The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 348

Chapter 348 - This Is too Smelly

As Su Ming drew near, he sensed that something was amiss.

What was that odor?

It was as though a sewer had burst nearby.

Who could be so inconsiderate?

The responsible party needed to address this stench.

Internally, Su Ming ranted about the situation, when a realization struck him.

He was in the downtown area.

His was the only residence downtown.

The rest were towering skyscrapers.

It couldn't be!

Absolutely not!

Su Ming shook his head in disbelief.

He convinced himself it was a trick of the mind.

Even skyscrapers have bathrooms.

That had to be it.

Muttering to himself, Su Ming made his way to the front door.

The closer he got to his home, the more intense the smell grew.

Then, he pushed the door open.

An indescribably thick gas hit him.

It was as if billowing black smoke was pouring out of the room.

Su Ming couldn't help but let out a string of expletives.

What in the world was happening? What had transpired in this room to make it reek so badly?

Anyone who had ever managed or visited a breeding farm knew the stench was unbearable.

Stay too long, and you'd be dizzy, your vision blurred, feeling nauseous.

But why was there black smoke in the chicken house?

The odor was sharp and eye-watering.

Su Ming flung the door wide open and stood at the threshold, gulping in fresh air.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and quickly entered.

What on earth had gone wrong?

It had been just one night.

Yet the room reeked.

Su Ming made his way to the end of the path. Just as he was about to lose his composure, he mustered all his strength and pressed a button on the wall.

Instantly, all the windows in the breeding zone opened slowly.

A refreshing breeze wafted through, diluting the overpowering odor somewhat.

Su Ming let out a sigh of relief.

Now, he had to urgently locate the source of the smell and determine what had happened.

If Su Ming couldn't find the source…

He wondered if the stench might be the death of him.

But the small animals on the farm would likely have a harder time escaping it.

Starting with the rabbit hutch, Su Ming inspected everything and noticed no changes.

The rabbits were sprightly, munching on feed, drinking water, hopping about.

He then moved on to the chicken coop, examining it closely.

?Su Ming was utterly shocked.

He could feel his cholesterol and blood pressure skyrocketing.

At last, he had identified the source.

Su Ming had suspected an underground pipe explosion or some other cause, but he never imagined the culprit would be the chickens.

The chickens were still chickens.

Yet, their bodies were black.

Not the same black as a black chicken, though.

Their legs weren't chicken claws but resembled two toothpicks.

Su Ming felt he was gaining new insights.

These chickens looked like ambulatory toothpicks.

“Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the stinky tofu chicken.”

“Stinky tofu chicken, the Top Grade of stinky tofu, is incredibly delicious. One bite grants immortality, and two bites astonish the world.”

Just then, a notification echoed in Su Ming's mind.

Stinky tofu chicken?

System, how on earth did you link these two terms?

He had been nurturing these chickens for many days.

And they had even gone through a fortunate evolution.

To think they turned out to be stinky tofu?

‘System, are you playing a joke on me?'

This isn't right.

We could still be friends if we had a nice chat.

But if you keep this up, friendship is off the table.

You claim one bite bestows eternal life, and two bites stun the world.

Those are some bold statements.

Yet, the System might be onto something.

Imagine someone eating a bite of stinky tofu chicken.

When the Ghost Messenger arrives to claim their soul.

They open their mouth.

And the Ghost Messenger says, “You might as well stay alive. One breath from you, and everyone in Hell will be overwhelmed by the stench!”

Su Ming blinked.

He surveyed the chickens meandering about.

He intended to catch them.

But Su Ming pulled his hand back.

Why?

He was too apprehensive to touch them.

They reeked.

If he grabbed them with his hands.

His hands would become foul-smelling too.

Could he even continue living then?

Before long, he'd become everyone's enemy.

Su Ming pondered briefly.

He had to do it.

If he left the stinky tofu chickens out, the smell would be unbearable.

With no other options, Su Ming steeled himself to catch them.

He returned to the villa.

He made his way to his bedroom.

Opening a cabinet, he prepared for the task ahead.

He pulled out a pair of gloves, pondered for a moment, and decided to grab another pair. After a second thought, he retrieved yet another pair. Su Ming then donned a diving suit, gearing up for the task ahead. The only thing he was missing was a gas mask. With a plastic bag in his left hand and tweezers in his right, he cautiously made his way to the breeding zone.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ming steeled himself for the inevitable. He couldn't escape what was coming. “Bring on the storm,” he thought to himself as he attempted to use the tweezers to grasp a stinky tofu chicken. But as soon as the chickens caught sight of the tweezers, they turned tail and fled. Their escape was of little consequence, except for the fact that they managed to fling a few drops of their potent soup in the process, intensifying the already strong odor.

Internally, Su Ming was cursing up a storm. “Why are you running? Where do you think you can go in such a confined space? You're all grown chickens. Can't you act with a bit more composure? Can't we discuss this reasonably? You already reek, and everyone despises you, but I'm the one person who doesn't. You should be good and let yourselves be caught in my bag.”

The stinky tofu chickens seemed to respond, “We're going to stink you out.”

?Su Ming tried once more with the tweezers, but the chicken slipped away like an eel and vanished. Soon, the ground was slick with their soup, and Su Ming was overwhelmed, his tears and snot flowing freely. “Oh God! Have mercy on me,” he pleaded. “If I've done something wrong, let the law punish me, not these stinky tofu chickens.”

Eventually, Su Ming realized the truth. The System was incredibly sly, and it was futile to try to catch the chickens with any tool. If he wanted to catch them, he had to rely on his bare hands.

Resigned, Su Ming took another deep breath, tossed the tweezers aside, and with the bag in his left hand, he reached out swiftly and accurately with his right. Unfortunately, he exerted too much force, and a spurt of black liquid erupted. One drop, following a particularly clever trajectory, cleared every obstacle and landed precisely in a crevice of Su Ming's clothing.

Su Ming felt a chill spread across his skin.

Then, his heart chilled in an instant.

A foul odor seemed to emanate from the area, permeating the surroundings.

He felt tainted.

His sense of helplessness was overwhelming.

Regardless of his distaste for the items produced by the System, Su Ming couldn't simply discard them.

He methodically captured the black chickens, stuffing them into his pocket one after another.

“The System has detected that the current batch of goods is edible and has automatically processed them with packaging and sterilization. They are guaranteed to be clean and safe.”

At that moment, a prompt echoed in Su Ming's head.

He listened.

What did this mean?

Did the System actually expect him to eat these stinky tofu chickens?

There was no way he would.