Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 673 - 671: Master Fuli, You Are Truly an Auspicious Sign!

The entire nursery went into the highest state of alert because of little Ansheng's arrival.

Master Fuli looked helpless, watching the memory space around him gradually shatter. The wish list's light screen reappeared before him, and he couldn't help but scratch his head.

"In a certain sense, I might have a natural affinity with the Fox Race."

"Luckily, only I can see these..."

Master Fuli muttered to himself and opened his eyes, trembling as he raised his paw to grab an ice-cold cola, poking out his snout to take a couple of big slurps.

"But it should be soon. I still remember most of the stuff about going to elementary school. By then, even if I continue to watch childhood memories, it won't give me heart palpitations..."

By adding points to [Wisdom], one could show telekinesis like Unos at a certain level.

At a higher stage, one could even forcibly intervene in the Life Blueprint like the King of the Universe, twisting the Life Blueprint with one's own will to modify species genes.

But the foundation of it all is still [I am] still [I], just as Unos said, one needs to awaken an abstract concept called [self].

What is [self]?

Ansheng explained the concept of [self] based on his experience and understanding. Simply put, [self] is like an [anchor point] for genes.

Genes carry hereditary information. Once one's genes are polluted or invaded, or when one evolves to a certain extent, genes can affect sanity.

The foundation of the Life Blueprint is genetic information.

It's akin to the First Epoch's: mental disorders and schizophrenia.

The composition of [self], apart from the consciousness as a carrier, is the mixture of various past memories, forming the [I].

With [self], one can isolate gene-borne interferences and pollutants.

Ansheng understood this reasoning.

Yet recalling his antics during his childhood made Ansheng's hair stand on end.

Which nursery kid could think of using sanitary napkins to slay demons?

For crying out loud, zombies suck blood, they don't bleed.

What are you sticking sanitary napkins for, to help them cultivate into vampire spirits!?

"Gulp gulp..."

Recalling the persistent memory in his mind, Master Fuli's blood pressure shot up, and he hurriedly chugged the ice-cold cola to suppress the rising fire.

And the data on the wish list was updated.

[Physique: 210]

[Wisdom: 17]

[Wish Power: 0]

Judging from past experience, Ansheng felt he could awaken the [self] transformation that Unos spoke of after earning 13 more Wish Power points.

"Master Fuli...."

While Master Fuli was pondering, he heard Wang Qiqi's voice next to his ear. Sitting on the sofa in the hall, Master Fuli glanced sideways.

"Hmm? Is there something? If it's nothing urgent, I'm too lazy to move..."

Master Fuli said to Wang Qiqi.

It had been two days in the ocean of memories, yet in reality, Master Fuli had only sat on the sofa for a few minutes, resting with his eyes closed.

Soon he would have to return to the ward to sleep in the dormitory with Ah Qing and the others.

"What could happen? Our Xia Country isn't some infernal cavern; there aren't that many cases...."

Wang Qiqi rolled her eyes as she sat on the sofa, saying, "It's just that the interrogation is over. I sensed that what we just learned from the cultists needed to be reported to Master Fuli....."

"Oh?" Master Fuli responded with interest, uttering a puzzled sound.

"The blood sacrifice to the blood god..... is real." Wang Qiqi informed Master Fuli, "Those cultist hermits were not proper hermits initially. Their real jobs were actually grave robbers, active in the northwest's four provinces."

"Everything changed when they got the pottery box. The grave robbers read a consciousness from the pottery box, which instructed them to perform blood sacrifices. If they did, the pottery box would reward them with power."

"Following the subsequent blood test report, we detected fungi in the cultist's blood, and the two Spirit Beast black pigs also contained black fungi....."

"The fungi caused their spiritualization." Wang Qiqi said with a hint of helplessness, "We discovered an ancient relic. We've contacted the provincial branch next door to have them immediately conduct protective excavation at the site, but the logistics team over there said after the survey that there's no need for protection; just go for a direct, forceful excavation."

"That tomb, more than thirteen thousand years old, has already been looted countless times."

"According to Professor Wang Ya's interpretation, during the early Stone Age, the pottery box was used as a sacrificial item. The final way it was used was by performing a blood sacrifice, and then raising the box up heavily onto one's head...."

"Through the god-given items inside the box, communicating with the deities to borrow Divine Power, to conquer other tribes...."

With a shrug, Wang Qiqi didn't continue the conversation.

If they wanted to discuss further, they might need to move to a specific meeting room to talk about the [Second Epoch].

The pottery box was confirmed to belong to the Stone Age, but it contained remnants from the [Second Epoch].

Although it was said that the Dragon People's gene pool of the Second Epoch was irreversibly polluted, leading to sterility and the decline of the Dragon civilization over time,

Still!

The Dragon civilization wasn't just the Dragon People; it included fungi, existing in a mutualistic relationship.

Fungi are notoriously resilient, as can be seen from the mold on damp walls.

The Dragon People evidently didn't manage to obliterate all fungi, leaving behind remnants that influenced ancient people during the tribe era, only resting when all Spiritual Particles on Blue Star became dormant.

The pottery box is one such artifact.

The birthplace of the Dragon People was the three northeastern provinces, and as their productivity developed, they spread globally.

"Do you mean...."

"You want me to mobilize the hermit community?" Master Fuli contemplated, staring quizzically at Wang Qiqi.

The real identity of that group had been uncovered: a gang of grave robbers, yet Wang Qiqi still referred to them as cultists.

Moreover, she mentioned that the cultists were late arrivals and only managed to grab a pottery box prop.

"In the past...I truly didn't believe in the blood sacrifice cultists the hermits spoke of."

"You're human, I'm human; same essence. People eating people can't cause transformative changes, and we haven't encountered known cases......"

"But sometimes, things are just spooky." Wang Qiqi said with a wry smile and added, "The Security Bureau can control public surveillance cameras, but these events couldn't happen in broad daylight, could they?"

"Regarding the retrieval of the artifact, we probably need the thorough assistance of experienced hermits."

"You also know, when practitioners meet us, it's like they see executioners. They don't speak truthfully; they say 'yes, yes, yes' just out of courtesy. We might really need to trouble Master Fuli to speak on this matter."

"After all... You are the auspicious symbol of Xia Country!"

"Now you remember that I'm an auspicious symbol? Have you paid my seven insurances and two funds yet?"