Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Chenji truly regarded the red fox with a fatherly affection.

Though fox spirits are beautiful, one must always manage expectations. Just as he never expected Changxu to come rescue him, nor did he anticipate such a large, fragrant creature to be so docile and obedient. When these two elements combined, the astonishment and disparity, exceeding all expectations, brewed an extraordinary affection.

His feelings for Little Red evolved from initially seeing it as a freeloading pet, to reluctantly caring for it, then growing fond of it for its beauty, obedience, and cleverness, and now, regardless of whether it's ugly or beautiful, it's simply his own cub.

Now that he knew most of his cats and dogs could take human form, there was no longer any surprise in it.

As for beauty… isn't it common knowledge that fox spirits are beautiful?

Chenji felt that even if Little Red were a Tibetan fox, it would still be stunning in human form, let alone such a beautiful and adorable red fox.

His Little Red was the most beautiful little fox, and he would love it no matter what form it took!

Little Red stiffly gazed at Chenji, but on its beautiful face, even stiffness conveyed a mix of three parts resentment, three parts pity, and four parts captivating charm. It couldn't understand why Chenji didn't kiss or hug it, why he didn't appreciate its beauty at all, only praising its ability to speak human language… Was that really such an amazing skill?!

It even felt that if it were to burp now, Chenji would praise it for being wonderful and amazing, and even rub its belly, asking if it had eaten too much.

Perhaps out of sheer indignation, the red fox actually let out a burp.

Chenji was momentarily stunned. The red fox instantly covered its mouth with its hand, looking somewhat alarmed and uneasy at Chenji, as if it had done something wrong. Chenji stroked its head, then rubbed its belly: "Did Little Red drink too much milk tea? I'll just rub it for you."

Red fox: "…"

Chenji's eyes curved into a smile. His five fingers pressed against its slender, well-proportioned abdomen. Even through its clothes, he could feel its taut muscles. Chenji said in a coaxing tone, "Come on, be good, change back."

With a pop, the handsome golden-eyed man transformed back into a chubby red fox.

Chenji hugged it and patted its back, looking quite pleased. He flipped the red fox over and rubbed its snowy white belly, smiling, "Just rub it for a while, and burp a couple more times, and it'll be fine…"

That way, he wouldn't feel any psychological burden when rubbing it.

The way Little Red looked just now, he felt like he was taking advantage of someone with an intellectual disability—someone who looked like an adult but had the mind of a five-year-old.

He didn't even bother to add the word "beauty" to Little Red.

After all, ltp bud house!

Under Chenji's rhythmic rubbing, Little Red burped seven or eight more times. Its limbs hung limply, displaying an expression of "life is so hard, why resist?" Chenji then pulled out a bottle of mineral water, held a straw to its mouth, and gently coaxed, "Come on, just seven sips, small sips."

Little Red obediently took the straw and drank. Sure enough, after seven sips, it stopped burping. Chenji then put it down: "Shall we go back?"

The little red fox transformed into a two-and-a-half-meter-long black fox. Fortunately, there were no surveillance cameras here, and ordinary people couldn't see Little Red's true form, otherwise, they would have been scared to death.

With just one step backward, Chenji's figure vanished without a trace, leaving only a half-drunk mineral water bottle standing alone.

A few seconds later, a black crack appeared on the wall. A slender hand reached out from thin air and took the mineral water bottle.

No littering, civility in hand.

***

"Hello?" Chenji patted Little Red, signaling it to stop. Little Red immediately halted. Deep light swayed along the white lanterns, as if wind came from somewhere, yet there was no wind.

"…Uncle Zhao, oh, oh, yes, I'm on my way home now." Chenji responded, "Going a bit fast, the signal might not be great… Yes, it's fine, I can get home safely, the road is very safe."

Chenji glanced at the hurried spirits. A gloomy ghost face stared at him. Seeing him look back, it bared its stark white teeth. Little Red immediately turned its head and snarled. The spirit instantly lowered its head and hurried away.

"Oh, which road did I take?" Chenji said without a stutter, "A small path, I can't really say what it's called. You know, I'm a local, outsiders wouldn't know."

"Professor Zhuo… I was just thinking that Professor Zhuo is old, and he fainted from fright at my place, so it's better for him to recuperate at your end. He's a national talent. My place is poor and harsh. If anything were to happen to Professor Zhuo, I would be a national sinner."

Chenji toyed with Little Red's fur in his hand: "…Besides, my place has the most snakes, insects, and rodents in the summer, and they're all venomous. Wasn't there an accident recently where a poacher unfortunately fell into a leech nest and was sucked dry… Now Professor Zhuo is weak. It's good to wait until it gets a bit colder. When the weather is good, and it's not hot on the mountain, the snakes, insects, and rodents will also be gone. Then Professor Zhuo won't be afraid to go up the mountain."

"…Mm-hmm, okay, it's settled then." Chenji said, "I'll cover Professor Zhuo's recuperation expenses. I still have that much money. It's already very kind of you to let Professor Zhuo stay and rest… Mm, okay, I won't be polite with you. Goodbye."

Chenji hung up the phone and sighed, "The signal on the Ghost Path is pretty good… I thought I wouldn't be able to get through."

A passing spirit looked at Chenji disdainfully: [If there's no signal coverage, how are we supposed to use our phones…]

With that, the person floated away.

Chenji: "…"

At Chenji's signal, Little Red started galloping again. Chenji had been lying down obediently, but hearing what the passerby said, he also took out his phone and started scrolling. Less than two minutes later, he put down his phone and continued to lie with his eyes closed—the speed was too fast, and he would get carsick if he opened his eyes.

Even a helicopter would take more than half an hour, but Little Red arrived at Xiao Qingshan in just twenty minutes, and the landing spot was particularly good—Chenji's bedroom.

This allowed Chenji to go from "getting off" to "getting into bed" in one second, greatly comforting his young, nauseous heart.

Chenji stroked Little Red's dark but still soft and shiny fur, sighing, "Little Red, it's really good to have you."

Just then, the door was kicked open by a paw. Second Grandpa Huang swaggered in, hands on his hips. Seeing Chenji lying on the bed, half-dead, he couldn't help but scorn: [Look at you, so useless!]

Chenji weakly waved at Second Grandpa. As soon as Second Grandpa jumped onto the bed, Chenji fumbled around and pulled over the milk tea, stuffing it into Second Grandpa's arms: "Second Grandpa, milk tea, two cups!"

The other cup was for himself, but he felt too nauseous now and had no appetite today.

Second Grandpa, holding the milk tea, was momentarily at a loss, then he yelled: [Unwell and still messing around, you're asking for death!]

Chenji pulled Second Grandpa into his arms and kissed his soft head several times: "Be good, I'm not feeling well, Second Grandpa, let me lie down for a bit."

Second Grandpa's fur on his head was all matted from Chenji's kisses.

Second Grandpa glared at Chenji, disdainfully brushed his fur, then extended a paw to grab Little Red. With his other paw, he hugged the milk tea tightly and dragged Little Red out: [Go, go, go! Can't you see Chenji is dizzy? I told you to pick him up, and you made him dizzy. You're really something…]

The voice faded into the distance, but Chenji lay on the bed, smiling.

So cute.

Both Second Grandpa and Little Red were adorable.

Black mist condensed into the shape of vines, coiling around his ankles and climbing up his calves. The cold, slimy sensation made Chenji frown slightly, yet he made no move to struggle. The vines climbed to his waist, gently wrapping around it, like a hand resting lightly on his waist, embracing him.

Chenji said with a mix of helplessness and joy, "You don't need to worry too much, it's just a minor symptom… I even found a very skilled doctor to examine me, and my body is fine."

"Hmm… it's just that I came back too fast, so I'm a bit dizzy."

The vines had unknowingly covered his entire bed. Chenji knew, without opening his eyes, that the entire room was probably black now, filled with these things. The vines rubbed together, emitting sounds similar to language. Chenji's head was spinning, and he couldn't hear clearly. As if sensing his condition, something drilled into his body, pushing aside his soul, bringing him to a profound state.

Even though he heard nothing, he still felt a sense of "concern" and "questioning."

Concern for his well-being, and questioning why he rushed back and made himself dizzy.

Chenji seemingly casually rubbed the vines by his pillow and sighed, "I haven't seen you for several days, so I wanted to come back quickly…"

The vines tightened around Chenji at that instant, as if to swallow him whole, but then relaxed the next second. The moment they loosened their grip, Chenji quickly turned to the side, leaned his upper body off the bed, and grabbed the trash can by the bedside, throwing up.

All the black mist solidified at that moment.

Chenji practically rolled off the bed, continuously vomiting. Tears streamed down his face in a pathetic mess, his handsome face contorted in pain, his stomach cramping, making him look utterly disheveled.

The black mist vanished completely at that instant.

Chenji thought, "Thank God it's gone."

This wasn't intentional. He was already carsick and wanted to throw up. He just needed to lie down and recover. Who would have thought that old geezer would wrap him in black mist? What kind of lunatic would press on the stomach of someone who was already about to throw up?!

Chenji smelled the half-digested milk tea and cake. His throat was full of greasy oil, reeking horribly, and he couldn't help but vomit violently again.

Could he be blamed for this?!

Who could possibly hold back from throwing up!

Those who know, know: once you start throwing up, it's never just one mouthful. You have to empty your stomach completely before it stops. After vomiting, Chenji immediately tied up the trash bag, rushed to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and then simply took a shower.

By the time he came out, the smell in the room had mostly dissipated.

The system cat looked at him with admiration: [Is this even possible?]

How did he ever think of using vomit to drive away the Mountain Lord?

So amazing.

Chenji grumbled, [Get lost!]