Chapter 67: Really, Fu Li Master!

“You—you—you’re Xiao’an!”

In the instant An Sheng turned his head, Chen Zhi’s eyes widened in shock, as if she had seen a ghost.

Or rather, when she had seen the fox brutally beating the giant crocodile from the rooftop, she had already felt like she was seeing a ghost—she had stood frozen for a long time.

But then she recalled the events she and her supervisor had encountered during her graduate studies.

The fox brutally beating the giant crocodile was barely understandable.

But when the fox fully turned around, Chen Zhi was utterly stunned, her face filled with disbelief.

During her university years, her major was animal science, and her thesis involved the mating and reproduction of hundreds of dogs; by then, Chen Zhi had developed a sharp eye for observing animals.

White foxes might look similar, but even with An Sheng now sporting two tails, Chen Zhi recognized at a glance—the white fox before her was none other than the little pet that had visited her pet park at noon.

She had even chatted pleasantly with its owner.

“Ying?”

An Sheng’s eyes widened, his expression wary as he stared at Chen Zhi approaching.

Wait, I’ve already revealed my true form—and you still recognize me?

I don’t understand!

“Xiao’an?”

Chen Zhi ventured cautiously.

“Ying.”

An Sheng pretended not to hear or see her, strolling casually toward the pet park building and heading for the tool shed.

The crocodile had been knocked out, and his wish list had refreshed.

But An Sheng had no time just now to pay attention to the wish list or Chen Zhi.

The crocodile matter wasn’t over.

Originally, An Sheng had planned to bring Lin Ying here to take several photo sets of the suspected spirit beast crocodile, letting Lin Ying act as a guide to get close to what she wanted.

But the crocodile was vicious and cruel, suddenly leaping out of Jianghe to bite one of his little foxes.

Helpless, An Sheng had to knock them both out.

Now An Sheng needed sturdy ropes to use the Bow-Fish Technique to bind the two crocodiles, preventing them from causing trouble in the pet park once they woke up.

“Ying ying ying—I’m just a fox! Why do I have to learn rope tying and electrical repairs? Isn’t this torturing a fox?”

An Sheng groped in the dark through the tool shed, searching for items he could use to bind the crocodiles.

Though he grumbled aloud, his cheeks flushed with excitement at the thought of binding crocodiles—his delight was impossible to hide.

Binding! A skill he had never touched before.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Lin Ying had descended from Changping Mountain, her breath even as she arrived at the pet park and ended her phone call.

Driver Xiao Lin walked behind her, dazed and bewildered.

What he had seen and heard tonight shattered his previously simple worldview.

And because he had been especially bold, meticulous, and loyal tonight, he had been promoted.

But before officially assuming his new post, he needed to undergo a six-month training assignment in the tropical continent.

Before entering the pet park, Lin Ying had clearly told Xiao Lin to wait outside and not enter.

“He is Fu Li Master.”

“The real Fu Li Master.”

Before even approaching Chen Zhi, Lin Ying spoke calmly: “The fox immortal from the legends of our Xiadong region’s fabled blessed lands.”

She raised a hand and pointed at the crocodile, speaking coolly: “And that seemingly mutated creature over there has a unified term—it is called a ‘spirit beast.’”

Holding her camera, Lin Ying gazed silently at Chen Zhi, saying nothing further—even facing Chen Zhi, fully armed with a gun, she remained utterly calm.

“What are you trying to say?”

Lin Ying’s appearance and attire felt deeply incongruous to Chen Zhi, stirring her caution—but Chen Zhi did not draw the shotgun behind her.

Never point a gun at a person—that was drilled into every hunter in the Anquan Bureau’s training, repeated countless times daily.

Lin Ying was strange, but still human.

“Some people hunt spirit beasts. I appeared to warn you, so that our Xiadong region’s fox immortal won’t suffer harm.”

Lin Ying continued: “The fox is a good fox—but whether humans are good or not, I won’t judge.”

“Fu Li Master? Do you know him?” Chen Zhi asked Lin Ying.

“I know him.” Lin Ying nodded slightly, pointing at the crocodile lying peacefully, and said: “I’ve never formally encountered any organization that hunts spirit beasts, but spirit beasts have extremely strong territorial instincts—they launch fierce attacks on any creature that intrudes into their territory.”

“Once spirit beasts go berserk, the consequences are unpredictable.”

“Fu Li Master is called Fu Li Master precisely because he has stopped countless spirit beasts. I saw it myself—that’s why I call him Master.”

Lin Ying spoke with perfect calm, utterly serene, spinning pure nonsense.

What experiences did Fu Li Master have? Lin Ying had only known An Sheng for half a month—how could she possibly know so much?

But Lin Ying was certain of one thing:

The fox was a good fox, and she must protect him.

This incident had grown too large—even flood control projects had been damaged—it couldn’t be hidden.

But Lin Ying remembered Fu Li Master saying that when he entered the pet park, he had cut the power.

In other words, nothing that happened in the pet park tonight could have any video evidence—only she, Xiao Lin, and Chen Zhi knew.

The defeat of two spirit beasts could not possibly have been accomplished by humans without heavy weaponry.

So the explanation was simple: say the land and river spirit beasts fought each other, and the three of them were merely innocent bystanders who happened to report the incident afterward.

Lin Ying’s eyes flickered as she began to persuade Chen Zhi to help her protect Fu Li Master.

“I know right from wrong!” After briefly processing Lin Ying’s revelations, Chen Zhi eyed her warily: “Fu Li Master’s matter is his own—but what about you?”

Lin Ying remained expressionless, saying nothing—only raised her camera.

“I’m just curious. The world is so vast—don’t you want to see it?”

“What the hell is this rich girl talking about?” Chen Zhi muttered inwardly.

Always carrying a camera, wanting to see everything—do you think you don’t need to work for money and food?

Though Chen Zhi remained skeptical of Lin Ying, whose entire demeanor radiated aristocracy,

she agreed with one thing Lin Ying had said:

Whether humans are good or not, she didn’t know—but Chen Zhi had seen An Sheng cuddling closely with Yu Xueqing, and had seen An Sheng brutally crush two crocodiles.

Without the little fox’s intervention, even the Chen family hunters from Changping Mountain couldn’t have killed the fox—let alone stood a chance against the Han Yu crocodile; they wouldn’t even fill its teeth.

Powder metallurgy arrows couldn’t pierce its bones—the Anquan Bureau’s “Goodness Guns”? Forget it.

They’d just be extra snacks for the Han Yu crocodile.

An Sheng had directly saved the Chen clan of Changping Mountain and the local Anquan Bureau officers.

She, Chen Zhi, owed him this debt—and even if interrogated later, she’d die before saying a word.

Chen Zhi returned to the crescent-shaped building, retrieved a special carbon-fiber fishing net, and called over Fu Li Master and Lin Ying to wrap the net around the crocodiles, tying their four legs together to prevent them from exerting force.

Then she pulled out three boxes of sealing tape and tightly sealed the crocodiles’ mouths.

“Sis Zhi is suspiciously skilled at tying things up.”

An Sheng stared at Chen Zhi, dressed in a crisp, professional outfit, his face twisted in confusion.

“Vibrating.”

Suddenly, Lin Ying’s phone in her pocket buzzed. She glanced at it, answered briefly, hung up, then turned to An Sheng and said:

“Fu Li Master’s car has arrived. We’ll handle things here—you go rest. It’s already nearly eleven.”

“Car? What kind of car did you call?”

“Ding—a Kulinan with a partition between front and back seats. Fu Li Master said he likes Kulinan.”

“...”

Lin Ying’s words left Chen Zhi speechless.

Her earlier intuition had been correct.

Truly, a lady untouched by the mundane world.

In truth, the car that arrived was merely a business sedan—too ostentatious vehicles didn’t suit the Lin family.

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(End of Chapter)