Chapter 77: Bro, Don

“Ate what? What did he eat?”

As Lin Ying spoke with a blank expression, uttering words that defied heaven and earth, the little fox’s eyes widened, as if terrified, her face filled with disbelief.

I had merely blocked the toilet at Gao Feng Consulting with a tissue.

Why did he eat it?

No, how did he dare eat it?

Even Fuli wouldn’t eat that stuff!

The little fox’s mind was in chaos, staring dumbfounded at Lin Ying holding her phone.

Lin Ying walked over to the sofa, crouched down, opened the album on her phone, and played for An Sheng the events that had occurred that morning at Gao Feng Consulting.

The video on the phone began to play.

Lin Ying sat inside the business car, the phone’s camera pointed toward the entrance of Gao Feng Consulting.

In the quiet cabin, faint chewing sounds and the rustle of plastic bags could be heard.

At that moment, a sudden booming noise erupted from inside Gao Feng Consulting.

Moments later.

Gao Feng appeared in the video, wearing a tight white T-shirt, his hair slicked with gel.

His white T-shirt was covered in distinct brown-black granules; from his meticulously styled hair, an unmentionable yellow fluid mixed with particles dripped down.

Thanks to the camera’s high definition, An Sheng could even see what looked like a row of fish bones stuck in Gao Feng’s hair.

On the little fox’s cheeks appeared a complex expression of awe mixed with mild revulsion.

And the video on the phone continued playing.

Gao Feng, looking dazed, opened his mouth as he stepped out of the company building and suddenly vomited, leaving a large pool of vomit on the ground.

Then, as he descended the stairs, he somehow slipped, landed squarely on his buttocks in the vomit, and slid down the stairs onto the street.

“Fuck!”

Though unharmed by the fall, Gao Feng seemed to snap out of his daze—he turned beet red, roared, tore off his white T-shirt, covered his head with it, ignored his car, and sprinted down the street bare-chested.

“Xiao Lin, follow him.”

In the video, Lin Ying picked up her phone to film and instructed the driver, Xiao Lin.

The black business car started and trailed Gao Feng as he sprinted down the street.

Gao Feng ran to a self-service car wash, leaped up, grabbed the roller shutter, and locked himself inside.

As the video reached this point, Lin Ying, who had been crouching while hugging the fox, rested her elbows on the sofa and scrolled forward in the video. Suddenly, An Sheng felt pressure—something was pressing against his small face.

But An Sheng paid it no mind.

The video skipped ahead over an hour. Gao Feng slowly opened the door of the self-service car wash.

He was a mess—soaked clothes, barefoot—stopped a car on the street, was refused five or six times, then finally got into a small vehicle and drove off.

His entire skin glowed red, as if scrubbed raw with steel wool.

Gao Feng went home.

He dragged his suitcase to the Administration for Industry and Commerce.

Then, Gao Feng traveled to Jiule City Airport and bought the earliest available flight ticket.

The plane took off.

“Terrifying.”

“Is this the butterfly effect? I only meant to inconvenience Gao Feng—but I never imagined he’d eat something so disgusting.”

“Isn’t he just too greedy?”

The little fox whimpered, her eyes fixed on the phone screen, suddenly drawing in a sharp breath.

“All I know for now is that Gao Feng ran away—but where exactly he went is still unknown.”

Lin Ying put away her phone and spoke to Fu Li Lao Ye: “But I checked with the Administration for Industry and Commerce—Gao Feng went there to dissolve his company.”

“He paid all current employees full severance and declared that anyone who leaked this would be killed if he returned.”

“Ying ying ying”

An Sheng’s face twisted in confusion—he simply could not imagine how his prank of clogging a drain had spiraled into this god-tier chaos, turning into a pool of golden sludge poured straight into Gao Feng’s mouth.

“Fu Li Lao Ye, should I copy the video for you?”

“Ying—”

No no no! The little fox can’t watch this! I’m going out to dinner with Yu Xueqing later.

This digital side dish is too gross to eat with rice!

…………

An Sheng sat at Lin Ying’s house for a while, picked up a bag of non-heritage master-roasted rock tea, and headed home.

But.

On his way home, An Sheng encountered a very strange young woman.

“Little fox, what are you doing?”

“Foxes shouldn’t ask humans for food. Human food is all tech and cruelty. A cute little fox should go into the mountains to catch mice.”

“Eating human food will make you sick.” The young woman crouched before the little fox, smiling brightly, tore open a sealed chicken leg, and eagerly offered it.

“Ying?”

An Sheng tilted his head, trying to recall the unfamiliar girl—but he had no memory of her.

Though he couldn’t name every villager in Zhangxizhen, he at least recognized them all.

But this girl was completely unfamiliar.

Yet as An Sheng pondered, his wish list suddenly refreshed with a new wish.

【Huh? Why won’t the fox eat? It’s staring at my face—is it going to hit me? Oh god, don’t! Brother! Your wild boar-punching prowess—just one swing and my medical card would crack! The coroner would be crying, begging me not to turn into mush! — Bai Tao, newly hired at the Anquan Bureau, saw the fox freeze and her heart lurched—she frantically prayed to every god she knew.】

【Wish fulfilled: Don’t hit her. (Modern tech is advanced enough—orbital surveillance satellites can achieve centimeter precision. Maybe shaking hands with Bai Tao could get me 300 yuan in meal allowance per day.)】

“???”

An Sheng looked at the wish in his mind, then at the strange young woman before him—her face beaming, calm, slightly puzzled.

Fuck, beautiful women really are liars.

Inside, they’re praying to every god on earth for protection, yet outwardly they can act perfectly composed while charming you.

And

The fulfilled wish seemed to hint at something terrifying.

“Hey! Bai Tao, what are you doing? Hurry up and help move the furniture—”

At that moment, a young man frowned and called out to Bai Tao: “Didn’t we agree to visit our neighbors after moving? Why are you here petting the fox and slacking off?”

“If you keep dawdling, the gift cakes in the box will melt!”

【Brother! Please don’t hit me! One punch from you and the doctor would kneel before me, frantically performing CPR begging me not to die! — Su Qiyuan, a veteran of the Anquan Bureau, muttered silently in his heart.】

【Wish fulfilled: Don’t hit him. (Before moving next door to you, Su Qiyuan had already recharged 50,000 yuan in operational funds on Yinfu. Your family’s impoverished conditions made the Anquan Bureau anxious—afraid the lord-level fox might get hungry enough to eat people.)】

“.”

Is our poverty really that famous? An Sheng stared at the refreshed wish list, his face darkening.

So the reason they moved next door and acted like spies was because they thought Yu Xueqing couldn’t afford to feed me, and feared I’d start eating people?

Wait, why are you accusing me of eating people?

Like I’d even go around biting people.

“Ying!”

The little fox held the bag of tea in his mouth but glanced at Bai Tao and Su Qiyuan.

Bai Tao and Su Qiyuan shuddered—his gaze felt like it could pierce right through their souls.

At this point, I suddenly remembered a question a reader had asked earlier in this chapter.

He asked: Will this turn into a xianxia cultivation novel?

Honestly, I was a bit stunned.

As the synopsis says, this is a world on the brink of spiritual energy revival.

The world is changing, and so are people.

This story of the little fox is about how people and the world change together.

The overall tone is humorous and light.

…………

Hmm. Today I suddenly wrote this passage.

It’s also to thank all the readers who’ve followed this far—to give you a little insight.

Today, my boss told me our little fox has been selected for Sanjiang.

Hehe, thanks again to all the big bosses—please, monthly votes.

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(End of Chapter)