From the day he got the spirit beast map, Zhao Lin had considered the ability of smell more than once.
In the beginning, survival was difficult, and the sense of smell did little to improve the situation at home. It was the middle of winter and the vegetation was withering, so it was impossible to find herbs by smell.
After absorbing the souls of Old Scalper and Xiong Zhen, his conditions gradually improved, and his sense of smell became even less important in his mind, and he gradually stopped thinking about it.
But now his mind has changed.
Smell is the best tracking ability.
Police dogs trained in previous lives can smell the scent left by a suspect hours ago, but the scent of a leopard is even more acute!
It is not difficult to catch the Mountain Leopard by absorbing its soul.
Zhao Lin believed that it was worthwhile to do so, even if it was a waste of a grid on the spirit beast map.
In the mink house next to the horse farm, a skinny, dark-faced old man who looked like a farmer was mixing wild vegetables and rice bran with a pile of fish and shrimp, pouring them into a large wooden bucket, and stirring vigorously with a stick.
There were several iron cages on the ground beside the old man. There were more than a dozen slender, silver-gray minks in the cages.
These ferrets are very active and jump around in their cages.
"Are they all scent-smelling martens?"
Zhao Lin asked, watching the mink jumping around in the cage and asking for food anxiously.
Suddenly there was someone in the room. The old man was startled. He looked up and saw that the person who came was a young man. He just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that Zhao Lin was covered in blood. He felt relieved again.
"Don't panic, old man, all this blood is from the beard."
Seeing the old man trembling with fear, Zhao Lin explained with a smile, "Let me ask you, is there a scent-smelling mink in the cage?"
"Sir, it's Wen Xiang Diao." The old man replied respectfully.
"Pick one for me." Zhao Lin squatted down by the cage.
"I wonder what you want, sir?" the old man asked.
"The nose is good, so it's best to have a male one." Zhao Lin thought for a while and said.
The old man didn't dare to disobey, so he opened the cage and caught a fat mink with shiny hair from inside.
Zhao Lin took a look and asked, "This one is the best?"
The old man nodded and replied: "The old man spends time with these minks every day, and he knows it well."
"Well, kill it."
After listening to Zhao Lin's words, the old man's hands shook and he almost threw the mink away.
Zhao Lin knew that the old man thought he was a pervert, so he explained: "Don't think too much, I want this mink hair."
The old man swallowed, obviously not believing Zhao Lin's words, but he was used to being bullied by bandits in the village, and he did not dare to refuse, so he beat the mink to death with a wooden stick in tears.
"Thank you. Please wait outside, father-in-law. I'll ask you to come in again."
Zhao Lin didn't want someone to be around to instruct the old man to get out while he was absorbing the soul.
After the old man left, the spirit of Wen Xiang Mink had gathered and taken shape in the air.
“I don’t know what the experience will be like this time.”
Zhao Lin's nose trembled as he inhaled the silver light.
As he expected, the silver light immediately gathered in the mouth and nose after entering the body, and began a violent transformation, or evolution.
A pungent smell rushed straight from the nose to Tianling Gai.
"It's so exciting!"
Zhao Lin felt as if he had taken a big mouthful of mustard, choking and burning his nose. Tears welled up in an instant, and his soul almost wanted to fly out of his body.
Immediately afterwards, all kinds of smells that I had smelled, things I had never smelled before, and even things I had never thought of exploded in my nose.
Fruity, milky, meaty, incense, sour, burnt, rancid, spicy, urinary, acetic acid, fruit acid... Each flavor can be divided into dozens or hundreds of varieties, and they are extremely rich.
Smells that I thought were similar or even identical in the past now feel completely different.
The absorption of souls did not last long this time. After only half a moment, the spirit animal diagram flashed, and the appearance of a fragrant mink appeared in the fifth grid.
Zhao Lin took a deep breath...
Then I almost vomited.
The mink house smells of food, urine and feces.
Zhao Lin's nose didn't work before, so he just felt a bit unpleasant. Now that he has a keen sense of smell, these smells are immediately amplified ten to a hundred times, and he suddenly feels like his stomach is churning, and he almost feels sick.
Holding back his nausea, he covered his mouth and nose, and suddenly saw two wooden barrels for feeding the minks containing food of different colors, one barrel was light red, and the other was light gray.
He couldn't help but feel suspicious, so he called the old man in for questioning.
"Why are there two colors of food? Is it because the minks are of different breeds, or is it for some other reason?"
"Sir, the color of the food is different because different spices are added to it."
The old man took out two paper packages from his arms and opened them to Zhao Lin. Sure enough, one package was red and the other was black.
"What's the difference?"
Zhao Lin intuitively felt that things were not simple. He came closer and slapped his nose twice with his hand, and he immediately distinguished the difference in the taste of the two medicinal powders.
Although they all have a musky smell, the red powder has a smell of oily pine wood, while the black powder is slightly sweet.
The old man looked at Zhao Lin's actions curiously. When he asked, he was stunned for a moment and then said: "The leaders take red pills regularly. If they are too far apart from each other and need to communicate with each other, they can use the smell of red pills that grew up eating red food." Mink goes to find it.”
"Although these martens are smart, they can't speak. This method is the fastest."
"It turned out to be used internally by the bandits."
Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "I wonder if Zhuanshan Leopard has ever taken red pills?"
Just listen to the old man continue to say: "The black medicinal powder is for outsiders. As long as it is stained with even a little bit, the fragrant mink that grew up eating black food can come in handy."
He paused for a moment and said: "Originally, I am not qualified to know this. Master Ma Hao accidentally mentioned it to someone last year. I only found out after hearing a few sentences."
Zhao Lin suddenly realized that the black powder that Zhuan Shan Bao had sent people to sprinkle on him was probably this kind of powder.
"Thank you, husband."
Zhao Lin thanked him politely and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.
This old man helped the bandits raise scented minks all year round, and indirectly caused many people to suffer, and he was even one of them. It is not an exaggeration to say that he helped the bandits to do evil.
Thinking of this, he turned around and looked at the old man, put his hand on the iron ruler around his waist, and said with a smile, "Old man, what did you do before? How long have you been in the mountains?"
For some reason, the old man suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. The hairs on his body stood up and he knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Sir, I used to farm in Paektu Mountain. I know some medicinal herbs. I usually help the neighbors and villagers' livestock to get medical treatment. I am somewhat famous."
"Ten years ago, Master Xu Er took me to the mountains and forced me to help them raise scented minks. I stayed there for ten years. My poor old mother is nearly eighty years old. I don't know if she is still alive in the world."
Zhao Lin sighed silently, slowly loosened his grip on Tie Chi, and said softly: "Big things will happen in the village in the next two days. You'd better find a place to hide. After these two days, you can go back." Home."
After speaking, he strode out of the cabin.
The first plot is coming to an end. I will update it today and tomorrow to sort out the subsequent plot. Please forgive me.
(End of chapter)
