Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 146 - 106: Black Gloves’ Special Aiming Technique

Chapter 146: Chapter 106: Black Gloves’ Special Aiming Technique

In the pitch-black great hall.

Black Gloves crouched on all fours, its dark red eyes looking toward the distant copper pot, its tail wrapped around a stone...

Aim!

Adjust the posture!

The tail tossed upward, flinging the wrapped stone... Fox Mountain mortar, fire!

Whoosh...

The stone traced a parabolic path.

Plop!

The stone landed, several meters away from the copper pot, rolling into the distance.

"Awooo!"

"Weee!"

"Weee!"

The fellow apprentices hopped and cheered, there was an extra melon, and one fewer melon to share!

Huh?

Missed?

Black Gloves drooped its face, set down its melon, and left dejectedly.

How could it miss?

It thought it was quite good at this sort of thing.

It turned back, seeing many melons left in the circle, but not many fellow apprentices. Those who succeeded in hitting the pot would each get about two melons.

Looking to the side, many fellow apprentices hadn’t participated at all, happily munching on their own melon, which they also had one to eat.

Its eyes welled up, and it started to tear up.

Running to the master’s bedside, it found many fellow apprentices who had failed already crowding around the master, crying.

It would not cry!

It climbed onto the bed, found a spot, and nuzzled its head into the master’s embrace.

Again, it heard the munching sounds, "crunch, crunch," of fellow apprentices eating melons, smelled the sweet aroma of melons, and felt the master’s hand stroking its plump neck.

It couldn’t help but sniffle, tear up, and tremble slightly.

The melons were gone!

It was so hard to bear!

...

As one night passed, the gale continued to howl, and the dim light of dawn emerged between the mountains, illuminating the looming dark clouds overhead.

Fiery-red figures dashed out from the cafeteria, forming a torrent rushing down Fox Mountain, heading towards the herb fields or the ruins.

Black Gloves ran all the way to its post... the Ghost-faced Forest.

This was its herb field, planted with many crooked, twisted trees. On the tree bark, strange-shaped knots often grew, resembling twisted human faces, with eye sockets and mouths.

And Black Gloves’ job was to patrol the forest, looking for newly appeared ghost faces, and block these eye sockets and mouths with stones!

It looked around and spotted a new ghost face on a tree, picked up a few stones, quickly climbed up, and stuffed the stone into the ghost face’s mouth and two eye sockets.

It climbed down from the tree at high speed, thought of last night’s pot-throwing contest and melons, and felt frustrated.

Patter...

Suddenly, it heard a noise; as it turned out, it hadn’t tightly plugged the ghost face’s mouth, and the stones fell out.

Black Gloves raised its front paws, rubbed its chubby head, scratched its ears, and felt aggrieved.

What was going on these days...

Went to eat roast chicken with the master, only to get scolded by hooligans.

Competed with fellow apprentices in pot-throwing, only to lose the melons.

Now, even stuffing a stone into a ghost face was unreliable.

"Awo."

It patted its plump belly, deciding to eat more at lunch to soothe its mood.

Looking at the ghost face on the tree, the more it looked, the more it seemed like those hooligans that day? More and more like Xue Yong?

Its eyes glinted coldly, its tail coiling around the stone that had fallen to the ground, aiming at the ghost face, and swiftly flinging it, hitting it with a "whiz."

Crack!

The stone nearly flew straight, hitting precisely into the ghost face’s mouth, securely wedged!

"Awo?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Black Gloves widened its fox eyes, craned its neck, to see the stone wedged in the tree and its own tail, then burst out laughing.

"Awoooo!"

This was too cool, its unhappiness vanished without a trace!

"Weee!"

It immediately shook its head, wiggled, and danced a circle around the Ghost Face Tree.

Whoosh...

After finishing its dance, it rushed off into the distance, wanting to find more fellow apprentices in the neighboring herb field, to show off!

Whoosh...

Suddenly, it made a sharp turn and ran back, squinting at the ghost face on the tree.

"Wee?"

It suddenly recalled, just now, it had mistaken the ghost face for Xue Yong’s face, which made the stone-throwing particularly effective. Could it be... had it discovered the secret to accurate pot throwing?

The sky was gloomy, the mountain wind roared, and the Ghost-faced Forest swayed gently. The wind whistled, producing ghostly "susu" sounds among the branches and leaves.

With full suspicion, Black Gloves once more wound a stone with its tail, glancing at the ghost face on the tree...

...

Another day quickly passed.

In the grand dormitory hall, Bai Mo sat in front of the bed, fiddling with several types of mushroom-like medicinal herbs, sometimes probing with Divine Sense, sometimes referring to the classics.

Black Gloves, holding today’s snack, a Honey Fruit, squatted beside the master.

This Honey Fruit, it was its first time eating, and it had no idea how it might taste. It picked it up, poked, looked, smelled it — it seemed quite fragrant!

Suddenly, it caught a rich sweet aroma wafting from the side, its nose sniffing; only to see that White Tail had already peeled open a Honey Fruit. The moment the peel tore away, the flesh inside really started to ooze honey!

It saw White Tail lick the fruit with its tongue, "slurp slurp," thoroughly enjoying it with narrowed eyes and a curved smile widening.

Seeing Black Ears on the side also peel open a Honey Fruit, delightfully licking it.

Oh right, those two, weren’t they the ones who failed at pot throwing last night and lost their melons? Maybe that’s why they’re not daring to join in tonight’s pot-throwing contest?

Black Gloves looked up, seeing not far away, the pot-throwing competition already being organized, dozens of fellow apprentices gathered in a circle, larger than last night’s, using even smaller pots, wagering courage, dignity, and Honey Fruits, ready to host another pot-throwing contest!

Black Gloves looked at the Honey Fruit it held, and at the stones prepared underfoot... should it join the competition?