"Master Fuli, welcome~"
While lying on the bed, connected to the charger, the Ba Mountain Mosquito typing in Chinese on social media seemed to notice someone entering the room. It glanced over and saw Master Fuli and Lin Bingyun standing by the window.
The Ba Mountain Mosquito looked delighted, picked up its phone, and held it up in front of Master Fuli: "I'm learning Chinese, practicing sentence order and language logic, and I type really fast now."
The Ba Mountain Mosquito had never gone to school; it picked up the language by observing humans learning, understanding the names of objects, and some functional genetic information distilled from blood.
"Ba Mountain Mosquito... how long has it been cursing?"
Seeing the screen filled with its account and hundreds of dense posts, Master Fuli turned to Lin Bingyun with a bewildered expression and asked.
"Came back at 9:30 in the morning, was online by 10, and by 11:30, 'Longevity Club' and 'Life-extending Potion' became blocked words. Shortly after 1, any language containing 'Longevity' became trigger words for review."
Lin Bingyun glanced at his watch, reporting the Ba Mountain Mosquito's learning progress to Master Fuli in detail.
"Somewhat insightful..."
Master Fuli couldn't help but mock; the Ba Mountain Mosquito's posts on social media all included tags, almost tagging everyone from the Longevity Club to be cursed.
Its choice of words escalated from personal curses in the morning to warnings bordering on defamatory distance.
"But still... can't understand why its account hasn't been banned."
"However!"
"The Ba Mountain Mosquito shows a learning spirit. Later, I'll catch two Spirit Beasts for you. Suck on them hard!"
Master Fuli smiled joyfully, raised a paw, and patted the Ba Mountain Mosquito's knee, highly praising its approach of combining learning with practical application.
A true scholar curses logically!
"I will suck hard..." The Ba Mountain Mosquito beamed, thanking Master Fuli for the encouragement: "I will read good books!"
Though frozen blood plasma is tasty, and beef and seafood are decent in protein content.
But they can't compare to the blood of Spirit Beasts and the delight of a Spirit Particle Potion.
"Yes! When you're free, play with your phone more, stir up some trouble on Little Blue Bird, practice typing." Master Fuli exclaimed with a look of amazement.
Managing to type for half a day, it was absurd how its social media account still existed.
Even more absurd was how when the Ba Mountain Mosquito started, people who had followed Master Fuli's account joined in.
In a certain sense.
Old Lin's influence was truly immense, forcing a multinational group to self-emasculate, yet not banning his account.
......
"A cola with whiskey ice, thanks."
After browsing through everything on social media, Master Fuli returned to the sofa, stretched out, ready to open his phone and watch Ah Qing's live stream for a bit.
But before he could even open the app, he heard a series of "baa baa" sounds coming from outside the door.
"Hmm? They're here so soon?" Master Fuli was momentarily taken aback: "Housekeeper Lin, could you open the door? The Security Bureau's Daolang Goat and Tang Lian are here."
Hearing this, Lin Bingyun got off the tour bus to greet the people from the Security Bureau outside.
The Daolang Goat looked strange, rushing onto the bus first, finding Master Fuli lounging on a chair with a drink.
Tang Lian boarded holding a Black-skinned Rabbit, followed by a middle-aged man wiping off sweat with a handkerchief.
In early October, the temperature in the Northern nights dipped to around ten degrees, possibly falling to single digits by early morning; it wasn't hot.
Yet the middle-aged man following Tang Lian was indeed sweating bullets, with his shirt collar and tie undone, and a nervous look still on his face.
"And this is..."
Seeing a stranger, Master Fuli hesitated, voicing a question to Tang Lian.
"This is Tang Hongyu, the young owner of the Spring Mountain Grassland Area, or rather, its actual manager at present. We come from the same town and usually just call him Uncle Hongyu." Tang Lian introduced the middle-aged man to Master Fuli.
Since Master Fuli wanted to borrow something from the Spring Mountain Grassland, Tang Lian thought about it and decided to bring the actual manager along.
"Ah, no, no, that's not right!"
"Just call me Little Yu." Tang Hongyu wiped sweat from his forehead, saying, "Tang told me about the whole thing; it's a great idea!"
"Could it be... the district chief called you?" noticing Tang Hongyu's unnatural expression, Master Fuli asked him with a peculiar face, "If so, no need to worry; we're just borrowing your sound system for a bit."
"No, no, the call was from the city." Tang Hongyu said, looking rather amused yet exasperated.
Master Fuli: "......"
City level, apparently higher than district level?
"This matter is very important; they have instructed Tang to provide the utmost assistance." Tang Hongyu said to Master Fuli, "This concerns Potou's stability and prosperity, and suddenly bearing this responsibility, I'm really anxious..."
The information Tang Hongyu received over the phone exaggerated the actual situation to a degree.
But during Xia Country's National Day holiday—a critical period for the tourism economy all year round—Potou City encountered disturbances with the unearthing of Outer relics, with various forces demonstrating splendid techniques outside town in intense conflict.
Originally, this had nothing to do with Potou, but some forces didn't dare to directly challenge the Security Bureau, choosing instead to target Potou City, seeking to harness forces against one another.
During National Day, with huge crowds coming and going.
Tossing a firecracker into the crowd, creating panic, or triggering one or two stampedes would already keep the Security Bureau and local authorities busy day and night for a few days.
Potou had been developing its tourism economy, working for years on end. Conversations were held with heads of each scenic area, convincing them of the benefits of not slacking and laying out future development plans, weighing pros and cons one by one.
This was a key period for publicity and building a reputation.
Master Fuli's plan to call upon animals and Spirit Beasts from the grassland to assist was undoubtedly a good thing.
It equated to layering an additional filter over the original defense, thereby adding more room for error mitigation.
"If not for the barrier at the border, the higher-ups probably would hope to mobilize an iron flood, razing it through and staging a public execution show for long-distance travelers."
Tang Hongyu explained the whole situation, also revealing his reasons for being tense.
Potou was famous for producing tanks.
The tanks were there, on display.
Now all that was missing were the bandits.
But as to who these bandits might be—it's hard to say, potentially even elements seeking or causing chaos.
"Rest assured, I've got my discretion; just give a heads-up to the lead singer, and allow me a couple of minutes with the microphone when I go on stage," Ansheng confidently declared.
Upon hearing this, Tang Hongyu quickly set this process in motion, dialing the concert organizer, instructing them to communicate immediately with the lead singer via the earpiece.
Master Fuli, meanwhile, geared up, looking over at the Daolang Goat, cigarette between its lips.
"Huh?" the Daolang Goat was puzzled, asking, "Master Fuli, what's your reason for looking at me now..."
"Don't you think it would look utterly awkward if Ansheng went on stage alone?"
"Umm...."
Moments later.
The Black-skinned Rabbit took the lead, with the Daolang Goat carrying Master Fuli for a sheep charge.
The three Spirit Beasts had a purpose and a target, detouring the concert's audience to run backstage and onto the stage.
The guitar player doubling as lead singer, seeing the fox, goat, and rabbit unabatedly make it onto the stage, had an inkling of what was going on, deliberately moving slightly away from the microphone.
"Woo woo~ woo woo woo!"
The foxes' sharp cries, carried through the microphone, reverberated across the grassland and surrounding towns.
"?"
The Tibetan fox, who had been skulking low, paused with surprise, raising its head towards the Spring Mountain Grassland with a question mark floating above.
Whoa!
Can our Fox Race really be this brazen?
One fox challenging an entire grassland.