Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 628 - 626: Fellow Villagers, Don’t Be Afraid—We Believe in Science

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"Master! I think I got into trouble..."

At a corner of Zhongnan Mountain, south of Qinling, a girl about seventeen or eighteen suddenly widened her eyes, staring at the location sharing invitations that kept popping up on her chat app, and immediately panicked, shouting towards the back.

"You foul-mouthed girl, did you scare away the customers who came to buy thunderstruck wood accessories again?"

Squatting on a chair, holding jumper cables from a repair shop, the old Taoist heard it, looked towards the hall, glanced at his granddaughter, and cursed.

While speaking, the old Taoist directly pressed the jumper cable onto the wood soaked in a conductive solution, and immediately wisps of blue smoke rose from the wood, appearing as if it was scorched by thunder fire.

"Uh... It might be even more severe?" Gao Qiaoyu asked awkwardly:

"Do you know Master Yang from Medicine King Palace of Medicine King Mountain? Are you on good terms?"

Squatting on a bench, mass-producing thunderstruck wood, the old Taoist threw the wood in his hand, heard her words, was taken aback, and looked at his granddaughter: "Master Yang? Yang Bowen... why are you asking about that chatterbox?"

"Good terms my foot! Every day he boasts about having read a few books, rambling on that martial artists are bound to get injured, going in circles to trick me into buying their injury medicine."

The old Taoist's impression of Yang Bowen is that the guy is always talking nonsense, claiming martial artists need to cultivate their characters, should avoid hitting the abdomen, or they'll kill someone.

Then saying the neck can't be touched, as it's prone to cause high paraplegia, and artificial bones are expensive.

Isn't this nonsense? Does an old guy like me have nothing better to do than find someone to beat up for fun?

When it really gets down to it, no one cares about this stuff.

"Back in the day when Hua Shan LaoDeng invited us for a feast, we added each other on the chat app, but didn't chat much, is it that chatterbox who sent me a message?" the old Taoist inquired.

"Oh...."

Gao Qiaoyu nodded, saying: "Then... do they have many closed-door disciples at Medicine King Palace?"

"Seems like there are seven or eight? Just this past New Year I was listening to him brag about taking on another one." The old Taoist gradually felt something was amiss, put down his work, and looked puzzled at Gao Qiaoyu, asking:

"Why are you acting so weird, just say what's the matter."

"I just roasted him on the chat app, and now Medicine King Palace is here for revenge..." Gao Qiaoyu said awkwardly: "Should we lay low for a while?"

"Counting Mountain Viewing Pavilion grandfather and granddaughter, plus the cooking senior and junior brothers, there's just around seven or eight of us, but Medicine King Palace seems to have a strong force..."

"?" The old Taoist expressed a puzzled look, quickly snatched the phone from his granddaughter's hand.

The old Taoist runs an online shop, mainly selling some thunderstruck wood crafts. His chat app is a customer service number, but he personally dislikes chit-chat.

So, usually he lets his apprentices manage the phone, or during holiday leaves it to his granddaughter to look after.

Under Gao Qiaoyu's direction, the old Taoist saw the group chat pulled by Medicine King Palace.

And saw the photos sent by Master Fuli, Master Fuli stated the Security Bureau was handling it, tonight missiles and gunfire swept through the forest, just "wiped out" Medicine King Palace, wild friends of Qinling should be cautious, machine guns have no eyes.

After a bunch of 1111s, the old Taoist then saw the bold message sent by his granddaughter.

Mountain Viewing Pavilion - The Eminent [Whose child is sneaking to play with their phone during the National Day holiday, return your phone to an adult, do you know who these people in the group are? Stop fooling around.]

Then, somehow a fool popped out agreeing with Gao Qiaoyu's words.

For some elderly people, smartphones aren't conveniences in life, but things with high learning costs that easily scare with advertisement pop-ups.

Every day red pop-ups emerge saying the phone is about to explode, killing themselves.....

As far as the old Taoist knows, quite a few elder folks handed their phones over to juniors to manage.

"Damn! Imperial Guards!"

"No, no, gotta quickly hide those account books, is it easy for me, an old Taoist, doing some small business?"

The old Taoist seemed frightened, as if shocked, threw the phone and rushed into the hall.

"....Imperial Guards?" Gao Qiaoyu froze, looking puzzled at her roof-hopping grandfather.

Security Bureau..... does our country have such a thing? Usually isn't it the National Security Department?

But before the old Taoist could explain what the Security Bureau is to Gao Qiaoyu.

A roar of "da-da-da" sounded from the horizon, and a white dot kept enlarging.

"Damn?!"

Gao Qiaoyu was slack-jawed, stiffened up, watching her sneaky grandfather: "Are there really Imperial Guards?"

"Armed helicopter?" The old Taoist was dumbfounded but remained relatively calm, not overly worried.

The Security Bureau is known for external affairs, not internal, mouthing off a bit isn't enough to warrant a missile attack.

Under the stunned gaze of grandfather and granddaughter, the helicopter landed on the viewing platform outside the mountain gate, the two senior brothers cooking dinner inside looked bewildered, turned to their master, and asked:

"Master... someone's here to give you another award?"

"Nonsense, add an egg to my noodle!" The old Taoist rolled his eyes.

Gao Qiaoyu stealthily moved, light-footed, hiding behind her grandfather and peeking out.

The cabin door opened.

A woman appeared before everyone, the girl stretched her arms straight forward, a fluffy white fox standing upright on her arms, beside her a lady with gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a tuxedo, carrying a rectangular case, raising a hand, shielding from the helicopter rotor wind.

"Who just called me a little kid?"

"Stand up!"

Master Fuli's gaze sharply directed at the guilty-faced, hiding girl behind the old Taoist.

"?!"

Master Fuli spoke, and that childish voice matched perfectly with the voice message on the chat app, the eyes of the eminent person and Gao Qiaoyu widened, wearing a "seeing a ghost" expression.

"Uh-buh-buh-buh....."

Gao Qiaoyu tugged her grandfather's clothing, raised a hand, pointed at the speaking Xian'Er, then pointed at herself, unable to articulate due to nervousness, only uttering a strange whimper. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Hmph!"

Master Fuli snorted coldly, raised a hand, pointed at Gao Qiaoyu, and laughed: "You're not wrong! Master Fuli's age is indeed not big..."

"So why aren't you getting me a cold Coke!"

Master Fuli glared, Gao Qiaoyu shivered all over, hurriedly ran into the house, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of Sprite, and tremblingly handed it over.

"....Coke"

Seeing Gao Qiaoyu's quail-like appearance, Master Fuli chuckled internally, took a sip of Sprite, and said:

"Since Master Fuli has drunk your Sprite, I won't bother with things, but you'd better copy 'Thank you, Master' a thousand times, or else reimburse all the round-trip helicopter fuel costs!"

Gao Qiaoyu nodded repeatedly like a pecking chick, maintaining a bewildered expression throughout, her mind going off like a nuclear explosion.

Master Fuli pointed forward, and Ba Mountain Mosquito carried Master Fuli towards the hall.

Lin Bingyun carried bathing essentials and followed behind.

Bringing bathing essentials is not unusual, Master Fuli always bathes before returning home, being a meticulous housekeeper, Lin Bingyun considers all possibilities.

Though it's not clear why the time to return home hasn't arrived yet, Master Fuli opted to bathe, but judging from his delighted expression, he's evidently pleased.

"Folks, don't be afraid....."

"What you're facing now isn't mysticism or fantasy cultivation, but science!" Monkey King hopped down, grabbed the old Taoist's hand, ready to elucidate the situation.

The Master and Gao Qiaoyu looked utterly confused, watching Monkey King jump down, then glanced towards Yang Bowen on the helicopter.

Everyone exchanged glances, left speechless.