Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 203 The Conman 3

The Samoyed, known as an angel, had drool dripping from its mouth and its eyes were bloodshot.

Ling Yi saw this and her heart sank.

Rabies.

If you get infected, the mortality rate is 100%!

The dog confronted Ling Yi for a moment, then suddenly roared and charged at her.

Just as its body leaped high into the air, Ling Yi ducked to avoid the fatal pounce, but a chill ran through her heart.

At this height...

Even mad cow disease, let alone rabies, couldn't jump that high!

No way, I just made some money from dogs and now a fellow dog lover is coming to get revenge?

Ling Yi looked at the solid-looking dog, her pupils contracting slightly as she noticed something different.

The dog's tangled and messy fur had a thin layer of black mist on its outer layer. Unlike the clear aura of the puppy during the day, this black mist had a violent aura that made Ling Yi feel uneasy, like a vengeful ghost...

Ok?

ghost?

Ling Yi knew that the world might not be peaceful when she saw the existence of the Painted Skin Ghost in the expansion pack, but she never expected that she would encounter two ghosts in the few hours after she was transported here, one of which was a vengeful ghost.

What kind of luck is this?

After mentally complaining, Ling Yi gripped the peach wood sword even tighter.

At this point, she could only gamble on the seller's conscience.

With the Taoist incantation for exorcising demons that the old Taoist priest had once taught her reciting in her mind, Ling Yi twirled her sword and charged forward.

In Ling Yi's eyes, the peach wood sword, also marked with the number 88, emitted a faint aura as it slid across the dog's belly.

Like a hot knife through butter, the seemingly ferocious dog was easily sliced ​​in two by the pure energy, howling as it disappeared before her eyes.

The moment the dog disappeared, Lingyi took a deep breath.

At this moment, besides thanking the original owner for going to great lengths to memorize those tongue-twisting incantations in order to earn money, she had no other thoughts.

Holding the sword in her hand, Ling Yi cautiously surveyed her surroundings and walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, my foot went soft, as if I had stepped on something.

Ling Yi looked down and saw nothing.

Then I took another step forward, as if I had stepped on something again.

She looked up at the dim streetlights and muttered to herself, "I'll have to complain to the municipal government when I get home."

As he spoke, he turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it on a... crow?

It looks like a crow, but the specific details don't match.

"Hello," the crow-like bird spoke as she looked it over.

What kind of demons and monsters are they?

Ling Yi held her peach wood sword horizontally, wryly smiling at her bad luck.

Encountering several paranormal events in one day—what kind of strange luck is this?

"Hello."

The birds on the ground spoke again.

Its appearance didn't seem to resemble any demon or ghost.

It wasn't aggressive, and it didn't seem like anything intelligent.

Ling Yi tentatively poked the bird with her peach wood sword, causing it to roll away, and continued, "Hello."

"Is it a myna bird?"

Ling Yi felt relieved and carefully examined the bird by the light of her flashlight.

This bird is entirely black except for its yellow beak. It roughly resembles a myna bird, but upon closer inspection, there is a slight difference.

"Still a skewer?" Ling Yi muttered to herself, picked up a bird's wing from the puddle, and placed it against the wall.

This bird is so pitiful, let's try to save it.

Placed against the dry wall, the bird hopped twice on the ground and followed behind Ling Yi.

"Hello."

"Hello."

The myna bird is really not very smart; all it can say is "hello."

Ling Yi thought of the myna bird she had seen online that could recite poems, and turned around with a smile: "Why are you following me? You silly bird."

The myna bird hopped merrily on the ground, as if following Ling Yi's instructions, and changed its words to: "Wishing you prosperity, wishing you prosperity!"

Ling Yi paused, thinking, "What kind of swindler could resist such a beautiful blessing?"

She looked down at the little bird that had been following her: "Want to come home with me?"

These words were perhaps too complicated for the little bird to understand; it simply looked up at her with pleading eyes.

The room was already bathed in warm yellow light, which made the little bird's black bean-like eyes flash with a golden light.

Ling Yi glanced disdainfully at the little bird covered in mud, then opened her canvas bag: "Jump in."

"Hello." The myna bird seemed not to understand her words and greeted her again.

Ling Yi threatened sternly: "If you want to come home with me, jump in here, or I'll leave you here!"

"Hello, congratulations on your fortune!" The myna bird still didn't move, but its blessing became a bit more elaborate.

Ling Yi pretended to walk away, listening to the myna bird shouting "Wishing you prosperity" behind her but not jumping in, looking incredibly silly.

After staring at it for a long time to make sure it really didn't understand her words, Ling Yi grabbed it by its two wings and picked it up like a hen.

This world is too crazy, full of monsters, and she doesn't want to take one back with her.

This brainless little bird is quite nice. It can say "Wishing you prosperity" and it's not some vicious bird that could scoop out her brains with one beak. I'll take it home and keep it for now, and find it a home.

In these older neighborhoods, there are quite a few elderly people who keep mynah birds.

The myna bird was caught by her. It only struggled slightly before wagging its little paws, lowering its head, and obediently letting herself be caught.

Opening the creaking door, Ling Yi immediately placed the bird on the sink, preparing to give it a thorough cleaning.

This thing is covered in mud. If it doesn't wash itself, it will keep flying around in her room. What will become of this house?

Since there was no bird-specific bath gel, Lingyi just used her own shampoo.

Soon, the black myna was covered in white foam. It sat in Lingyi's palm, its black bean eyes glazed over as Lingyi rubbed them.

Behind Ling Yi's back, out of sight, a perfectly clean myna bird was coldly watching the woman wash its puppet.

It was completely clean; there wasn't a speck of mud on it.

After washing the puppet, Ling Yi held the little myna in her palm and examined it, fiddling with its golden beak: "What kind of breed is this? It's so ugly..."

The myna, who had just swapped places with the puppet, flapped its wings, raised its little head, and without even glancing at Ling Yi with its black bean eyes, said, "Congratulations on your fortune."

"Ha!" Ling Yi was amused by its cute appearance and kissed it on its fragrant little head: "It's quite the talker, just you wait!"

As they were talking, they placed the bird on the sink and took out their phones to buy bird supplies.

The bird she had placed on the pond flapped its wings listlessly, a hint of human-like annoyance flashing in its black bean eyes, and it cried out like a wind-up toy going haywire: "Happy New Year! Wishing you prosperity!"

"Shh, that's enough, stop chirping." Ling Yi patiently ordered a birdcage and birdseed, then quickly pinched the bird's beak: "You're disturbing the neighbors so late at night, they're going to stew your myna!"