Zhang Chen sat limply on the ground, golden light flashing in his eyes as he glanced towards the next room. He sighed with relief in his heart, "Fortunately, the Fox Spirit and the poor scholar next door are not home. If the Fox Spirit saw this scene, there would probably be another trouble."
Zhang Chen looked at another surviving roe deer, which was filled with terror, frightened by Zhang Chen's methods, constantly crashing around the yard with a look of panic in its eyes.
Zhang Chen didn't continue to drain the blood of the other roe deer. His symptoms had eased, and he didn't want to waste such fine food. He planned to save this roe deer for his little sister and mother, so he wished to keep it, knowing that his greatest crisis had passed. If he wanted to drain blood, he could go hunting in the mountains later on.
