[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent":3,"chapter-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fox Has No Malicious Intent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2340463,4575,"Chapter 10: Can","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying——”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hills, a fox’s loud whimpering echoed; the mountain mice that had been breeding in the tea fields scattered in panic, fleeing into their burrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xia Dong, you scoundrel—watch as I, An, dig up your ancestors!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foxes are among nature’s top diggers; a fox who cannot build an underground villa loses all mating rights within the clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a fox, An Sheng naturally inherited the digging talent, but he found it dirty and generally avoided digging burrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But given the current complex situation, An Sheng had no choice but to activate his hidden talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng sniffed the scent left by the mountain mice as they tunneled, frantically scratching the hillside with his front paws, carving out a passage wide enough for him to slip into their burrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though small in stature, An Sheng was young and strong, digging at incredible speed; in moments, he vanished into the tea fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But barely ten minutes after entering the burrow, he shot back out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puke—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stood upright, his face pale and green, clutching a tea tree as he vomited up his recent snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stench—unimaginably foul—drifted from the freshly dug burrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thick, reeking odor was like a sock coated in patina, worn in sneakers on a summer day, then soaked by a downpour—solidified into a blinding, eye-watering stink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rotting stench nearly knocked An Sheng out cold; it was even worse than the village pond’s latrine!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone told him a corpse was buried beneath the downhill tea fields, he’d believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After catching his breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he cautiously approached the burrow’s mouth, sniffed again, confirmed the putrid and fishy stench had dissipated, then re-entered the tunnel, following the mountain mice’s escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a meter underground, An Sheng could still see the tea tree roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the roots were covered in uneven tooth marks; some water-seeking roots had been completely gnawed away by the mountain mice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two meters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three meters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near four meters underground, An Sheng’s paw struck a rock of extreme hardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intense pain shot through him, forcing him to gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pitch-black burrow, the fox’s night vision was useless; An Sheng had relied entirely on smell and hearing to track his target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hit a rock? That’s not right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng shook his paw, eyeing the unyielding stone with suspicion, tapping it with his nose as he’d followed the scent of mice and rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the mice and the rotting stench lay just behind this rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, An Sheng dug sideways, pawing at the underground stone—then his paw pads brushed against clean, man-made grooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t rock—it’s brick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognizing the object’s shape, An Sheng flew into a rage; the pain from his paw strike was no less than kicking his little toe into solid wood furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d hit a natural rock, he’d have cursed his bad luck—but here, underground, the evidence of human excavation was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His injured paw wasn’t the result of nature—it was sabotage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng held his breath, channeling all his strength into his front paw pads, then slammed them against the “rock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack crack crack—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a chorus of crumbling brick, the stone he’d struck shattered and fell, clattering against the underground tiles with a hollow echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng spread his legs, bracing himself against the tunnel walls, suspended midair as debris tumbled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng fell silent for a moment, muttering to himself: “This is clearly a grand tomb! Did I just dig my way into a women’s prison for Yu Xueqing? The law doesn’t govern foxes—but it does govern guardians.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before heading home, I need to consult Lin Ying’s legal department about liability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s voice sounded timid, but if there’d been light in the tunnel, you’d have seen his dark, glossy fox eyes glowing brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze burned with anticipation for a grand spectacle—and the gleeful curiosity of a gossipmonger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng spun around, exited the tunnel, returned to the tea fields, kicked the king cobra in the snake-skin sack—still struggling to escape—then\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hurried down the hill, borrowed a headlamp from a local tea farmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng strapped on the headlamp, crawled back down the tunnel into the tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the light illuminated the “ancient tomb,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all the gossiping gleam vanished from An Sheng’s face; his fox eyes nearly popped from their sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit—a wheeled Maxim heavy machine gun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peering down from a hole in the ceiling, An Sheng scanned the chamber and saw three wheeled Maxim heavy machine guns placed inside, along with several artillery pieces he couldn’t name, also on wheels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the chamber walls stood stacks of mildewed wooden crates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the broken lids, An Sheng glimpsed rusted copper bullets inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he understood the source of the stench: this hidden tomb beneath the tea fields was an ancient arms depot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It held heavy machine guns, artillery, ammunition, unknown drugs, and some very old canned goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient cans, worn by time, had corroded; their meat contents had spilled across the floor, and the mountain mice he’d seen earlier had all gathered here, warily watching their surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! I haven’t even had caviar, but the rats already got potato stewed beef!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the bullet crates or the corroded cans, all bore foreign script—he knew they were imported goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment An Sheng saw them, he realized: every different set of English letters spelled the same phrase:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Upward Hill Arms Depot Storage Room: All goods herein belong to An Sheng.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing the headlamp, An Sheng leapt into the storage room, facing the swarm of mountain mice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the source of the rodent plague is these cans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The cans corroded and leaked, drawing every mountain mouse in the hill here—creating a full-blown infestation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng swatted at the aggressive mice trying to bite him, circling the arms depot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he found no paper documents or records about this place; everything stored here was wartime supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even discovered a dozen broken aluminum boxes of penicillin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the aggressive, greedy mountain mice had caused massive damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that I know the source of the plague, let’s scatter them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng wore a strange expression, retraced his path back to the tea fields, untied the snake-skin sack, and tossed the king cobra straight into the mice’s nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he scoured the hills, filled another sack with spicy strips, and hurled them in too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now… those little rodents won’t dare stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng filled in the hole he’d dug, grabbed several fat mountain mice, stuffed them into the sack, and dragged the full sack toward Zhangxizhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Rodent plague eradicated. In Yu Xueqing’s dream, you wielded a Fangtian Huaji, crushing Xia Dong’s vermin; your posture was majestic—except your fox head and the whimpering ying ying ying instead of a fearsome roar made Yu Xueqing feel utterly out of character.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【But Xia Dong’s vermin clearly feared the fox’s whimpering on instinct.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Power +1】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell—wielding a Fangtian Huaji, crushing Xia Dong’s vermin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather melt the Fangtian Huaji into porridge—I’m no servant of three surnames!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging the sack of fat mountain mice, An Sheng muttered at the text in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1199,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8a4368a80a369aded9ffe3342806116b744cd4ead36687e0dbc5d7e6371de2ff","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-11","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-9",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]