Strengthening the Shadow Wolf Beast

Strengthen the Shadow Wolf Beast

When Mo Fan rode the Ghost Wolf Beast all the way to the Snow Peak Mountain Post Station, the sun had just risen over the mountain, and the morning light slanted across the outer wall of the post station, making it shine.

There were only a few monks on duty at the entrance of the post station, taking turns to change shifts.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the mountain path in the distance. The group subconsciously looked up and their expressions changed instantly.

"What is that?!"

"A demon wolf?!"

"Be on guard! Prepare to cast a spell!"

Several young military mages reacted extremely quickly, almost reflexively taking half a step back, and began connecting star trails with their hands.

The Dark Wolf Beast was extremely fast, and its exposed fangs, wolf eyes, and ferocious aura sent chills down one's spine.

"Wait!" One of them suddenly paused, squinting as he looked ahead. "Is there someone sitting on its back?"

"people?"

"There really is!"

"Don't make a move yet!"

Just as the group was filled with doubt and uncertainty, an older monk next to them also looked up and his eyelids twitched suddenly.

"Don't even think about lifting a finger!"

He raised his hand and slapped the newly arrived guard monk on the forehead.

"Are you blind? That's Mo Fan!"

The young mage covered his head, looking completely bewildered: "Mo Fan?"

The old monk said irritably, "Our boss calls him 'brother,' so who do you think it is?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people nearby changed.

As they were talking, the Ghost Wolf had already rushed to the entrance of the post station. Its thick claws dragged two shallow marks on the ground. It let out a low growl, and its ferocity still made the young military mages' hearts tighten.

Mo Fan landed on his feet, glanced at them, and casually asked, "Is Zhan Kong here?"

The old monk immediately forced a smile and nodded, saying, "Yes, he's inside."

Mo Fan hummed in response, and without lingering, patted the Nether Wolf Beast's neck and walked straight into the post station.

Only after his figure disappeared behind the door did the young mages secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Someone couldn't help but swallow hard and whispered, "Do you think I can beat that wolf?"

The old monk scoffed.

"You?"

"Something like you, it could eat two of you in one bite."

The monkey happened to be carrying a stack of things out of the side door. When it looked up, it saw Mo Fan. It was stunned for a moment, and then its eyes lit up.

"Hehehe! Brother Fan!!! Long time no see!!"

"We'll catch up later," Mo Fan waved his hand. "Where's the head instructor?"

"It's inside," the monkey said, unable to resist glancing at the Ghost Wolf Beast a few more times. "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, your Ghost Wolf Beast is so handsome! No wonder it's Brother Fan."

Mo Fan's lips curled up slightly.

"Yeah, she looks like me."

The monkey's mouth twitched upon hearing this.

Fan Ge really hasn't changed at all.

"Brother Fan, let's go, I'll take you there."

The two entered one after the other.

Zhan Kong was leaning against the table, flipping through a list, looking slightly tired; he'd clearly been busy these past few days. Hearing footsteps, he didn't even look up, immediately cursing, "Zhang Xiaohou..."

He looked up halfway through his sentence and saw that it was Mo Fan, so he immediately raised an eyebrow.

"What, it's you, kid?"

Mo Fan pulled out a chair and sat down, his movements as practiced as if he were returning to his own home.

"Pay back the money."

Zhan Kong was stunned at first, then his face turned pale and then purple.

"You came all the way from Shanghai just for this?"

Mo Fan looked completely at ease.

"Otherwise what?"

"You still haven't settled that score with Winged Wolf."

The monkey stood at the doorway, its shoulders trembling, struggling to suppress its laughter.

Zhan Kong stared at Mo Fan for two seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

"I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it."

"I was planning to call you a while ago, but a bunch of other things came up and I got so busy that I forgot."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan immediately spread his hands on the table: "Hehe, Chief Instructor, let's hurry up and settle the bill."

Zhan Kong snapped irritably, "Are you obsessed with money?"

Mo Fan leaned back in his chair, his tone quite nonchalant.

"There's nothing I can do; I'm just a poor wretch."

The monkey couldn't hold back this time and burst out laughing. But when Zhan Kong glared at him, he quickly shut his mouth.

Despite his cursing, Zhan Kong didn't hold back. He turned around, pulled out a card and a discount list from the drawer, and threw them directly in front of Mo Fan.

"I folded it for you a long time ago, see for yourself."

Mo Fan caught it with lightning speed, glanced down at it, and his previously tense smile immediately crept across his face.

The amount was actually a little higher than he had estimated.

"I knew the head instructor was wise, brave, and righteous, and he would never shortchange me in the slightest." Mo Fan flattered him obsequiously, while his hands were busy putting the card away.

Zhan Kong looked at his money-grubbing expression and couldn't help but snort.

"Look at your pathetic self."

He glanced at the ghost wolf beast outside the door, and then thought of Mo Fan running all the way back to Bo City, and suddenly seemed to guess something.

"You're not planning to upgrade it, are you?"

Mo Fan grinned, making no attempt to hide his smile.

"Yes, I plan to upgrade it to the Warrior level."

"Alright, the bill is settled."

"You do your thing, I'll do mine."

Seeing him about to leave in a hurry, Zhan Kong added, "If you really want to give it a battle general, you should know your limits and not overdo it."

Mo Fan waved his hand without turning his head.

"Don't worry, I know better than you do."

After saying that, he led the Dark Wolf Beast outside, but after taking only a few steps, he suddenly thought of something.

"Why leave? This is the place."

"Brother Fan, why are you back again?" Zhang Xiaohou asked, his face full of doubt.

"Monkey," Mo Fan said, putting his arm around Zhang Xiaohou's neck, "is there a quiet place?"

"Yes, yes!" the monkey nodded hurriedly. "There's an open space next to the training ground in the back. It's usually used to pile up targets and scrap materials, but nobody goes there in the morning."

"lead the way."

Upon arriving at the destination, Mo Fan glanced around and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, this is it."

The monkey swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "Brother Fan, should we report this to the head instructor?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Mo Fan had already started taking things out. "It's not like we're going to blow up his post station."

As he spoke, he had already placed several items on the ground.

As soon as the vessel containing the wolf's soul landed, the gray-black soul inside slammed against the vessel wall, letting out a low, fierce wolf howl.

The monkey felt a chill run down its spine.

Looking at the dark-patterned container next to it, filled with semen and blood, the blackish-red liquid inside was as thick as lava, and you could feel the heat and fishy smell even through the container.

"This is from the Ghostly Nether Wolf?" The monkey's eyelids twitched.

Mo Fan hummed in response, without even looking up.

"I just happened to kill him last night."

The monkey opened its mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

It still has to be Fan Ge.

The Ghost Wolf Beast had already positioned itself in the center of the open space.

Its limbs were slightly bent, its wolf body lowered, and its eyes were fixed on the wolf spirit. Its breathing became heavy and labored, and low, muffled sounds rolled from its throat from time to time, as if it was enduring or urging.

Little Lei Ling ran out of the contract space again. She perched on Mo Fan's shoulder, curiously craning her neck to look at the wolf spirit on the ground, then at Uncle Wolf, and finally simply curled up into a ball, hugging the wisp of dark lightning, ready to watch the show.

Mo Fan flexed his wrists and patted the Ghost Wolf Beast's neck.

"I've gathered everything for you."

Whether you can overcome it or not depends on you.