Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Qin Ming politely declined the other party's invitation to add him back to the group.

I joined the group in the first place so that if anything unexpected happened in the river, I could easily find out firsthand information by simply browsing the chat history.

Now that the police have taken over, the potential danger is being monitored and dealt with, which naturally puts his mind at ease.

Besides, he was completely out of place in this group. The guys in the group spoke in fluent and sophisticated ways, and he couldn't understand a lot of their coded language.

When he first saw the phrase "beating the turtle," his eyelids twitched.

Although I vaguely guessed it was slang, probably meaning to fail to catch any fish and return empty-handed, that wouldn't do either, it was too unlucky.

If his little chubby son knew that someone in the group kept shouting "I'm going to lose" every day, he'd probably climb over the internet cable and break the other person's fishing rod.

Qin Ming put away his phone and made a judgment in his mind: he probably didn't have the potential to become a qualified fishing expert.

It wasn't a technical issue, but ever since Qin Ming met Little Fatty's large fish friends, his appetite had become quite discerning.

Those giant creatures that roam the deep sea have backs that bulge like reefs, and the water they cut with their tail fins can leave a white wave on the surface of the sea.

With such a grand spectacle before him, Qin Ming lost all interest in seeing photos of fish being hailed as trophies in fishing groups.

Those fish that the angler held up with both hands, stretched them out of position, and practically stretched their arms straight in front of the camera, didn't even deserve a second glance in Xiao Pang's WeChat Moments.

Little Fatty spent a long time in the ocean trying to find barnacles, a local delicacy.

Barnacles are crustaceans that attach themselves to large marine creatures; they have a unique taste and are found only on Earth.

In order to harvest fresh barnacles regularly, Little Fatty has established stable supply relationships with several groups of large fish.

Any one of those big fish that surfaced had barnacles on its back that weighed more than all the fish a fisherman caught in a year.

If Qin Ming wants to experience the feeling of getting up close and personal with a big fish, Little Fatty's big fish friend is always welcome.

That's how impressive it is.

The very influential Consultant Qin left work early today.

The interrogation confession has been obtained, and the chain of physical evidence is tightly sealed. Captain Wang held Qin Ming's hand and shook it vigorously, his expression a mixture of excitement and reluctance.

The subsequent case file organization was a clerical job, not something he, as an unofficial consultant, had to handle.

Qin Ming declined Captain Wang's offer to pick him up, stuffed his mask into his pocket, and walked out of the old building alone.

Through this trial run, he gained a lot of insights into the use of his mental power.

In addition to the days he had been in a coma, he had already spent a considerable amount of time resting on Earth.

Cangxuan sent back a message through the contract connection a few days ago, indicating that he could set off at any time. I wonder how Keda and the black hole are doing?

Qin Ming stood on the street corner, closing his eyes to sense his surroundings.

Cangxuan and Xiaopang met up at home.

Both Keda and the black hole are moving in his direction, which is good.

Qin Ming opened his eyes, in a good mood.

With the spirit beasts about to return to their places, Qin Ming, who was now free of worries, found everything pleasing to the eye.

He walked to the corner of the traffic light, and while waiting for the light to turn red, his gaze inadvertently swept across the street.

On the green space facing the street, there are several rounded boxwoods, and several old men are sitting on benches under the shade of the trees, releasing birds.

The birdcages were lined up in a row, and the calls of the thrushes and mynas could be heard across the street, as clear and crisp as someone striking a row of jade chimes.

On a whim, Qin Ming wondered where the birds of the old men walking their birds in the park usually hung up.

Could there be retired athletes who have defected from their cages in the bird army that is recruiting everywhere?

As he was lost in thought, an extremely sharp and strange sensation arose within him.

It felt like a cold needle piercing the back of his neck, making all the hairs on his body stand on end in an instant.

Qin Ming turned his head reflexively.

A silver-gray van was speeding around the corner.

The car did not slow down when turning, and the tires screeched on the asphalt road, the acrid smell of burning rubber blowing into Qin Ming's nostrils.

The car was covered in dust and dents, and the license plate was illegible due to the reflection of the light.

Not slowing down when turning? How did the other driver get their license?

Qin Ming, who still had time to think, took two steps back, his heel hitting the edge of the curb.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized it.

The car didn't fail to correct its direction after turning; it wasn't out of control, nor was it driven by drunk drivers. It was simply heading straight for him!

This judgment caused Qin Ming's pupils to contract sharply.

The screams around them were deafening. Some passersby rushed into shops, some crouched down with their children in their arms, and some shouted "Watch out!" and "Run!" The sounds overlapped and became a chaotic buzzing.

Qin Ming didn't run; he couldn't outrun a car with the accelerator floored.

He suddenly bent his knees, and like a spring that had been compressed to its limit and then suddenly released, he leaped straight up.

He reached up with both hands and firmly gripped the edge of a protruding roof above his head.

It was a prime shop on the street that had never been rented out. It was empty inside, but at this moment it provided Qin Ming with a good support point.

Using the momentum of the upward rush, Qin Ming suddenly lifted his body up, his legs leaving the ground, the soles of his shoes barely scraping against the luggage rack on the roof of the van, creating a grating metallic scraping sound.

He was suspended under the eaves, his chest heaving violently, the lingering vibrations from his shoes still present on his soles.

The steel beast that had just passed him a few seconds earlier had already sped past with a whoosh, its rear end swinging at a violent angle, knocking over a roadside trash can, and sending trash and cans tumbling down half the street.

It's just like a scene from a Hong Kong movie.

But he had no wire work, no stunt double, and no chance to reshoot.

Across the street, elderly men were walking their birds with their mouths agape, while a thrush in its cage frantically flapped its wings.

A food delivery rider parked his electric scooter on the side of the road, and the mouth under his helmet clearly said "Holy shit".

The bread truck sped past the street corner, its brake lights flashing briefly before going out again.

Qin Ming could clearly sense that the other party was hesitating—whether to turn around and ram into him again, or to run away directly.

He still had energy left, and like a parkour performer, he used the momentum to leap even higher.

Despite the arrogance of the criminals, the police on duty will arrive in two or three minutes at most.

But Qin Ming's tamed beasts responded even faster than the police.

The moment they sensed Qin Ming was in danger, several different emotions exploded simultaneously through the contract connection: anger, fear, and anxiety. Each emotion was so intense that the contract connection could hardly bear it.

Before Qin Ming could even distinguish which path was reachable and which was mysterious, a strong spatial fluctuation erupted from the direction of his home.

Little Fatty!

He was using spatial power to lock onto Qin Ming's location, preparing to forcibly teleport.

Qin Ming quickly spoke up in his mind to reassure them that the situation was still under control.

But if a turtle appears out of thin air and then disappears just as suddenly, the videotape on the street corner is a ticking time bomb in the hands of whoever it ends up with.

He had to balance protecting himself with protecting everyone's secrets.

Little Fatty was clearly unwilling, and a sense of resistance came from the contract connection.

But the next second, a deafening cacophony of birdsong erupted in the southeastern sky.

Keda's army has arrived.

The first thing that came into view was a pale blue afterimage, like a falling star plunging vertically down from the clouds.

Keda's wings folded into a streamlined shape, and its entire body created a sharp sonic boom in the air.

Behind him, a dense flock of birds swept in, sparrows and magpies forming the vanguard, doves and falcons filling the center, and several eagles circling overhead to cover the rear.

The flock of birds spread out in the sky over such a large area that it enveloped the surrounding buildings, and the sound of their flapping wings was layered upon layer, like a rainstorm without thunder.

Everyone on the street looked up.

In the birdcages of the elderly men walking their birds, thrushes and mynas all raised their heads in unison, chirping crisply at the sky in a remarkably unified manner, as if responding to some supreme call.

The thugs inside the van had clearly seen this as well. The roof was scratched by the occasional swooping bird claws, and birds kept flying across the windshield, casting a series of fast-moving shadows.

While each bird individually is not enough to pose a threat to a drivable car, the overwhelming sense of oppression when thousands of birds circle around the same vehicle is enough to break down anyone's psychological defenses.

The bread truck didn't turn back; it chose to retreat.

The engine let out a hoarse roar, and the car swung sharply into a one-way street.

The rear of the car scraped against the corner, leaving a trail of sparks, before disappearing into the buildings.

But can he escape?

Qin Ming jumped down and looked up at the sky.

A group of birds followed the bread truck, the long line resembling a signpost painted in the sky.

It's just too eye-catching.

But Keda hovered above his head, keeping a very low altitude, its white wings almost brushing against the storefront.

Qin Ming gently reassured them in his mind's eye, but hesitated for a moment before letting out a clear, long cry. The flock of birds stopped gathering, leaving only the large group chasing after the birds in the sky.

In the distance, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached; there was more than one sirens.