Chapter 35

"Lord Fuli..."

Old Chen, who was just about to call the police, suddenly saw Lord Fuli raise his hand and press it on his hand. Just as a doubt arose in his heart and he wanted to ask Lord Fuli...

Old Chen looked up and saw a scene that made his soul flee in terror.

That large wild boar with a tuft of blue hair on its head let out two "snorts" from its nostrils, its eyes glowing with a bloody red light, and it launched a wild boar charge directly toward the downhill path.

But for some reason, Old Chen felt that he really saw extremely human-like hostility and murderous intent in the eyes of that large wild boar; it really wanted to kill!

"Ying!"

An Sheng saw Old Chen freeze, frowned, pushed Old Chen into the shrubbery tea trees, and whimpered to signal him to pay attention to his own safety, as he didn't have time.

That freakish wild boar...

Clearly regarded him and Old Chen as intruders who had broken into the wild boar's territory.

Although An Sheng didn't know why a wild boar would regard him, a fox, as an intruder and launch a fierce attack on him with all its might.

But An Sheng didn't care; his purpose for this trip was to drive away the wild boars that were damaging the crops.

"Ying!"

An Sheng's gaze sharpened, his muscles tensed, and the second tail he had been hiding was also revealed.

"Rumble—"

During the boar's charge, its weight of nearly a ton caused a feeling of the earth shaking and mountains swaying.

Along the way, the tea trees and irrigation pipes were all destroyed by the boar's charge, and combined with the two tusks like crescent scimitars, it was just like an ancient heavy cavalry charging fearlessly on the plains.

Dust mixed with water mist sprayed from broken pipes, and the giant wild boar, resembling a mammoth, charged straight at An Sheng, pushing through the dust and countless branches and yellow soil.

Seeing the wild boar's tusks, when it lowered its head to charge, it even scooped up the stone-piled steps.

An Sheng's initial thought was to avoid the frontal charge and then attack from the side, directly flipping the large wild boar.

But in the split second his thoughts raced, a firm idea suddenly surfaced in An Sheng's heart.

I can do it!

What can I do?

Just as An Sheng's doubt arose, the little fox subconsciously stood up on his hind legs, took a step, and raised his foot to block the path of the blue-haired large wild boar's charge.

His two fluffy tails braced against the steps behind him, combined with his standing fox legs, forming a triangular connection.

"Bang—"

An Sheng stepped down, and because of his small size, he directly ignored the threat of the two crescent scimitars and kicked the giant wild boar right on the nose, forcing it to a dead stop.

The moment the two collided, dust rose everywhere.

"Ssh—"

The giant wild boar seemed to have hit a wall; the front half of its body had stopped moving, but its hind legs were still running, causing the four-meter-long boar to collapse into a large heap.

It let out a miserable howl, its body fell toward the bushes and tea trees on the side, blood sprayed wildly from its nostrils, its eyes rolled back, and its limbs were twitching slightly.

And the little fox, who had been hit by the boar, had his figure pushed back more than half a meter, and the stones that his tails had braced against to form a support point were embedded into the mountain mud due to the impact.

"Was I this fierce all along?"

As An Sheng, who had stopped the wild boar's charge with one kick, a look of astonishment appeared on his little fox face.

That feeling of divine inspiration was not too unfamiliar to An Sheng.

It should be considered a kind of beast instinct.

An Sheng used to catch rats in the forest, and he would often suddenly have a premonition, and subconsciously act according to the direction of the premonition, thereby predicting the escape route of those mountain rats or bamboo rats, and then feast on them.

The moment the large wild boar exuded murderous intent and launched a heavy cavalry charge at An Sheng.

An Sheng suddenly had a premonition in his heart that the wild boar in front of him was not dangerous to him, and there was no need to care about its disrespect.

Once the feeling of divine inspiration arrived, An Sheng instinctively acted according to his past hunting behavioral logic.

He stepped out and directly blocked the boar's charge.

"If I'm already this fierce..."

"Doesn't that mean I won't need to look left and right when crossing the road in the future? If anyone doesn't have eyes and hits me... they'll have to pay for a pedestrian protection device worth several thousand yuan? And their insurance premiums will skyrocket next year?"

After stopping the large wild boar with a foot-brake, a cheeky thought suddenly popped into An Sheng's mind.

At that time, he would be responsible for going out on the street to get hit by cars.

A Qing would be responsible for taking his National Second-Class ID card and a QR code to the perpetrator.

You just say, choose between three years in prison or thirty thousand yuan!

Three to five hours of effort could equal three to five years of struggle!

"No, no... if I do this, it's very easy to end up living in a dormitory in the zoo."

An Sheng shook his head and threw all those prankish thoughts out of his mind.

He might not have been very serious when he was a human in his past life, often finding lighters in his pockets after getting drunk, or having magnets in his pockets in the office, which had the effect of attracting pens.

But as the fox An Sheng, he was serious; if he could live by being cute and acting silly, he would absolutely never go to work.

"Snort—"

The wild boar that looked like a mammoth, although it had fallen on the mountain path, was still grunting and panting; apart from a concussion, there was nothing major wrong with it.

Old Chen was dumbfounded, looking at the large wild boar that had fallen not far in front of him, and then looking at Lord Fuli behind him, whose two tails were fluttering and who had kicked over the large wild boar with one foot.

Unconsciously, Old Chen subconsciously raised the phone in his hand, wanting to take a picture of Lord Fuli to use as his phone wallpaper.

The second tail had even grown out...

It was the real Lord Fuli!

If everyone went to the ancestral hall to eat during ancestor worship, and Lord Fuli was also there, then Lord Fuli would have to be the first to offer the first incense.

"Ying?"

An Sheng's two tails braced against the ground, he stood up on his hind legs, looked at Old Chen who was still playing with his phone, frowned, and whimpered.

"No! Absolutely no secret photography!" Old Chen jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, waved his hands repeatedly, put down the phone he wanted to take a picture with, and was covered in cold sweat.

Taking a picture of Lord Fuli? That's disrespectful to the immortal master! What was I thinking just now?

"Ying ying—"

An Sheng waved his hand, signaling Old Chen to come and help, and then swept his gaze toward the mountain stream. The two large sows and those small wild boars hurriedly ran back into the forest and ran toward other wild hills, not daring to stay here.

"Lord Fuli, what's wrong?"

Under An Sheng's instruction, Old Chen went around to the back of the large wild boar, which weighed over a thousand jin.

"Ying!"

An Sheng pointed to the boar's tail, signaling Old Chen to help lift its tail.

"Ying!"

An Sheng's expression turned fierce, he let out a whimper and a shout, and a "fox-tangle" strike with the force of thunder was unleashed.

Kid! Shangpo Mountain, the downhill path, and Dog-Head Ravine are all the territory of your fox grandfather!

Don't think that just because you're all black, you can bring your harem of wives and children to dominate my territory!

The two boar testicles, as big as Old Chen's head, were hit by the little fox jumping up and delivering a heavy punch.

The proliferation of wild beasts is nothing more than the disaster caused by excessive sexual activity, so the most scientific treatment method is to castrate them for permanent peace!

"Slap—"

As An Sheng threw the punch, Old Chen and the perpetrator An Sheng both twitched their eyes and couldn't help but gasp in unison.

"Woo woo woo—"

The miserable howl of the blue-haired large wild boar was like a fierce ghost crawling out of the nine-nether hell, and the painful cry echoed in the mountains.

An Sheng's castration for permanent peace.

Shattered its harem dream.

Shattered its dream of domination.

And even shattered the dignity of the wild boar king.

"..."

An Sheng and Old Chen looked at the rolling large boar and subconsciously covered their own crotches. In their minds, the sound of the lantern falling to the ground echoed.

(End of chapter)