Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 122 - 93: White Claw, Abandon the Sword!

Chen Anjing was sitting in the car compartment, hearing the frantic voices from the video conference.

"Master Turtle, is there trouble?"

The chubby driver in the front seat also furrowed his brows.

If something happens to Master Turtle, he’ll immediately feel a lot less safe!

Suddenly, Wang E’s voice came through the video conference again.

"Before Master Turtle passed out, he dipped his finger in blood and wrote the character ’zhi’. What does it mean?"

The character ’zhi’ written in blood, before passing out?

Such urgency, could it be very important?

The people in the meeting room were all furrowing their brows in deep thought.

Chen Anjing’s slender fingers gestured on the back of the seat.

"The character ’zhi’?"

"A single ’zhi’ character doesn’t have much meaning, nor is it convenient to form words.

"Since Master Turtle was about to faint, he surely would use the most concise language to leave the most important information.

"Could this ’zhi’ be a radical or part of another character?

"Master Turtle wanted to write a word but didn’t finish. He meant to write... ’escape’?"

Chen Anjing suddenly realized, immediately unmuted herself, and shouted in the video conference.

"Help me escape!"

After that, she quickly pushed open the car door, ran outside, took a cello case from the trunk, and joined the chubby driver.

She heard peculiar muffled sounds of "woosh woosh woosh" quickly approaching from the underground!

The concrete prefabricated ground shattered with a "crack"!

Amidst flying debris, a giant earthworm as thick as a water barrel poked its head out from the underground, with its drooling soft mouth quickly reaching out, swallowing Chen Anjing and the chubby driver each in one gulp, and in the muffled sounds of "woosh woosh woosh", burrowed back into the earth.

It had been on standby underground for a while, and its speed was even faster now. It took only a dozen seconds to pick up Chen Anjing and the chubby driver.

But just as it hid underground again, a missile "whooshed" from afar, hitting the car Chen Anjing had just been riding in.

Boom!

A burst of flames shot up into the sky, debris scattered everywhere.

A perfectly good car transformed into flaming, fiery garbage.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures quickly approached, standing next to the soil pit left by the giant earthworm.

One of them was Wu Qingyun.

"Have they escaped?

"Can we pursue them?"

The other two figures were experts sent from Shangjing for support.

One of them, wearing a black tracksuit, had a sturdy and muscular build, with a colorful large snake coiled around his arm. But before he could give any orders, the snake hissed, slithered down his arm, descended to the ground, and burrowed into the soil pit left by the earthworm.

A short while later, the snake returned, hissing and communicating with the Immortal Beast Master about the situation.

"Can’t be pursued.

"The snake told me this was the path left by the earthworm.

"This type of earthworm, just like its name, burrows through the earth without leaving tunnels or traces."

Wu Qingyun nodded in acknowledgment.

Her eyes and expression remained dull and apathetic in the dimly lit underground parking lot, neither showing happiness nor sadness.

The other external support sighed regretfully.

"Such a great opportunity, and she managed to escape."

...

On the other side, the video conference with the Dark World had not been disconnected yet.

Inside, Wang E’s frustrated voice rang out.

"Operations in West State City are temporarily halted!

"With Master Turtle down, not knowing when he’ll wake up, let’s not waste time in West State City.

"It’s bizarre, did that person really weave Forked Grass into a cloak and wear it?

"In the height of summer, doesn’t he find it hot? Awkward?

"Doesn’t he feel embarrassed?

"Dammit!"

...

Beside the dining table, Bai Mo finished the last bite of his small wontons.

Suddenly, his Spiritual Sense was stirred.

"Huh? Someone’s doing divination involving me?"

He opened his phone case, only to find the Forked Grass sticker on the back of his phone burned at one corner, with tiny black ash smudging the phone case, making it slightly dirty.

"This thing is actually consumable?"

The sticker isn’t large; if each time it’s involved in divination it burns this much... it probably won’t last a hundred times before it’s all gone.

"Fortunately, we planted another patch in Fox Mountain.

"In a few days, when they mature, we can harvest another two to three thousand pounds."

...

The sky above Fox Mountain was as always covered with dense clouds.

The whistling mountain wind blew through the Jade Food Tree, making the branches and leaves sway.

On the broad tree branch, Black Shoes led the way while White Gloves followed behind.

White Gloves held a pot of flowers with its front paws. It was a Fire Lotus recently transplanted from the herb field, planted in specially mixed volcanic soil. A small flower perched on the vibrant green stem. The small flower appeared rather shabby; even with ten petals combined, it wasn’t larger than a fox’s ear.

As White Gloves hurried along the tree branch, he occasionally glanced at the flower, unable to help but grumble... "Within the ’lotus’ family, there’s actually something that shabby; it’s a disgrace to the lotus family."

Not long after, they arrived at the first simulated Dantian, where the Wick Grass inserted into the tree hole was still burning with a flame. But at this moment, the flame had already grown, becoming large and bright, faintly emitting heat.

The two foxes approached, looked at the Fire Lotus, then at the flame.

According to their master, they merely needed to bring the Fire Lotus close to the flame to ignite it. But... the Fire Lotus wouldn’t get burned, right?

They carefully tilted the flower pot, bringing the Fire Lotus towards the flame...

Whoosh!

They heard the sound of the wind, and before the Fire Lotus even got close, the flame automatically bent and drilled into the Fire Lotus!

At that moment, the Wick Grass scattered as black ash.

The simulated Dantian became depleted, shriveled, as if thoroughly drained.