As long as I catch it off guard, the Fox Spirit will definitely die.
"But Zhang Chen... will I accidentally harm Zhang Chen?" Zhang Chen hesitated slightly, but then shook his head: "Brother Zhang Chen, you can’t blame me for this, if anything, you can only blame that Fox Spirit. Besides, the Fox Spirit always chooses to cook when Zhang Chen is not at home, so it shouldn’t accidentally hurt Zhang Chen, right?"
Then Zhang Chen carefully extracted all the moisture from the eight wooden logs to ensure they would burn as quickly as possible, preferably exploding simultaneously.
He also covered the logs with some yellow mud to make them look old and unnoticeable.
"First, have a full meal, then go settle scores with that Fox Spirit. Since I’m planning to blow up the Fox Spirit, I must control the amount of firewood used in the house, ensuring that the next time the Fox Spirit comes to fetch firewood, they will take these eight logs." At the same time, Zhang Chen felt a trace of concern: "Moreover, I need to ensure the Fox Spirit burns the logs while cooking lunch. If the Fox Spirit decides to have a snack while resting at night, just a wall away from me, facing high explosives, neither of us would survive."
"From now on, I must carefully calculate the usage of firewood, both in my house and the house next door," Zhang Chen muttered to himself. After going through everything in his mind and finding no obvious flaws, he happily set out to hunt Sika Deer in the deep mountains and forests.
Not only did he need to eat, but his stepmother and her family were waiting too!
Hunting Sika Deer wasn’t difficult; the challenge was traversing the area. The mountains here were vast and undulating, with some parts covered in dense, untouched forests, making passage extremely difficult.
Then, the scene from yesterday replayed. Accompanied by the thunderous scattering of the Sika Deer herd, Zhang Chen directly fell upon an unfortunate Sika Deer, his palms revealing two terrifying, menacing mouths that pierced the deer’s neck. Within thirty breaths, the deer’s blood was drained by Zhang Chen, leaving the deer lifeless and motionless on the ground.
Having drained the Sika Deer’s blood, Zhang Chen felt invigorated and full of energy, as if pumped with adrenaline, his body brimming with power.
He then carried the deer into the forest to a secluded spot, where Zhang Chen began to gut and dissect the carcass.
Today, he didn’t drain the deer’s moisture because he had thought of an even better and faster way to kill the Fox Spirit. Wasn’t the Fox Spirit fond of Sika Deer meat? Bringing fresh deer meat home would tempt the Fox Spirit, who would surely stew the bones today. Stewing requires a lot of firewood, and the little firewood in the Fox Spirit’s home wouldn’t suffice to cook a meal, let alone stew the bones.
When there’s no firewood, what will the Fox Spirit do? Fetch some from elsewhere? The Fox Spirit would most likely move their kindling first.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chen was in high spirits. He lit a bonfire in the mountains, roasted a deer leg until it was dripping with oil, and carefully chopped the deer’s bones and meat. He wasn’t worried about the Fox Spirit getting tired; he just thought that if the Fox Spirit lit the stove and then went outside to handle the deer meat, what if the explosion occurred when the Fox Spirit wasn’t in the blast center?
Once all the deer meat was cut, Zhang Chen carried the fresh deer meat down the mountain, heading straight to the cave where he had securely tied the carefully prepared logs with a rope, then cautiously carried them along the path down the mountain.
"Perhaps I’m finally going to rid myself of the Fox Spirit’s oppression, and with my Golden Finger, a new life awaits me," he mused joyfully.
"I refuse to believe it. There’s never been an explosive in this world; the Fox Spirit can’t be prepared. If she is prepared, I’ll admit defeat!" Zhang Chen said happily.
Just thinking about the Sika Deer meat in his basket made Zhang Chen a bit resentful. Even in this world, Sika Deer meat was a delicacy reserved for the tables of the rich and powerful, an extremely important dish.
Carrying the firewood, Zhang Chen cursed under his breath: "Damn Fox Spirit, this Sika Deer meat is yours for the taking, consider it your last lunch!"
Halfway through his journey, Zhang Chen paused, deliberated for a moment, then drew water from the ground, mixed in some sand and mud, and casually smeared it on his face and body, making himself look dirty and unrecognizable, before carrying the eight logs back home, covered in filth.
To conceal his micro-expressions and not reveal his subtle emotions, Zhang Chen deliberately smeared some mud on his face. Human expressions are uncontrollable, and the Fox Spirit is no fool; if she catches any hint from his face, wouldn’t that spell trouble?
Having decided to act, everything must be perfect, leaving no trace of evidence behind, giving the Fox Spirit no chance to see through his plan.