Chapter 142
Unable to sleep, Wang Jin simply got up.
Thinking about the man going out to hunt this time, he remembered the Rui grass he had deliberately kept last time…
He still intended to make a type of anesthetic to use on fierce beasts during hunts.
This medicine was something that one of his guest had specially prepared for his protection after Wang Jin encountered wolves in his previous life.
According to him, just a tiny bit of powder could make a full-grown tiger collapse, and the collapsed tiger wouldn't wake up for ten days to half a month. Most importantly, the medicine was harmless—the animals anesthetized by it could be brought back, slaughtered, and the meat was still edible.
Wang Jin had never believed in it in his previous life, nor had he ever had the chance to use it. In this life, having gained the ability to understand medicinal formulas, he examined it and discovered the anesthetic was primarily composed of tonic herbs. However, these tonic herbs contained sleep-inducing components, and when combined with certain catalysts he had prepared, they activated the dormant sedative properties within the tonics… ultimately producing a powerful anesthetic effect.
That Rui grass was an excellent tonic, containing no less sleep-inducing components than any other medicinal herb. Paired with some substitute catalysts Wang Jin remembered, producing an anesthetic with the same or even better effects wasn't difficult.
Once made, the man could take it with him on the next hunt.
Wang Jin had someone bring the Rui grass and all the other medicinal ingredients, and it didn't take him long to produce a bottle of the anesthetic, which he then tucked securely inside his clothes.
The matter of the clothing store was managed very well by Xiao Yu and Xiao Pei, hardly giving Wang Jin any cause for worry.
The only thing was related to the previously requested reservation of fabric.
Originally, Wang Jin intended to attend the banquet and then ask Cheng Bai to buy it. After standing up Cheng Bai that time, he felt too embarrassed to buy it, so he had Xiao Pei make the clothes Cheng Bai wanted according to his previous intentions.
He himself continued designing the clothes he had previously started for Yuan Heng… these clothes were almost complete, only needing the final touches…
Once the design was finished, he could look for fabric to make clothes for Yuan Heng.
After the last stroke dried, Wang Jin put the paper away in a wooden box, carefully storing it. But suddenly, a scene he had just recalled surfaced in his mind.
"Brother Bai, I've been learning clothing design these past few days, I'm working on a style for Brother Bai. Once I finish drawing, I'll make clothes for Brother Bai." In the memory, a ger with the same appearance as himself smiled innocently and sweetly at the beastman.
It's just that in the memory, that beastman always looked impatient: "No need, it's not like I don't have clothes to wear. You, little delicate one, with your tender skin, don't go getting pricked by a needle and then come crying to me."
"I won't, I won't, I will definitely make a set of clothes for Brother Bai. When the time comes, Brother Bai will wear the clothes I made when going out…"
"Up to you. I'll say this first, I won't wear clothes that are too ugly."
"…" No matter how he was treated, the original owner never got discouraged when it came to Cheng Bai… Wang Jin stared at the blank paper, his mood complicated.
In the memory, that Xi Yao did make a set of clothes, but Cheng Bai refused it… the reason, naturally, was that it was too ugly.
Wang Jin supported his waist and stood up. Relying on memory, he rummaged around and found the clothes the original host had made before.
The color tone of the clothes was light pink. Although Cheng Bai liked to wear light-colored clothes, but… few beastmen could accept pink clothes. The style was cumbersome and ornate, unlike Cheng Bai's usual simple style…
No wonder Cheng Bai refused… this simply wasn't Cheng Bai's style at all. Who knows why the original owner made such clothes for him.
Wang Jin thought for a moment, placed the clothes on the table, pondered carefully for a while, spread out a blank sheet of paper, drew the style, and then modified the exaggerated and ornate parts one by one.
As for the color, it couldn't be changed anymore… so Wang Jin drew some patterns on it, thinking of a way to imprint these patterns onto the clothes, so it wouldn't appear overly girlish.
By the time he handed over the drawn style and the clothes to Xiao Pei for alterations, along with instructions to find a way to imprint the patterns, five days had already passed…
The physician said he would remember after taking the medicine for a few days. These past few days, he had indeed remembered some things intermittently, but something was still missing. Wang Jin always felt there was a very important thing he hadn't remembered yet.
That day, Wang Jin dismissed all the people, preparing for his noon rest. Suddenly, a strange sound came from the door. He walked over and saw that a piece of paper had been slipped under the door, which was only left with a crack.
He opened the door and looked around, but there was no one in sight. He picked up the paper and looked at it, suddenly seeing the question he had never been able to get an answer to.
Yuan Heng and Cheng Bai have gone to hunt Haiqiong!
Although Wang Jin himself might not have known what Haiqiong was, he now possessed many of the original owner's memories, and the original owner certainly knew.
It was a fierce beast from the deep sea!
The original owner's father… the city lord of Ning'an City back then, led a team of elite beastmen to hunt it… only to never return!
The Xi family had the bloodline of beast taming. Back then, the original owner's father was in his prime, with so many helpers, and they still didn't succeed, even losing their lives. Now these two went alone like this…
And to compete?
This is too reckless!
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