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Chapter 31 Aromatic and Delicious!

The searchlight swept across.

The reflection illuminates the muddy road in the dimly lit alleyway.

Shen Mo dodged the prostitute's outstretched hand and continued walking on the narrow path paved with broken wooden planks, his face expressionless.

A moment later, Shen Mo suddenly heard rapid breathing and footsteps behind him.

With a frown, Shen Mo walked a little further before turning to the side.

"Stop him!"

The cries came, but it was already too late.

A thin woman with a buzz cut ran past Shen Mo with all her might.

"Damn it, I'm calling you..."

The shouting and cursing stopped abruptly.

Three men ran out of the dark alley and were about to hurl insults at Shen Mo.

Just then, a searchlight swept across the area.

The badge on Shen Mo's chest was clearly visible, along with his cold gaze hidden behind his hood and mask.

Upon seeing this, the short man who had spoken felt a sudden pang of fear and immediately fell silent.

A moment later, he kicked one of his men and pointed to a narrow path:

"Uh... what are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!"

After saying that, the short man hurriedly turned into the alley on the other side.

I don't know if they really took a detour or if they were just using it as an excuse to escape...

Shen Mo had no interest in investigating. He glanced discreetly at the fork in the road ahead before continuing his walk home.

But after walking for a short while, Shen Mo caught a whiff of a unique scent.

The smell was a strange, pungent aroma, almost like the greasy smell of rendered fat, but it didn't stand out in the acrid air of the shantytown.

Shen Mo took a few more steps, and the smell became stronger, and he heard a sound like crying.

The sound only disappeared and the smell faded away when they were some distance away.

The shantytowns are home to all sorts of strange and monstrous things, and bizarre events happen there every day.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Not seeking trouble is the most basic survival rule in shantytowns.

So Shen Mo ignored the source of the smell and continued walking towards his three-story house.

When I got home, it was my father, Shen Youliang, who opened the door.

Shen Lang was also there, slumped over a chair, looking at the book Shen Mo had brought back earlier with a worried expression.

Upon seeing Shen Mo, he immediately dropped his pen and ran towards Shen Mo with anticipation.

"Brother, you're back!"

"Roast chicken!"

Shen Mo took out a roast chicken wrapped in brown paper from his backpack and said, "Want some?"

"I want to eat it!!!"

Shen Lang suppressed his excitement and let out a low roar.

His eyes were fixed on the roast chicken in Shen Mo's hand.

It was as if I could already smell the aroma, my mouth was watering, and I couldn't help but jump up to grab the roast chicken.

Dodging Shen Lang's outstretched hand, Shen Mo shook his head and said:

"If you want to eat, you'd better finish today's study assignments first, otherwise no way!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Lang's expression fell.

After pleading for a while, seeing Shen Mo's firm attitude, he reluctantly sat back down to study.

Shen Mo glanced at Shen Lang's study materials, asked a few questions and offered some guidance, before sitting down opposite Shen Youliang and saying:

"Where's Mom?"

"I've gone to deliver the medicine."

Shen Youliang stubbed out his cigarette and frowned at Shen Mo, saying:

I asked about it today.

To obtain a residence permit in Xiaping District, you must first obtain a relocation permit for the shantytown redevelopment area.

You know those people in the shantytown civil affairs bureau.

If you ask them for a favor, you'll have to deal with all sorts of things, and there's no guarantee they'll get it done properly.

Besides that, you can find an agency to handle it.

The minimum is five thousand or ten thousand, and the maximum is twenty or thirty thousand.

I just don't know if it's reliable or not.

Shen Mo naturally knew what kind of people were in the shantytown civil affairs bureau.

Most of the people inside were shoved in by various gangs from the shantytown.

Whether you can get things done by asking these people is uncertain.

If you're targeted, there's a high chance you'll be exploited and drained dry.

These gangs possess combat strength comparable to Witcher, and they also illegally possess firearms!

Shen Mo's current strength is insufficient to contend with him...

After a moment's thought, Shen Mo said to Shen Youliang:

"Then let's first look for a reliable agency."

I've made a few friends; I'll ask them about it tomorrow.

Perhaps we can find another way.

The friend Shen Mo mentioned was Shi Lan.

The other party may have channels to sell patrol motorcycles, and may also have ways to obtain residence permits.

I chatted with my father again about the details of our trip to the Civil Affairs Bureau to inquire about information today.

Shen Mo caught the sound of footsteps approaching his home.

Boom boom boom!

A knock sounded at the door, and Guo Fang's mother's voice came from outside.

"I'm back."

Shen Mo stepped forward and opened the door, a familiar, cloying fragrance wafting into his nose.

"The second son is back."

When Guo Fang saw Shen Mo, a smile appeared on her face, but her expression seemed somewhat sorrowful.

After welcoming Guo Fang into the house, Shen Mo closed the door and heard Guo Fang sigh:

"Ding Xia's family's is no longer viable..."

Shen Mo didn't have much of an impression of this name.

Upon hearing this, Shen Youliang sighed softly.

Besides that, I had no other feelings.

After all, it's not uncommon for someone to die in a shantytown.

Living on a polluted lake, breathing polluted air, and eating polluted food...

The surrounding area is filled with scavengers, prostitutes, gamblers... or gang members, murderers, smugglers...

In such an environment, which family wouldn't lose someone?

Even the Shen family... could not escape this misfortune...

"The second brother is right, we need to move to Xiaping."

Looking at Shen Lang, who was hunched over a stool studying, Shen Youliang said in a heavy tone:

"I'll go ask around again tomorrow..."

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Late at night, the kerosene lamp was blown out.

Shen Mo lay on the bed, flipping through the three skill books in his hands.

He has a pretty good memory.

Before long, he had memorized most of the information in the skill book.

Until I saw the following in the personal information section of "The Demon Hunter's Handbook":

[Combat Skills: ...Piercing Arrow 0/1 (Beginner); Crescent Slash 0/1 (Beginner)...]

[Spell: Stunning Movement 0/1 (Beginner)]

Shen Mo then put away the skill book.

"It really works!"

Shen Mo was delighted to see the Zombie Movement spell appear on the spell list.

As demon hunters, spellcasters have a much higher status than warriors.

In the surrounding city, spellcasters are even called "magicians," and are considered on par with magic armorers and potion makers...

A spellcaster is highly sought after by any demon hunter team or even a hunting party!

"Should we improve my proficiency?"

Shen Mo looked at the enhancement points on his account.

He currently has 1 point of physical enhancement, 1 point of mental enhancement, 3 points of combat skill enhancement, and 4 points of skill enhancement.

The reserve of combat skill enhancement points is relatively sufficient.

"Most importantly, the points allocated to spell enhancement seem to be the same as those for combat skills... That's a great deal!"

After a brief consideration, Shen Mo still couldn't resist the urge to become a mage.

Consuming 1 point of combat skill enhancement, the proficiency of the Stagger Technique has been increased to 0/2 (beginner)!

A flood of information rushed into his memory, and Shen Mo instantly understood the principles, essence, and release method of the Frozen Movement Technique.

Those symbols, formulas, and patterns in the skill books that I couldn't understand.

The next moment, Shen Mo had a sudden realization, as if he had just understood...

The art of zombie movement!

With a thought, Shen Mo cast a zombie spell on the rats that were crawling out of the sewage onto the wooden walkway outside the door, making squeaking noises.

The quiet, dark space seemed to freeze for a moment.

But the squeaking of the mice did not stop.

Shen Mo knew in his heart that the spell had failed.

This is normal; even basic combat skills are difficult to master every time, let alone more difficult spells.

Shen Mo tried several more times.

Finally, on the sixth attempt, a noticeable surge of magical energy appeared.

The rats that had already scurried into the house seemed to be bound by an invisible force, frozen in place, unable to move...

But Shen Mo didn't even have time to be happy.

Then I was overwhelmed by a sharp pain that felt like my soul was being shattered and ripped away...