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"That would be too impolite..." Seeing his insistence, the old mayor tried to persuade him to stay a few more times, but then backed down. With a lot of trouble to deal with after the sudden change, he was in no mood to treat his guest as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, right, please wait a moment!" He suddenly slapped his shiny forehead, grabbed the young man who was about to leave, quickly looked him over, whispered something in the ear to a police officer, who immediately got on his motorcycle and sped away.

A moment later, he returned with several flat bags.

"We also have packaged lamb chops and some handmade wool sweaters that are unique to this town. They are brightly colored and have elegant patterns. Like all our products from over a century ago, they have been carefully degreased and have absolutely no muttony smell. If you can, please help us promote them!" The old man smiled and winked.

"You really have a good business sense..." Zhu Mingyao chuckled and took the souvenir.

Roggins grinned wryly: "There's no other way. The tourism industry is about to be hit hard, so we have to find some new ways. We can't just sell all the fields and ranches to big companies."

Waving goodbye, Zhu Mingyao's figure flickered and disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter 372 Sheep?

Along the roads surrounding the town, the rusty, dilapidated lampposts stubbornly persist in their work, casting a few hazy beams of light, occasionally accompanied by the crackling sound of electricity that foreshadows a short circuit.

"For the sake of the drinks I often buy you, please keep that stinky thing away from me, okay?"

Officer Kane, carrying a large body bag, was left at the back by his disloyal colleagues. The small, poor police station naturally didn't have a hearse, so they had to carry the body back by hand.

He angrily gave the middle finger and ran off.

"Dream on, no one can escape unscathed."

He had just crossed the street when he suddenly stopped, narrowly avoiding colliding with a figure that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Old Gunter, why did you bring the sheep into town in the middle of the night?" A strong animal stench hit him in the face, and he stepped aside in disgust. "Go back quickly. Where are we going to get the money to hire cleaners with our meager finances? Nobody wants to see sheep droppings all over the place tomorrow morning."

"Let the little ones have a couple of bites of midnight snack, I'll be right back." The old man gently stroked a large black sheep with coiled horns, the dim light casting a slightly distorted image on his face.

"That old geezer has something wrong with his head," Kane muttered to himself, shaking his head as he chased after his colleagues. Tonight's work was incredibly busy; he had no time to worry about municipal sanitation issues.

And let's do an experiment while we're at it...

The aging lips opened and closed silently, and between the broken, yellowed teeth, the smooth tongue was as red as blood.

Sensing its owner's intentions, the tall black goat shook its horns, hesitated, and took a step forward, its hard, horned hoof landing steadily on the cement road.

One by one, the four-legged creatures entered the previously inaccessible territory without any hindrance.

The boundary that had stood before him for years had vanished, and he smiled joyfully.

"Perfect!"

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The night breeze blew, and the newly sprouted corn stalks and spring wheat swayed from side to side, their branches and leaves rustling softly as they rubbed against each other.

The clouds in the sky flowed like water, and the gray moonlight appeared and disappeared intermittently as it descended. A figure walked on air, his toes occasionally touching the crops, and then he glided far away like a large bat.

"Hmm, the fat and lean meat are just right, and the taste is indeed fragrant and delicious..." Zhu Mingyao tore off a piece of lamb chop and chewed it with great relish. While eating his dinner, he also checked the local specialties that had been offered to him.

"The weaving technique is meticulous and solid, clearly the work of an old craftsman; it's already considered a work of art." He stroked the dense geometric patterns on the sweater and trousers, feeling the soft texture, and nodded in satisfaction.

Regardless of the value of the gift, the thought behind it was very meaningful, making me feel comfortable and that the trip was worthwhile.

The last mission location is only a little over a hundred kilometers away. If everything goes smoothly, we should be able to head home tonight.

After putting the last piece of lamb chop into his mouth, Zhu Mingyao snapped his fingers, a flash of fire on his palm burned away the grease, put the sweater into his magic bag, and leaped high into the air, about to merge into the suddenly appearing palace of precious light.

Just then, he suddenly frowned, stopped what he was doing, and looked up in a certain direction.

In this darkness, a faint light was rapidly approaching from afar, like a bolt of lightning flashing along the ground.

The roar of the engine shattered the tranquility of the country road, two beams of light dispelled the darkness, and an old blue Ford Mercury charged out like a mad bull.

The sudden, urgent car horn sounded like a violent cough, tearing through the air and catching the driver completely off guard.

The driver stomped his feet frantically, the brake pads rubbing futilely against the brake discs and drums, producing a screeching noise, but he couldn't reduce the speed by even a fraction.

"Fuck! Stop it right now!"

The young man frantically pounded on the steering wheel, his bloodshot eyes filled with despair.

But his ability to calm the car was clearly not up to par. The out-of-control car wobbled and swerved, but still charged out of the bend ahead with a resolute attitude, crashing head-on into a few lush old oak trees by the roadside!

The man screamed in despair, his eyes closed, as a warm stream gushed from his crotch.

"what--!"

The powerful wail echoed for several dozen seconds before stopping.

Warm liquid dripped steadily down his trousers, but the expected excruciating pain was nowhere to be seen. The man was panting heavily, his mouth agape as if he could swallow a potato whole, staring blankly at the surreal scene before him.

I sat down on the steel object whose brakes had failed, and it was now suspended in mid-air, its four wheels spinning wildly but unable to move an inch, as if an invisible giant had gently grasped it in the palm of his hand.

Before the man could even figure out his situation, a handsome face leaned close to the car window, glanced at his wet lower body, and chuckled teasingly:

"Hey bro, hope you didn't forget to bring a change of clothes..."

"Spit it out! That miser, Grandet! How many reports has the sales department submitted to their superiors? They just won't budge on replacing this batch of damn old cars!"

Moments later, Retes, the senior negotiator for the livestock company, covered his hairy legs with a shirt and began to hurl insults at his boss, who was thousands of miles away.

A chilly midnight breeze playfully slipped through the cracks, and the man's bare buttocks jiggled, instantly raising goosebumps. He cast a pitiful and embarrassed glance to the side.

"Alright, thank goodness you ran into me, here you go!" Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but chuckle, showing no interest whatsoever in the middle-aged man's impressive buttocks, and tossed him a pair of wool pants he had just acquired.

Having preserved his last shred of dignity, Retes sincerely thanked him with a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to chat with this amazing "superhero".

"...So you just came from Livingstone. What a coincidence, I was just on my way there."

He suddenly stroked the pants that the other person had kindly provided, "I knew it! The production process of this wool sweater is really strict. Just like their famous wool ball artifact, the degreasing process is extremely clean, with only the fragrance of natural plant medicine, without the slightest bit of sheep odor."

“Well, in terms of quality alone, handcrafted masterpieces may not be inferior to mass-produced ones…” Although Zhu Mingyao agreed on the surface, an indescribable thought suddenly welled up in his heart, like looking out through a frost-covered window on a cold winter day, the scene both blurry and clear.

He tried to find the source of the strange feeling and casually asked, "Are you going to discuss business? I heard that you've almost bought up all the ranches in town."

"You guessed right. We were just one ranch left to sign the contract for, but last week, the salesman who was supposed to be in charge of the negotiations disappeared without a trace." Retes spread his arms and continued to complain about his lousy boss.

"They said they were short-staffed, so they kicked me all the way from Miami to clean up the mess at the local branch, and I almost ended up flying in the middle of the night!"

His cheeks puffed out red as he made an exaggerated expression, "If they don't give me an extra bonus this time, I'll report this to the union..."

"Wait!" A sharp shout, like a thunderclap, startled him so much that he trembled violently.

Zhu Mingyao's expression turned solemn, as if he had grasped a glimmer of inspiration. He pressed him urgently, "What did you just say? Say it again!"

“If you don’t give me the bonus, I’ll complain to the guild…” Retes felt a little uneasy under his glare.

"No, it's the first few sentences!"

The man honestly repeated each word, “...just like their famous wool ball artifact, it has no trace of sheep smell.”

"Yes, that's it!" Zhu Mingyao kicked it unconsciously, and a thick tree root that had bulged out of the ground instantly turned to dust. The transparent sap mixed with wood chips and dust into a chaotic mess.

The ground was in chaos, but his mind was crystal clear. Two key pieces of information collided and combined, sparking a flash of wisdom.

The former salesman who came to discuss the acquisition, but then suddenly disappeared...

And that giant ball of yarn that didn't match the rumors...

Zhu Mingyao turned around slowly with a determined look, gazing at the horizon where he had come from.

"Fuck you... I've been tricked!"

Chapter 373 Man and Sheep

Unlike urban areas, rural towns rarely have pedestrians strolling around late at night.

The police arrived silently and left without a sound, causing no disturbance whatsoever. The tranquil night remained as still as a gently touched painting, without a ripple.

In stark contrast to this peaceful and tranquil state of mind was Roggins's mood at that moment.

He leaned against the threshold of the memorial hall, looking old and weary, and kept rubbing his face.

With multiple deaths confirmed and the most symbolic local cultural artifacts ruined, the tourism industry, a pillar of the local economy, is essentially doomed. For those in their sixties and seventies, today's upheavals are truly devastating.

Whenever he thought about having to face this thorny mess again tomorrow, his blood pressure would spike like a rollercoaster, and the thought of giving up and doing nothing would start to cross his mind.

But no matter how tough life gets, it has to go on. With a sigh, Rogins put aside his thoughts, rubbed his aching back, and moved on.

Then it stopped.

“Ah, Mayor.” The rough, calloused hand gently removed the wide-brimmed straw hat, and the old shepherd, contrary to his usual rudeness, smiled peacefully.

"It's truly a pity; it seems something has happened to one of our great cultural treasures?"

His gaze shifted slightly in his cloudy eyes, seemingly containing a hint of something unfathomable.

Unfortunately, the person opposite, who was immersed in a state of depression, failed to notice this subtle change in time.

“Gunter? How did you know…” The old mayor looked up in astonishment at the familiar face who had appeared like a ghost.

The thin man did not respond to his question; his wiry fingers gently scratched the soft wool of the black sheep beside him.

"With livestock farming and tourism all gone, how are we supposed to feed ourselves?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you have any reliable new ideas?" Roggins waved his hand irritably. All he wanted to do was forget his troubles for a while and go back to get a good night's sleep.

"Of course I have a way..." Unexpectedly, the other party actually nodded. Then, a small, soft mass suddenly filled his vision. He immediately felt dizzy and his legs went weak, causing him to fall under a clump of holly trees.

A throbbing itch coursed through his body, as if something was trying to crawl out from under his skin. Before plunging into a deep abyss of unconsciousness, Roggins managed to make out the last part of the sentence.

"—How about trying a different food?"

With a listless sigh, he blew away the remaining wool from his palms. The old shepherd, who had lived a solitary life, revealed a joyful smile that came from the depths of his heart, almost manic, as he staggered up the steps of the memorial hall.

"Thanks to Mother Nature's generosity, green grass is everywhere..."

Behind him, the holly trees rustled, and large shadows shifted and unfolded. An old Boer goat, its body covered in short, pale white hair, stood up, looking bewildered.

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The drifting clouds, like wisps of silk, obscured the crescent moon.

The buildings, some tall and some short, are silhouetted against the dark, thick darkness that should have taken over the role of lighting after the moon disappeared, dispelling the endless night for living beings. But now, they are shrouded in an eerie silence.

In the stillness, a faint cry, which should not have been heard in the residential area, could be heard.