Chapter 308: The Fennec Fox King

Follow the beat, four or five in a row, ying—— hit a shocking epic bass note, two and five short ying, one and three long ying, shake your head, make money!

Originally, Yu Xueqing intended to lead viewers to the front lines of archaeology, but An Sheng’s antics changed the program. Fortunately, among the four of them, Ling Ren understood music theory.

An Sheng came up with the idea, Yu Xueqing acted as translator, directing Mo Yiqing and Tang You to carry foxes of different sizes and arrange them into nine vertical rows, forming an actual choir.

The foxes’ ying sounds were all identical.

But smaller foxes emitted sharp ying sounds, while medium-sized ones, like the Arctic fox, had more mellow ying tones.

The red fox’s ying was deeper and steadier, and the fatter and broader the body, the lower the sound.

“Um… are people still watching the archaeological site?” Yu Xueqing timidly raised her hand, watching the three humans and one fox enthusiastically forming a choir and testing their voices, and asked the audience on livestream.

【Archaeology? What’s so interesting about archaeology? It’s just prying open ancestors’ coffins—unlucky. Better to listen to foxes sing on a sunny grassland.】

【Yu Xueqing, step down! Look at my username—I’m a fan with a light sign! I want to see foxes! I want to see foxes form a choir!】

【Are you slacking off, host? Look at Mo Mo carrying foxes—hurry up and help!】

【Is this a new host? The other two look totally unfamiliar!】

“Oh.”

Rebuffed by the livestream audience, Yu Xueqing reluctantly went to help carry foxes.

Ling Ren handled tuning, listening for subtle differences in each fox’s ying.

The four spent the entire morning—even skipping breakfast—integrating over three hundred foxes into the original twenty-fox choir.

“An Sheng, conductor! Start with 1155665!” Ling Ren told the little fox.

“Ying!”

A chorus of ying sounds echoed through the Fox Kingdom, harmonizing into a familiar melody.

Foxes from Kingdom One, Two, and Three, along with foreign foxes, all began singing.

“Is this melody ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’?” Mo Yiqing, sitting on the grass, hummed a few bars, then froze and blurted out the name:

“I knew it sounded familiar—it’s the nursery rhyme from kindergarten!”

“Nursery rhymes are great too! They’re foxes—you can’t expect too much.” Tang You sat cross-legged, back to the sun, checking in on her mobile game one by one.

Mo Yiqing rolled her eyes. “That girl’s slacking off! Guess how Ling Ren got her name? Her ancestors ran teahouses for eight generations—Dongdong Qiang singing for eight generations. Now? ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’”

“Really?” Tang You blinked. “Ling Ren’s family were all opera performers?”

Tang You was usually homebound and didn’t gossip about others’ family matters. She only knew that when she bathed with Ling Ren, Ling Ren liked to sing.

“You think her monkey-like agility came from nowhere? Practiced at home.”

“Huh. I never really noticed.” Tang You shrugged.

“We’ve been busy half the morning, thought we’d hear authentic Sichuan-Chongqing opera, and now this? When Ling Ren gets back, I’m slapping her flat.”

“You don’t need to slap her—she’s already flat! Thinner than a single slice of a Mega Burger.” Tang You retorted.

Tang You’s instinctive jab left Mo Yiqing stunned: “That’s so aggressive?”

“Took out two at once. Double kill.”

The fox choir finished. Yu Xueqing carried two bags of fox food bought from the Fox Kingdom and fed the participating foxes. Ling Ren heard Mo Yiqing planned to mock her, grinned, then feigned annoyance and went to hassle Mo Yiqing.

An Sheng glanced at the livestream and saw the donation total—after subtracting Lin Bingyun’s contribution—was already around a thousand gold. Satisfied, he clocked out.

The livestream audience watched the host flick her tail and wiggle her butt into the grass.

【Yu Xueqing, hurry! Your fox went into the woods!】

【Host! Your fox is riding a fox! Hurry up or you’ll lose money!】

【An Sheng’s really living it up—everywhere are national protected animal ladies.】

Yu Xueqing, busy feeding, didn’t notice the livestream chatter.

………

“Hey, where’s the fennec fox?”

An Sheng slipped quietly into the villa at the edge of the grassland. He saw a group with bulging heads dismantling the villa’s damaged front door. He stood upright and asked:

“Fox Lord Fu.”

Seeing their boss arrive, the employees looked distressed and hid the steel pick behind their backs. “The Fox King went to Miss Wang Ya’s old house. Boss and Boss Lady are holding a meeting in B2.”

“Old house?”

Hearing a new discovery, An Sheng grinned and asked where Miss Wang Ya’s old house was.

The employee pointed him a path.

Though called a “house,” it was actually a teahouse built halfway up the mountain, formerly used by smugglers to store unsold animals. Later abandoned, Wang Ya renovated it into a half-mountain villa to host students, teachers, and store archaeological tools.

Following the Wang family’s internal road, An Sheng saw a six-hundred-square-meter villa with four floors and a mezzanine, complete with a garden.

A delivery truck was parked before the villa. The Fox King, mouth clutching a black plastic bag, tossed it down from the rooftop.

“Crash—”

A clatter of breaking glass echoed through the hills, followed by a pungent odor spreading through the air, nearly making An Sheng vomit up his cola.

“Ugh.”

“Worse than Lifu’s shit. What the hell is this smell?”

An Sheng had never encountered this odor before. He couldn’t even describe it—only that it made his nasal passages and throat feel intensely uncomfortable.

Pinching his nose, An Sheng circled the truck and climbed straight up to the rooftop, wanting to see what the fennec fox was doing—this smell was worse than shit.

At least Yu Xueqing couldn’t produce this odor.

“This place smells nice—no aggressive stench.”

An Sheng reached the rooftop but didn’t see the fennec fox. He descended to the fourth floor and heard clinking bottles inside.

At the door, he called out: “Hey! Did you ask about the ferocious beast?... Holy shit! You!”

Before the invisible door, a very soft single sofa sat in the center.

In the thirty-square-meter room, walls were lined with solid wood cabinets. Each open shelf held identical glass bottles filled with… penis wine.

Each cabinet held over fifty bottles. The entire room contained no fewer than four hundred bottles.

“You—”

Hearing Fox Lord Fu’s voice, the fennec fox, perched below, flinched and dropped the glass bottle in its hand. A violently offensive odor flooded the room.

“Aaah! Stinks!”

Startled, the fennec fox leapt off the ladder, dashed to the door, and slammed it shut.

“...”

The fennec fox pressed against the door, gasping, as if trying to expel the foul smell from its chest.

When it looked up, it met Fox Lord Fu’s eerie gaze.

“I didn’t think—”

“You have such a dark taste,” Fox Lord Fu said after a pause. “You’ve got Wang Lei’s flair, but you’ve got way too many varieties.”

“Why store so much penis wine? What’s the point?” Fox Lord Fu added, his eyes brimming with clear disgust—as if facing a pervert.

“No! It’s not mine!”

After a brief stunned pause, the fennec fox jumped up, shouting:

“Whose good fox is soaked in formaldehyde?!”

“All of it’s Wang Ya’s! Not mine!”

“All hers! I just wanted to throw it all away before Wang Ya turns back! The pervert is the person, not the fennec fox—it’s all her fault!”

“Wang Ya’s?”

An Sheng froze, tilting his head at the fennec fox, mouth open: “Huh???”

(End of Chapter)