Chapter 5: The Tibetan Mastiff's Taste Test

  The pheasant's neck was finally cut off, and after struggling for a few moments, it died. But Li Mang didn't feel the slightest bit happy. His upper body was now covered in blood, with several bloody gashes that were particularly eye-catching. Especially on his left arm, there was even a small piece of flesh missing. The wound wasn't big, but it was two or three centimeters deep, and it hurt terribly.

  "This is still a chicken! Even eagles aren't this fierce!" Li Meng cursed with his mouth, but his expression was ferocious. It was just because it hurt too much. If he hadn't suffered a lot of pain over the past year, he would have almost cried.

  "Shan Hai Jing, send me back first!" Li Mang shouted, but he didn't know if it would work either.

  "Chirp!"

  Li Mang's loud shout in the mountain disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he found himself back in his room, lying on the bed where he had originally entered the Shan Hai Jing. If it weren't for the wound still hurting badly, he would have suspected that everything earlier was just a dream.

  But now is not the time to marvel at the wonders of "Shan Hai Jing". He hastily got out of bed, rummaged through his boxes and cabinets, found a packet of pungent-smelling medicinal powder, poured it all over the wound, and took effect immediately. The wound that was bleeding profusely suddenly stopped bleeding.

  "The medicine powder of the ghost doctor is really effective, it's just that the taste is choking, but as they say, bitter medicine is good medicine, so even if the smell is not good, it can be understood." Li Mang made a hissing sound with his mouth, but his left arm still didn't dare to move, otherwise it would hurt to death. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was still there. According to past experience, it would take at least half a month to heal.

  He carefully put on a set of clothes, and Li Meng brought out the Shan Hai Jing again, entering it in the same way as before. This time, however, he was even more vigilant - a small wild chicken had such lethal power, how could he afford to be careless?

  Entering the Shan Hai Jing world for the second time, Li Mang still appears on the Nan Shan Jing map, also in Zhao Ye Mountain, but is no longer at the location of his first appearance, and instead is by the Lixi River, a place he has never set foot before.

  "Randomly entering a place in Zhaoyao Mountain? Although there are no fierce beasts on Zhaoyao Mountain, the wild chickens are quite formidable. Next time I come in, I'd better be more careful!" Li Mang secretly warned himself.

  Having suffered some injuries, Li Meng had no heart to continue exploring. He relied on the mysterious wheel's divine effect to find the "battlefield" from earlier and picked up the wild chicken that he had paid in blood to kill, as well as his two weapons and the shirt wrapped with many beautiful jade stones. After making sure there was nothing left behind, he exited the Shan Hai Jing world.

  There is a kitchen of our own in the courtyard. After some bustling, a pot of fresh and delicious chicken soup comes out of the oven, with an aroma that is really tempting.

  "I bled a whole bowl of blood today, I need to replenish it!"

  At this moment, Li Mang forgot about the wounds on his body, and his eyes only had the chicken soup on the table. It wasn't that he was greedy, but this wild chicken soup was really tempting.

  The soup is not golden yellow, because this wild chicken does not have too much fat, and the soup instead has a faint reddish hue, which is due to the blood on the wild chicken's body. As a foodie, Li Mang knows that this kind of soup is the most delicious, and chickens raised on feed cannot be stewed to produce such a color, nor can they compare.

  Firstly, this is non-greasy, drinking more won't be a problem as long as your stomach can hold it.

  Secondly, the meat of this wild chicken is red and bloody, just like the meat of an old eagle in the mountains, which shows that it is delicious.

  Finally, it must be emphasized that the nutritional aspect of this wild mountain chicken is extraordinary. Born and raised in the spiritual world of Shan Hai Jing, where the aura is overwhelming, these wild mountain chickens are far superior to those found on earth.

  "...But I wonder if it's poisonous?" Li Mang, who was eager to taste the soup, had just brought the bowl to his lips but couldn't help holding back his appetite and put the bowl back on the table.

  It's not that Li Meng is being overly cautious, but this wild chicken looks normal on the surface, after all it's not a wild animal from this world, will it carry viruses? Or will it be unsuitable for human consumption? This needs to be carefully considered.

  Delicious food is great, but Li Mang would never risk his own life to try it out.

  "Woof! Woof......"

  The barking of dogs outside the courtyard made Li Meng's eyes shine brightly.

  The dog outside is the Ghost Doctor's old undead pet, with a very common name, just called Big King. Big King is huge and sturdy, because it's a Tibetan Mastiff, except for the Ghost Doctor, its owner, it's fierce towards anyone else, Li Mang has been knocked down by this guy many times, although the injuries have all been healed by the Ghost Doctor, but the anger has been bottled up in his heart!

  "Hehe!"

  Li Meng revealed a sinister smile, reached into the plate and tore off a chicken leg...

  But he thought for a moment and felt reluctant to give it up, as the fragrance of this wild mountain chicken was too strong and tempting. If it wasn't poisonous, wouldn't that little dog be getting off cheap?

  Li Mang then found a knife and fork, and after much effort, he finally managed to cut off the chicken's buttocks. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he threw it away.

  "Chicken butt is something that many people love to eat, you cheap thing!" Li Meng had a look of having eaten a loss, his inner abdomen was completely exposed. But he thought of something later and muttered to himself with some worry: "This king only eats food given by the ghost doctor, if it doesn't work, won't it be a waste of effort?"

  Tibetan Mastiffs are famous for their loyalty, especially purebred Tibetan Mastiffs. They will only recognize one master in their lifetime and cannot be replaced. They also won't eat food given by others.

  The great king of Guiyi is the king among kings, not only is his ability formidable, but his temperament is also extremely arrogant, it's no surprise that he wouldn't even eat the chicken butt thrown out by Li Mang.

  "Wooooo..."

  The big king walked up to the chicken's buttocks, sniffed hard with his nose, and immediately his tongue was drooling with saliva.

  However, driven by instinct, it did not dare to eat and retreated two steps back.

  But this guy didn't leave, instead he kept circling around the chicken's butt, his movements getting more and more frantic, unable to hold back.

  "Hey! This wild chicken is so delicious that even I'm drooling, and you're afraid it won't tempt a dog like you?" Li Mang said with satisfaction.

  As expected, the king couldn't resist the temptation and in one swift motion, he picked up the chicken's buttocks with his mouth and swallowed it hastily without even chewing.

  After finishing, this guy couldn't help but lick the soup on the lawn clean, and the noble quality of the Tibetan Mastiff was lost all at once.

  Finally, even the few green grasses were eaten by the big king, and it reluctantly gave up, then looked at the courtyard with eager eyes, where Li Mang was staring back at him.

  About ten minutes passed, and the big king had nothing but a flood of saliva all over the ground.

  "Let's go!"

  Li Meng couldn't bear it anymore, and with a few scoops, he filled himself a full bowl. He carefully took a small sip, and the rich aroma instantly exploded in his mouth, washing away all the fatigue of the day, and his spirit was revitalized.

  Li Mang didn't say anything afterwards, because the flavor was extremely good, he buried his head and started devouring, drinking bowl after bowl of chicken soup, a wild chicken weighing three or four catties was also solved by him, leaving only a skeleton with some skin and meat.

  "Delicious! Delicious! It's really too delicious!" Li Mang's face was flushed, as if he had been drinking, and the lingering fragrance in his taste buds made him praise repeatedly.

  To be honest, his cooking skills are just barely passing, but this braised chicken dish is the most delicious food he has ever had in his life, without exception.

  It's worth knowing that the food in Yan Huang is very good, and even high-end clubs outside can't compare. After all, those who serve here are all big shots, extraordinary masters, so their daily life, food and drink naturally can't be bad.

  Even the best chef in the world can't surpass Li Mang's stewed wild chicken, not because of his exceptional culinary skills, but because the ingredients are just too good!

  But for some reason, Li Mang suddenly felt a sense of intoxication, not the kind that comes from excessive drinking, but a pleasant and comfortable feeling, as if his entire body was warm and fuzzy, floating and relaxed.

  But just like getting drunk, Li Mang also wanted to lie down and have a good sleep at this time.

  Too lazy to clean up the dinner table, and found that Wang was still staring outside the yard, so he poured all the chicken bones on the plate out, didn't see Wang's cheers, he went back to the room and fell asleep, his body turned red, accompanied by sweat, but his eyebrows were relaxed.

  That night, Li Meng was having a good dream, but the Huangdi Mansion was not peaceful. The reason was that Da Wang had been excitedly shouting for an entire night, yelling loudly and making it difficult for people to fall asleep.

  "Ghost Doctor, you must have contracted rabies!" the little kid joked.

  "This isn't rabies, it's...!" said an old lady with a sinister tone.

  "Snake Grandma, what is **?" Little Fart asked curiously.

  "Cough...cough......It's just......" The old lady looked troubled.

  "Get out, all of you! You bunch of donkeys!" The doctor, who had been checking for half a day without getting any concrete results, was extremely frustrated. Now, hearing these people making a racket around him, he couldn't help but blow his top. His eyes were filled with anxiety, revealing his concern for the king.

  The little brats next to him glared at him with discontent, but didn't leave, they just stopped making a racket. To them, the big king's loud yelling was an incredibly entertaining event.

  "Who the hell gave Wang something today, step out! Step out!" Gui Yi, although not a professional veterinarian, had done some research on animals and quickly discovered the problem. He determined that Wang had taken some kind of stimulant, and it was not a sudden illness.

  "The big king only eats what you feed it. Besides you, who else can poison it?" Snake Granny's sinister voice reached the ears of Ghost Doctor.

  "...... Ah, yes!" The ghost doctor was suddenly enlightened, but then fell into even greater confusion. The food he fed to the king couldn't possibly be the problem, but if it wasn't poisoning, then the king's symptoms couldn't be explained! The ghost doctor was extremely anxious in his heart.

  The demon doctor has no idea that the culprit is sleeping soundly!