Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 622 - 620: Fellow Villagers, Do I Look Like a Human or a God...
Riding on a Ba Mountain Mosquito that reaches speeds of four hundred kilometers per hour, Master Fuli seemed to surf the wind and waves, and in the blink of an eye moved from the southern part of Qinling to the Tiechuan Region, where he had been before, home to the Dragon Man Ruins.
The [Dragon Ruins] was still being excavated, but the surrounding area had already been fenced off with iron sheets, with a sign of the Xia Construction Bureau overseen by engineering soldiers, modifying the ceramic factory.
From high above, although the [Dragon Ruins] could be seen with the naked eye, its coordinates and position had been erased from the map,
and even a temporary iron sheet cover was built over the top of the ruins.
"Just let me down here!"
"You go assist the swarm and drive those criminals to me...."
Approaching the airspace above the fugitives, Master Fuli called out to the Ba Mountain Mosquito.
The main culprit of three murder cases, Zhang Ruiwen, had a death sentence already set in stone.
Yet, there were three accomplices who did not actually participate in the murders but joined the team later, merely assisting the main offender in robbing the pharmaceutical factory. They would likely get a sentence from a few years to over ten years and probably get out.
Though judged so, Ansheng felt that even if they were jailed, they wouldn't be too well-behaved, and once released, they might relapse into their old ways.
After all.....
They had witnessed those things, with a deep-seated belief in the unknown that seemed divine or immortal.
To break the confines of superstitious beliefs, the best way is to unveil the mystery and the unknown.
Having dealt with Professor Wu, Master Fuli gradually learned some teaching techniques.
But the lighter was too brutal.
The new energy double-pole lure was different, its voltage and current were adjustable, suitable for both mild and intense interactions.
Master Fuli tried to cook them to medium rare, and their butts could emit the aroma of medium-rare steak.
"Moo——"
The Ba Mountain Mosquito landed on the ground, placing Master Fuli on a rock in the mine, then leaped forward, transforming into a gray antelope, emitting a series of cries, running toward the forest.
"Rumble——"
The antelope formed from the Ba Mountain Mosquito exhibited the ultimate power of a bulldozer. As it passed, the grass and trees toppled, and dust flew everywhere.
The raging beast, the antelope, bulldozed a straight path in the forest, its horns and strong body pushing everything aside, as if it was a god or demon.
Master Fuli sat squatting on the rock, scanning the mad Ba Mountain Mosquito with a shake of his head, secretly mocking in his heart:
"It's just a Spirit Beast... if it were anyone else, knocking over so many trees in an ecological area, the fine from the forestry bureau would be at least two to three meters long."
Currently, in Xia Country, due to Spiritual Particles and Spirit Beasts, forestry development and protection had become a national policy. No one could be seen brazenly logging like this.
"Ahhhh——"
While Master Fuli was grumbling, the dust storm stirred by the Ba Mountain Mosquito suddenly shifted, a large arc of wind and dust rose, echoing with sharp feminine screams throughout the forest surrounding the mine.
Under the pursuit of the Ba Mountain Mosquito, four men and two women, with faces full of terror, emerged from the forest, along the path.
Their steps were light and elegant, every step taking them two to three meters ahead. Their strides were graceful and light, which should have been a beautiful scene.
Yet, the maddened bull behind them, along with their terrified expressions and flailing movements, ruined that layer of beauty.
They ran out of the forest, stepped onto the gravelly path of the mine, unable to maintain their previous balance, rolled down the slope excavated in the mine, dust rising as they tumbled to the bottom, in a disgraceful state.
"Moo——"
The springbok formed by the Ba Mountain Mosquito stood on the slope, lifting its forelegs, stomping heavily on the ground, lifting its head and roaring with a cow-like bellow.
The four men and two women rolled to the ground; though their bodies were disheveled, they seemed uninjured. Hearing the bull monster's roar, they hurriedly got up and began to flee again.
"Ping~"
At this moment.
A clear, delicate fox howl echoed, a crisp and pleasant young boy's voice resonated in the mine.
"Hey, my dear fellow townsmen...."
Master Fuli stood up from the weapon box, drawing out a matte green-painted rocket launcher, hoisting it onto his shoulder, tilting his head slightly, looking into the guided sight, and said:
"Do I look like a human or a god? Or perhaps, like the benevolent Fox Immortal?"
"Th-the fox spoke!?"
The four men and two women, varying in age, stopped their escape immediately when Master Fuli spoke, their bodies stiffening in place, staring at the fox carrying the rocket launcher.
Seeing this scene alone, the six fell into a complete mental breakdown.
"Squat down, answer my question."
Master Fuli slowly spoke, not addressing why the fox could talk, but repeating the previous query to them:
"I'll ask again, do I look like a human or a god? You better think carefully before answering, otherwise, the 99-style 120mm large-caliber rocket launcher in my hand is no joke."
"Even the forensic team would have to patch up the pieces, might even need colleagues to join in matching fragments."
The fugitives emerging from the forest did not match the exact numbers, yet the main criminal Zhang Ruiwen, a man looking around forty years old, accompanied by three young men in their twenties, aligned with existing intelligence.
Furthermore, their speed visibly exceeded Bolt's 100-meter sprint, clearly marking them as Spirit People.
As for the two extras.....
They might have been some wild people picked up along the way?
"Like..... like....."
The six, threatened by Master Fuli, instinctively swallowed hard, completely disregarding why a fox could talk, their faces full of terror, staring at the rocket launcher.
Exchanging anxious glances, they tried to decipher the fox's intentions, terrified to answer rashly.
Fearing that any wrong answer would send them skyward.
At this tense moment, the girl, almost in tears, pulled out her phone, her mind blank with urgency, ignoring everything else, fired up DS on her phone, and typed in the chat box: [Urgent, urgent, if I encounter a White Immortal when gathering herbs in the mountains, how should I respond?]
DS, after a brief contemplation, provided an answer, the girl looked at the most reliable reply and loudly stated:
"I see you as a Fortune God destined in the future to accumulate virtues and protect good beings."
"...."
The girl's sudden response stunned her companions, but upon reflection, her answer had no flaw, whether human-like or god-like, it was merely descriptive.
And piling on adjectives was not difficult, as long as they leaned towards goodness, kindness, saying you're like a good god or person, wouldn't that resolve things?
Whether human-like or god-like, both were traps. Answering would fall into their rhythm!
"......"
Master Fuli chuckled upon hearing that, noticing the girl operating her phone, but did not stop her, simply lowering the rocket launcher in his hand.
The six opposite sighed in relief.
But then, that Fox Immortal pulled out a book titled "University's Moral Education" from the weapon box.
The six were baffled.
"I see you all like nails! What age are we in now! Still messing with feudal superstitions!" Master Fuli jumped up, slapping the book across their faces, spiraling Spirit People until they crashed down.
"You just believe me because I said it?"
"Robbery!"
"Take out your phones, pull up your OTP codes, show me which bank cards you use for payroll!"
"Hear my command, take all loan apps and borrow a round for me to earn money!"
Master Fuli, with a sardonic smile, picked up the university moral education book, sweeping all six to the ground.
Human-like or god-like?
It didn't matter what it resembled; what mattered was that I spoke just looking for trouble.
Feudal Superstition?
I'll max out your credit card, anyway, in old age, you'll be deceived by sales, might as well give it to me, I'll donate it to the Security Bureau as funding momentarily!
