CHAPTER 84: MUSHROOM VILLAGE 34

"How should we handle this thing?" Third Aunt pressed down hard on the thing under her hand until it completely stopped moving, then looked up at the rabbit skin on the table and asked.

She stared intently at the rabbit skin, her eyes full of desire and greed to possess it.

Third Uncle glanced at her, clearly understanding what she was thinking. Immediately, he poured cold water on the idea, "Don’t think about it. If the village chief finds out, it won’t end well."

"Besides, Ms. Wan specifically came to the kitchen this time. Do you really think she’s just here to check if it’s stewing? She’s probably here to remind us to properly handle this rabbit."

"If we had other intentions, like not killing the rabbit or hiding the rabbit skin, do you think she wouldn’t notice?"

After speaking, Third Uncle carefully wiped the blood off the rabbit skin, rolled it up, and carried it out of the kitchen.

"Ms. Wan, this is the peeled skin. Here you go." Third Uncle handed the rolled rabbit skin to Wan Qian.

Wan Qian touched it and was surprised to find it still warm, as if just peeled from a live rabbit.

But the fur was not as soft as imagined, and thinking back to the bloody state of the rabbit made her less interested.

Still, she felt bad refusing Third Uncle’s kindness, so she took it and went back to the living room.

As soon as she entered the living room, Wan Qian noticed that Hao Shijun had a strange look in his eyes when he glanced at the rabbit skin in her hand. Just right—

"You want it? Then it’s yours." Wan Qian said, handing the rolled-up rabbit skin to Hao Shijun.

"To—to me?" Hao Shijun’s eyes widened in disbelief.

From the moment Wan Qian entered, he had noticed the extra rabbit skin in her hand.

Although Hao Shijun had never gained talents, his profession gave him deeper knowledge about the haunted realm than ordinary people.

For example, sometimes you can obtain special items in the haunted realm that have unique effects there.

One of his seniors once cleared a police station-themed haunted realm and got a gun.

This gun could deal real damage to ghost and monster, but unfortunately, its bullets also had to be obtained from the haunted realm.

At this moment, looking at the rabbit skin Wan Qian handed over, Hao Shijun could tell it was an extremely fine uncanny item.

Though he didn’t know its exact function, it surely wasn’t weak. And she just gave it to him?

Seeing Hao Shijun’s stunned expression, Wan Qian scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly.

Maybe just now when he stared at the rabbit skin in her hand, he wasn’t actually wanting it?

Sigh, she realized she had been too subjective. She was about to take it back, "Um, if you don’t want it..."

"I want it! I want it!" How could he not want it?

Hao Shijun stretched both hands out and tightly hugged the rolled rabbit skin Wan Qian had offered, looking like he would never let go.

His expression startled Wan Qian, and she quickly loosened her grip.

However, Hao Shijun was still puzzled, looking at Wan Qian: "This thing... do you really not want it?"

Wan Qian frowned in confusion, "What do I need this for? It’s useless to me anyway."

A flicker of understanding and admiration passed through Hao Shijun’s eyes.

Maybe for Wan Qian, her talents were already enough, so this rabbit skin didn’t help her and she generously shared it with her peers.

Yet uncanny items are precious. Even some worthless or unusable ones are jealously guarded by many, unwilling to even let others glance at them.

People as selfless as Wan Qian are rare. But it is such kind and simple investigators who can bring a better future to the country!

Hao Shijun looked at Wan Qian seriously, his tone grave: "Ms. Wan, the future of the Party and the organization lies with you!"

Hearing this, Wan Qian felt a wave of melancholy rise in her heart. During four years in university, she had applied to be a party member every year but was never selected.

She sighed, her voice tinged with weariness: "I’ll try my best."

Not long after, Third Uncle and Third Aunt brought in a clay pot.

The pot was deep; upon lifting the lid, a strange aroma wafted out.

Inside, the soup was thick and pale white, with some mushrooms floating on top. Stirring with a spoon revealed chunks of meat and bones cut into pieces at the bottom.

Even though the meat had been boiled, it still showed a faint pink color, giving a particularly tender impression.

At first glance, the meat seemed to twitch slightly, squeezing out pink blood.

Looking closer, it was just an illusion. Probably the meat was so tender that the broth lying along its texture appeared tinted.

Third Aunt rubbed her hands on her apron, her face showing nervousness and expectation as she looked at Wan Qian and asked, "Ms. Wan, does this meet your satisfaction?"

Third Aunt, reminded by Third Uncle in the kitchen, had also understood why Wan Qian made a special trip to the kitchen.

After all, as the owner of Dark Farm, her strength and intentions were unfathomable. It couldn’t be just for the food. Mainly, it was to remind them to handle the "rabbit" properly.

So, after finishing with the rabbit, Third Aunt anxiously asked for Wan Qian’s opinion, afraid that Wan Qian was unhappy about their earlier negligence and delay.

Wan Qian scooped a spoonful of meat, ready to put it into her bowl.

Hearing Third Aunt’s words, she immediately remembered that the whole table was prepared by Third Uncle and Third Aunt, who hadn’t eaten much just now.

With a hint of guilt, Wan Qian placed the spoonful of meat into Third Aunt’s bowl.

"I didn’t see you eat anything just now. Since you prepared this rabbit, you should be the one to take the first bite."

Sitting down, Wan Qian looked up at Third Aunt with a kind smile on her face.