Weird guy.
The tattooed man smirked slightly, mentally labeling Chen Feng.
"I want to buy a dog." This was Chen Feng's second sentence, as he threw the money in his hand to the tattooed man, then walked past him, looking toward the Bulldogs on the side.
Time is running out.
He must quickly find the figure of the "Hellhound".
The Bulldogs have no armor, and in this slaughter, there is no absolute king. Even if they win a match, the victor still suffers horrific injuries, utterly losing the ability to fight again.
To put it more simply, it's like a game of chance, and the so-called Bulldog is more like two chess pieces pitted against each other. Ten thousand is not much, but buying a piece before making a choice is more than enough.
Chen Feng walked to each Bulldog, observing carefully.
"Not this one."
"Not this one."
"None of these..."
After checking out the dozen or so Bulldogs around, Chen Feng frowned. Among them, he couldn't find the figure of the "Hellhound".
"Could I have guessed wrong?" A flash of sharpness appeared in Chen Feng's eyes as he walked up to the tattooed man and asked in a deep voice, "Are all the Bulldogs here?"
"These are all the best Bulldogs here. Besides these, only the failures and cripples are left..." The tattooed man answered truthfully, out of respect for the money.
"Failures?"
Chen Feng's face stiffened, his pupils narrowed suddenly. He seemed to have overlooked something important. After a pause, he said, "Take me to find those failures."
"Uh..."
The tattooed man was somewhat stunned.
Having roamed the grey areas for years, the man sharply sensed an inexplicable danger from Chen Feng.
Strange.
The tattooed man couldn't describe the current feeling. Clearly, the other party seemed more like a fledgling bird, yet made him feel an inexplicable dread.
The other party didn't need to prove anything through battle. A gesture, a tone, or even a slight gaze made the tattooed man uncomfortable.
Little did the tattooed man know, after surviving in the apocalypse for over a decade and witnessing countless deaths and destructions, Chen Feng's indifference to life had already melted into his bones.
...
This was an abandoned room, with seven or eight crippled Bulldogs stacked inside, like garbage thrown into the room, whether they were dead or not.
"Found it!"
Chen Feng looked around, and suddenly his body stiffened, his pupils narrowed to a line. His hands became somewhat cold, but with just one glance, he could be sure that was the existence he was searching for.
A weak Tibetan Mastiff.
It, however, had its eyes wide open, as if unwilling to die like this, exuding a gloomy chill.
Chen Feng would not forget this gaze,
The pallid pupils were filled with green blood threads, resembling a grisly spider web. Just a glance with it would leave one's body cold, feeling an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
Hellhound.
This was the beast that brought endless panic to J City.
"I want it."
Chen Feng's tone brooked no doubt. Under the strange gaze of the tattooed man, he acquired this dying creature.
...
One hour until the apocalypse.
Empty room.
Chen Feng looked expressionlessly at this Bulldog that was about to breathe its last. Who could have imagined that this pitiful-looking creature would turn into everyone's nightmare in less than an hour?
Food, water, some simple bandaging.
Although all this seemed unnecessary for a Bulldog favored by fate, Chen Feng didn't want anything to go wrong at the critical moment; basic treatment was still necessary.
For the Bulldog, initially, it was very repulsive toward Chen Feng, but after a while, seeing the other party genuinely helping, its look of dread, vigilance, gloom, and annoyance gradually turned to reliance, acceptance, calmness, and gratitude.
Gratitude.
The same as a special instinct of intelligent creatures.
Powerful potential.
This unusual ability, different from its kind, might be the foundation of its status as an elite monster.
The Bulldog evidently saw Chen Feng as a lifeline in a lonely sea, Chen Feng became its hope, or perhaps its savior to live on.
Favorability.
To put it more simply, Chen Feng gained favorability from the NPC, and after the doomsday version started, having favor with the "Hellhound," he could entirely live under its protection, and even have the right to control it.
This is not alarmist talk.
In the apocalypse, some blessed individuals picked up a weak little beast by the roadside to nurture it, but who could have thought this little beast would possess amazing talents, growing rapidly, ensuring its owner safety in the apocalypse, and even carrying them up to the ranks of masters.
Clearly, Chen Feng now also possessed such providence.
Chen Feng stood on the ground, looking at the second hand on his watch, tick... tick... twelve o'clock sharp...
"Buzz..."
A massive sound erupted, it was the noise from spatial mutation, also heralding the first horn of a new epoch.
The apocalypse truly arrived!
Almost instantly, the Bulldog's body underwent changes first. Its body suddenly began to tremble, then abruptly enlarged, its ruptured wounds looked as if enveloped in a layer of reddish-brown plasma, its pupils were red, like bloodshot eyes after excessive suffocation, exuding extreme terror and bizarreness, its whole body radiating an intense energy.
Its injuries were healing rapidly.
Gene reboot? Or perhaps some other unknown power? In just a few minutes, the miserable canine before him transformed into an entirely new form.
Although it was still weak, and its size hadn't grown to five meters yet, its aura was already exceptionally fierce.
And surprisingly, the gaze the ferocious beast cast at Chen Feng wasn't filled with the malevolence and cruelty typical of hunting prey, but dependence and intimacy, causing waves and waves in Chen Feng's heart, incapable of remaining composed, for with the apocalypse's descent, his once stiff lips finally cracked a slight arc.
The next second.
He lifted up a shovel from the corner and struck the Hellhound heavily on its head.
The just-evolved Hellhound was extremely weak, and it needed some time to become the earthly nightmare that would soon defy storms.
Just that...
It wouldn't see that scene anymore.
Everything happened too suddenly.
Chen Feng's hands trembled slightly as he looked at this beast before him that held favor towards him, and could even be completely tamed, with no guilt or apology in his eyes: "The apocalypse is ruthless, and in the face of benefit, even one's bloodline can be abandoned at any time, let alone this favor without any basis?"
Dead.
Compared to being alive, the corpse of the Hellhound before him was what Chen Feng truly wanted.
Meanwhile, the shaking of space brought Chen Feng a familiar yet strange power.
At the same time, his body underwent a qualitative change.
Taking one last look at the flesh on the ground, Chen Feng knelt down, then suddenly plunged both hands deep into the mass of blood and flesh. His expression was solemn, and his tone exceptionally cool: "Corrupted carcass buried deeply underground, adhere to the ancient covenant, heed my whispers, break the boundaries of time and space, emerge... companion from the Abyss..."