, isn't it?"

"Stop talking nonsense and roll up your shirt." Zhang Wenda did as he was told.

Soon Zhang Wenda saw the other party pick up the syringe and stick it directly into his spine. While experiencing excruciating pain, he also felt a powerful force, as if the other party had inserted the syringe into his bone.

"Accepting special abilities isn't the end of the story. It's not like you've learned them just because you've accepted them; you still need to train..."

Zhang Wenda was no longer paying attention to what the other person was saying. Instead, he was watching the red scar on his arm slowly grow as the syringe continued to inject more blood.

After the injection, the other person asked Zhang Wenda, "Did you experience anything special? For example, could you see things you couldn't see before?"

"A special feeling? No?" Zhang Wenda shook his head.

"No? That's impossible." The other person leaned closer, prying open Zhang Wenda's eyes to examine them closely. "Huh, that's strange, there really isn't anything? Has it expired?"

As he spoke, he turned around, looking puzzled, and went back to the large iron gate, taking another test tube from inside.

With the injection, Zhang Wenda could see clearly this time that his red scar was indeed gradually lengthening, just like his forearm was slowly splitting open.

Although I don't know what happened, it seems that the special abilities I was supposed to have were somehow enhanced by my red scars.

"No, I still don't feel anything. Is it expired again? Can you give me another one?" Zhang Wenda said, trying to appear calm.

"That's unreasonable! Why would that be?"

The doctor in the white coat scratched his head, puzzled, and wrote another report before walking toward the iron gate again.

After another injection, Zhang Wenda noticed that the red scar on his forearm had grown much larger.

“Still no feeling. Maybe this sequence isn’t working. How about you try something else? How about abdominal color identification? I’m not picky,” Zhang Wenda said, barely suppressing a laugh.

"Get out! That's all!" Wang Shaojie stood up angrily, pushed Zhang Wenda out, and prepared to lock the door.

"I think I've figured it out now. Do you know what you are? You're that guy from the martial arts novels whose meridians are all severed! What's that called again? He can't learn anything."

"You made me write so many reports. Don't touch superpowers anymore. You don't have the talent. Study hard! You can still contribute to society if you study hard."

Driven away by the other party, Zhang Wenda returned to the street.

Seeing that the red scars on his arm had increased by a quarter compared to before, Zhang Wenda couldn't help but feel much happier.

Although he hadn't achieved his goal, he still gained quite a bit of benefit, so the trip wasn't a waste. Glancing at the large square clock, he realized it was already 5:40, and Zhang Wenda headed home.

"But why can my red scar convert other special abilities into enhancements to my own?" Zhang Wenda wondered as he walked home.

It can be preliminarily determined that these red scars are likely due to some kind of special ability, otherwise they would not be able to switch between each other.

"Since even the person in charge of this doesn't recognize what this thing is, it must be quite mysterious. Is this a perk I got from transmigrating?" Zhang Wenda's lips just started to curl into a smile, but then he thought of the punishment under those rules and his lips drooped again.

Compared to this, he would rather exchange the red scar for the disappearance of the rules, so he could go back to his childhood and start over normally.

However, since he was already there, Zhang Wenda didn't want to complain. After all, many people want to return to their youth but never do. As long as he keeps going step by step, he will eventually be able to get rid of those rules and punishments.

"It seems that Xinhua Bookstore's special abilities are somewhat useful so far. I need to find a way to get more of them. More importantly, I need to know what higher-level special abilities are."

However, considering that even the most basic special abilities cost 10 yuan, the more powerful ones must be even more expensive. I need to find a way to make money steadily.

As Zhang Wenda pondered, his eyes drifted to the listless Song Jianguo beside him, and a friendly, boss-like smile spread across his face. "Jianguo~~"

"Hmph!" Song Jianguo, with his arms crossed, shook his head violently, his face full of disgust.

"You did a great job. I didn't expect you to earn 11 yuan in such a short time. So as a reward, I'll allow you to rest tonight. How about that? I'm pretty good to you, aren't I?"

Although Song Jianguo cursed Zhang Wenda countless times in her heart, she dared not utter the curses aloud.

"I have to go to school tomorrow and won't be able to stay with you, but you can't slack off. Eliminating the four pests is also a way of serving the people. Remember to keep going after you wake up tomorrow."

"What?! I still want to do it?!" Song Jianguo's almost screaming voice attracted the attention of everyone leaving get off work.

“You can’t work only one day, right? Think about it, doesn’t that make sense? I’m doing this for your own good, so you can adapt to society more quickly when you grow up,” Zhang Wenda said earnestly.

"No! My cats are too tired, they need to rest!"

"Your cats are too tired? Okay, even though my name is Mouse, I'm a cat lover. How about this, they'll rest for half a day tomorrow, and you can do all their work. It's settled then."

"Ugh! I'm going home to sleep!" Song Jianguo, extremely annoyed, was about to leave, but Zhang Wenda stopped him.

"No, you're coming home with me and sleeping at my place."

Zhang Wenda spoke up, not wanting Song Jianguo to run around aimlessly. What if she took this opportunity to find a solution to the collar problem?
"I...you..." Song Jianguo didn't want to say anything more. Her head was spinning, and she didn't have the strength to argue anymore.

Just a second before 6 o'clock, Zhang Wenda precisely stepped into his own home.

The television was on, with a fish tail hanging from it, but there was no one else around, and a bowl of noodles was on the table.

Although Song Jianguo was very reluctant, she still followed him in with no other choice.

"Eat up," Zhang Wenda said, pushing the bowl of noodles towards him.

Song Jianguo thought he had misheard, but when he realized that the other party was really giving him food, he immediately rushed over and reached into the bowl to scoop out the noodles to eat.

As she stuffed a large lump of dough into her mouth, Song Jianguo's expression froze. After swallowing it with great difficulty, she looked at Zhang Wenda with a furrowed brow.

"It tastes awful."

"It tastes bad, doesn't it? That's to be expected." Zhang Wenda, not at all surprised, took everything out of his schoolbag, put his books and pencil case back in, and prepared for tomorrow's class.

Song Jianguo squatted down and looked around before hesitatingly asking, "Where are your parents?"

(End of this chapter)