Chapter 10

"Ying ying ying—"

In the mountain land, the fox's bold whimpering sounded; the mountain rats that were multiplying in the tea fields all scattered and fled to their holes after being frightened.

"Xia-East rat generation, watch An dig your great-grandfather out—"

Foxes are one of the masters of digging holes in the natural world; foxes that cannot build underground villas will lose their right to choose mates and mate in the group.

An Sheng, as a fox, naturally inherited the talent for digging holes, but An Sheng felt it was dirty and generally didn't poke around in holes.

It's just that in view of the current complex situation, An Sheng had to enable his hidden talent.

"Die—"

An Sheng sniffed the scent left by the mountain rats digging, his two front limbs scratched the mountain land frantically, digging out a passage that could accommodate him to sneak into the mountain rat hole.

An Sheng was young, but he was young and strong, and his digging speed was fast; in a short time, he disappeared into the tea fields.

It's just that An Sheng had just entered the hole and retreated quickly in less than ten minutes.

"Ugh—"

An Sheng stood on his hind legs, his face pale and weak, leaning against a tea tree, vomiting all the late-night snacks he had just eaten.

Stinky... an indescribable stench drifted out from the hole he had just dug.

That rich stench was like a sock that had been standing for a long time, stewed in sneakers in the middle of summer, and then smelled eye-stinging after being drenched by heavy rain.

That rotten stench almost suffocated An Sheng directly inside; it was more powerful than the dry toilet at the village entrance fish pond!

If someone said that there were rotten corpses buried in the tea fields of Downhill Road, An Sheng would believe it.

After An Sheng caught his breath.

He carefully approached the hole, sniffed, and determined that the highly rotten and fishy smell had dissipated. An Sheng re-entered the hole and chased after the route the mountain rats had fled.

In the area more than one meter deep into the ground, An Sheng could still see the roots of the tea trees.

It's just that there were jagged tooth marks all over the tea tree roots, and some roots that explored water were gone, all gnawed away by the mountain rats.

Two meters.

Three meters.

In the ground nearly four meters deep, An Sheng hit a solid brick with one claw.

"Hiss—"

Intense pain came, making An Sheng couldn't help but gasp.

In the lightless hole, the fox's night vision ability couldn't play any role; An Sheng dug all the way down, basically relying on smell and hearing to chase the target.

"I hit a stone? Something's not right."

An Sheng shook his fox claws, patted the solid stone with a face full of suspicion; he was chasing the mountain rats and the rotten fishy smell by smell.

He could feel that the mountain rats and the rotten fishy smell were hidden behind the rock in front of him.

An Sheng, who was suspicious, dug to the side, touched the underground rock, and then his meat pad touched regular line marks manually chiseled out.

"This thing is not a rock, it's a brick!"

Touching the specific outline of the object in front of him, An Sheng was furious; the pain from hitting his claw just now was no less than kicking a solid wood furniture with his little toe.

If he had hit a rock and hurt his claw, An Sheng could only curse bad luck, but now there were manual chisel marks underground.

The reason for his front claw injury was not a natural disaster but human disaster!

"Drink—"

An Sheng held his breath and focused, gathered all his strength on his front limb meat pads, and slapped the "rock" with one palm.

"Ka ka ka—"

In the sound of bricks cracking, the rock he had touched earlier collapsed and fell, colliding with the floor tiles underground, making an empty echo.

An Sheng spread his thighs, resisted on both sides of the hole wall, and hung in the air without falling.

"..."

An Sheng was silent for a moment, muttering to himself: "This is clearly a big tomb! If I hit this, won't Aqing be reported to the women's prison? Although the criminal law doesn't care about foxes, it can manage the guardian..."

"Before going home later, I have to find Lin Ying's company's legal department to consult the risks."

An Sheng's words were cowardly, but if there were lights in the hole, you could see that An Sheng's black, shiny, fox-charming eyes were glowing.

In his eyes, it was all anticipation for the big scene, and gossip about watching the fun without fear of trouble.

An Sheng hurriedly turned his head, went out of the hole, returned to the tea fields, kicked the King Cobra in the snake-skin bag that wanted to struggle and escape.

An Sheng hurriedly went down the mountain, went to the tea farmer's house, and borrowed a head-mounted searchlight from the fellow villagers.

An Sheng put on the head-mounted searchlight and drilled back into the hole just now.

It's just that, as the light illuminated the "ancient tomb."

The gossip on An Sheng's face all receded, and that pair of fox-charming eyes almost stared out of the eye sockets.

"Holy crap—Ma Keqin heavy machine gun with wheels!"

An Sheng, whose head poked into the tomb from the damage in the ceiling, looked around the room and saw three Ma Keqin heavy machine guns with two wheels placed in the tomb, as well as several artillery pieces with wheels that An Sheng couldn't name the model of.

And on the wall of the tomb, there were a large number of mildewed wooden boxes.

From the damage of the wooden boxes, An Sheng could vaguely see rusty copper bullets exposed in the boxes.

Besides that, An Sheng finally knew where the stench permeating the air came from; this ancient tomb hidden in the tea field underground was actually an ancient arsenal.

There were heavy machine guns, artillery, ammunition, unknown medicine, and some very old canned food.

Those old canned food, gradually rusted after the baptism of time, and the meat food inside flowed all over the floor; the mountain rats An Sheng saw earlier all gathered in this ancient arsenal, looking around vigilantly.

"Good guy! I haven't eaten caviar, and the rats ate potato stewed beef first!"

Whether it was the wooden boxes with bullets or those rusted canned food, there were some foreign languages written on them; at a glance, you knew they were things imported from abroad.

But since An Sheng saw these things, he knew that those different English letters were all written with the same sentence:

【Uphill Mountain Arsenal Storage Room, the goods here are all held by An Sheng.】

An Sheng, wearing a searchlight, fell into the storage room, facing the swarms of mountain rats.

"The root cause of the rat infestation is these canned food."

"The canned food rusted and leaked, causing the mountain rats on the whole mountain to gather here, gradually forming a rat disaster..."

An Sheng patted away those mountain rats that were anxious and wanted to bite him, and walked around the arsenal.

But he didn't find any paper documents or information about this place; the things hoarded here were all materials from the war period.

An Sheng even found more than a dozen early damaged aluminum boxes of penicillin.

Obviously, the irritable and greedy mountain rats caused great damage here.

"Since the root cause of the rat infestation is known, let's disperse them!"

An Sheng showed a strange expression, returned to the tea fields along the original path, untied the snake-skin bag with the King Cobra, and threw it directly into the mountain rats' nest.

Then, An Sheng was busy in the mountains for a while, filled a snake-skin bag with spicy sticks, and threw them in all at once.

"This time... those rats won't..."

An Sheng filled the hole he dug, picked up a few plump mountain rats, threw them into the snake-skin bag, and dragged the snake-skin bag full of mountain rats toward Zhangxizhen.

【Wish to clear the rat infestation fulfilled; Seeing Yu Xueqing dreamed in her dream that you were in the Uphill Mountain, waving a Fangtian Huaji to severely damage the Xia-East rat generation; your posture was majestic, the only regret is that you had a fox head, and the angry shout that should have deterred the Xia-East rat generation turned into a coquettish whimper, making Seeing Yu Xueqing very out of character.】

【But the Xia-East rat generation clearly feared the fox's whimper out of instinct.】

【Wish Power +1】

"What the hell, waving a Fangtian Huaji, severely damaging the Xia-East rat generation..."

"Breaking the Fangtian Huaji to make porridge, An is definitely not a slave of three surnames!"

An Sheng, dragging a bag of plump mountain rats, looked at the text in his mind and couldn't help but complain.

(End of chapter)