Chapter 70 Part 2
The chubby fox peeked out the window, still comfortably nestled in the ripped blanket, licking its paws, not intending to help.
It was just a delicate little fox, how could it interfere in other people’s affairs? It hadn’t even eaten a single grain of rice in this house.
And black bears had a varied diet, including foxes.
“Everyone, inside, now!” Zhang Da Yong’s wife shouted, herding the terrified villagers towards the house, the bear roaring behind them.
Zhang Da Yong felt a chill, someone would die tonight, especially that injured villager, his movements slow due to the pain.
Netizens thought the live stream would be shut down soon, blood and violence, too graphic.
Wu Heng’s voice suddenly boomed from the phone. “Zhang Da Yong, scratch the bear with your nails!”
Zhang Da Yong, startled, seemed to hear frantic barking, but they didn’t have a dog, he must be hallucinating.
In that split second of hesitation, the bear, enraged by the smell of blood, lunged at him, its weight pinning him to the ground, its foul breath hot on his face, he almost vomited.
Driven by his survival instinct, Zhang Da Yong flailed wildly, his right hand, with its four long red nails, slashing at the bear.
The sharp nails easily pierced its thick fur, leaving deep gashes.
Zhang Da Yong scrambled to his feet, seeing clumps of fur stuck to his nails.
The bear, surprised that a small human could injure it, roared furiously and charged at him again.
Adrenaline pumping through him, his face flushed, Zhang Da Yong remembered Wu Heng’s words. It was do or die! He swung his clawed hand, slashing at the bear.
Blood seeped through the bear’s fur, coating his red nails, an eerie sight.
The netizens watching the live stream were stunned, a man fighting a bear barehanded, deep gashes appearing on the bear!
[Holy crap! Even TV dramas wouldn’t dare show this! He’s so badass.]
[This uncle looked so harmless, so fierce now! They should cast him as Wu Song (a folk hero who killed a tiger with his bare hands)!]
[It’s the nails… normal human nails couldn’t pierce a bear’s fur.]
[I called the police, hopefully they’ll arrive soon!]
Zhang Da Yong, his courage growing, aimed for the bear’s neck and chest, blood spurting with each swipe.
The two-meter tall bear was covered in blood, not a single unscathed spot on its body.
With a final roar, the bear stumbled away, crashing into the metal gate, leaving a huge dent, before disappearing.
Zhang Da Yong rushed to the gate, locked it, then collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
“Da Yong!” His wife, seeing that the danger was gone, rushed out, her eyes filled with worry.
Zhang Da Yong, still in shock, couldn’t speak.
Minutes later, the police, patrolling nearby, arrived at his house, seeing the damaged gate. They knocked.
They opened the door to a scene of chaos, one villager injured, wailing, the wound thankfully not fatal, and the homeowner, covered in blood.
Their hearts sank, he seemed… dead…
Then Zhang Da Yong stood up, dusting himself off, his voice strong, albeit slightly shaky, “Officer, I… I scratched a bear until it bled… Will I go to jail? Will this affect my children’s future?”
His children at school would probably rush home now.
The police officers: “?”
Huh?
He scratched a bear until it bled? Wasn’t the subject… wrong?
Zhang Da Yong, touching the blood on his body, clarified, “That’s the bear’s blood, not mine.”
Seriously?
The officers looked at their guns, then at his long red nails, lost in thought.
There were stories of people bravely fighting off bears, usually armed with weapons, but never with their bare hands and nails.
The officer in charge, seeing his worry, reassured him, “Human life is paramount. You acted in self-defense. Don’t worry, we’ve sent out police dogs to track the injured bear.”
A bear that attacked humans had to be dealt with.
Zhang Da Yong, relieved, went to check on the injured villager.
The ambulance was on its way. There were no doctors present, they could only ask Wu Heng for help.
Wu Heng looked at the villager through the live stream. “Not life-threatening, a couple of weeks’ rest after treatment.”
Zhang Da Yong wiped the blood off with a warm towel. His body wasn’t injured, just some bruises.
[Uncle Zhang, badass! Taking down a bear with his bare hands. Who knew he was so fierce.]
[Su Da Yi: So, do you still hate my nails now?!]
[Dude, you should kowtow to that fox.]
[Did the Fox Immortal know he would be in danger and give him those nails as weapons? Foxes are truly amazing.]
Zhang Da Yong looked at his red nails, his mind racing.
He didn’t have superpowers, those nails, initially a curse, an illness, had saved his life.
He had just learned from Wu Heng that the fox had given him the nails, he and his wife entered the house.
The white fox was comfortably nestled in the remains of the blanket, leisurely licking its fur, its chin raised slightly, glancing at them smugly.
Hmph, still think her manicure is ugly now? Still calling her a demon? She’s a lifesaver!
The couple immediately knelt, kowtowing three times to the white fox.
Su Da Yi, not bothering to move, accepted their gratitude with pride.
After the injured villager was taken away, they hurried to prepare offerings for their savior: fruits, vegetables, meat, even pastries and candies, piling them before her.
Wu Heng, seeing this, suggested KFC for the children, who had just returned.
Su Da Yi scoffed, turning its head away, it didn’t eat human food, it was trying to lose weight.
Da Bai, its face almost touching the phone screen, so much delicious food, and she wasn’t even tempted?! It would have devoured everything! Such a phony!
Wu Heng said, “It gets fat even from drinking water, it’s on a diet.”
Incense and candles replenished spiritual energy, but human food was more satisfying, though fattening.
Zhang Da Yong, following Wu Heng’s instructions, clumsily built a small pyramid of incense and candles, lighting it with a piece of burning joss paper.
The white fox sniffed the smoke and started absorbing the energy, although of poor quality, at least it was filling. It wouldn’t get fat from this.
Zhang Da Yong carefully arranged the nails he had clipped, then he and his wife sat on small stools, looking up at the fox spirit on their bed,
“Great Fox Immortal, we don’t remember ever helping you,” he said.
They didn’t even have any pets, could this be a mistake?
As he finished, he received a private message from Chengde Medical Clinic, a complex chant.
After reciting it silently, he heard a seductive voice, ‘You never helped me, and this wasn’t repayment for a favor.’
The fox’s mouth hadn’t moved! What was that?!
Zhang Da Yong looked at Wu Heng on the screen, who was calmly taking a sip of water, smiling faintly.
Was it because of the chant Wu Heng sent him?
He and his wife, snapping out of their shock, looked at the fox, confused.
Not a favor? Then… charity?
Even philanthropists were secretly buying lives, could a fox spirit be genuinely altruistic?
Su Da Yi, still absorbing the energy from the incense, frowning slightly, said casually, ‘It was a favor for a friend.’
This tasted like cardboard, barely any flavor, like human compressed biscuits.
A friend?
Zhang Da Yong and his wife were even more confused, looking at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng explained, “A friend from… her past.”
Zhang Da Yong’s heart sank. This fox spirit probably had the wrong person, they didn’t have any pets.
Just as he was worrying, he heard the front door open.
His children, a son in high school and a daughter in junior high, rushed in, still in their school uniforms, carrying a plastic bag.
Su Da Yi, its gaze fixed on the KFC logo, kicked the burning incense aside and pounced on the bag, ripping it open with its claws.
A box of fried chicken fell out, and Su Da Yi, its eyes gleaming, devoured it.
Zhang Da Yong looked at Wu Heng, bewildered. Wasn’t it on a diet?
Su Da Yi, looking up, its mouth full, retorted matter-of-factly, ‘I’m helping this chicken lose weight!’
