When the Tibetan fox picks up a gun, the enemy suffers.
When the rich and powerful go wild, the zombies are all dead.
When the Tibetan fox Fugui no longer concealed his identity and strength, and unleashed a fierce barrage of gunfire on the remaining nearly one hundred mutated zombie beasts, the chaotic and bloody battle among the animals finally came to an end.
From beginning to end, it took the Tibetan fox Fugui less than two minutes to kill nearly a hundred zombie beasts.
They eliminated the zombie animals with almost one shot, one kill each, swiftly and decisively.
He was so fast that the animals that had broken free from the battle couldn't react in time. Some of them were still pouncing on their fallen zombie beast opponents, howling fiercely.
However, the adult animals soon discovered that all their enemies were dead.
At this moment, all the animals and cubs in the entire valley were watching the majestic fox carrying a "powerful weapon" that only humans possess.
Wow, when did foxes become so powerful?
Is this fox so powerful because of its unusually square face and small eyes?!
Why does this fox possess such terrifying and disgusting weapons that only humans have?
Is he a good fox or a bad fox? Will he harm them?
The adult animals were wary, while the cubs were curious.
Then, under the watchful eyes of all sizes and shapes, Tibetan Fox Fugui threw away his specially made submachine gun, pulled out a bottle of light gray medicine from his armpit, and with two squeaking sounds, rushed to the antler-broken male deer that was about to begin its mutation.
The fluffy fox raised his small, square face and earnestly handed over the bottle of medicine.
"Zhizhi, take a sip, quick!"
"Brother, trust me, you won't mutate after drinking this. The ten-minute time limit is almost up! You'd better hurry!"
The stag with the broken antlers looked at the strange liquid the fox had handed it, sniffed it gently, and then tilted its head back.
The deer didn't like the taste and refused to drink it.
Why is the deer drinking strange stuff when it's about to die? Get out of the way, the deer is going to commit suicide.
So the stag gently nudged the fox aside with its hoof, preparing to continue its suicide attempt.
This made the Tibetan fox Fugui so anxious that it let out two fox cries and then leaped directly onto the back of the male deer!
He climbed up to the stag's neck using all four paws and tried to force the antidote from the bottle into the stag's mouth.
"Why won't you listen, you blockhead?! You're such a big deer, and you're still afraid of hardship! Weren't you so awesome when you broke your own antlers before?!"
"You're about to die, what are you fussing about?! Hurry up and drink this antidote for your father, do you hear me?!"
The fox angrily slapped the stag's head and mouth. Whether the stag was annoyed by the strange square-faced fox or understood what the fox was saying, it actually opened its lips and drank the antidote like it was taking medicine.
Then the Bucks prepared to continue dying.
The Tibetan fox, Fugui, wearily grabbed onto it.
"Wait, wait! Don't send yourself yet, okay? Let's see if you can survive first!"
"Although I don't know if this inhibitor works on animals, it's better to be alive than dead, right?!"
The stag didn't know why the Tibetan fox Fugui was stopping it from committing suicide, but soon it felt the weakness, pain, and irritability it was experiencing begin to subside.
Although the painful feeling still exists, it is no longer unbearable or uncontrollable.
Upon arriving here, the stag finally let out two surprised and puzzled "yoyo" sounds.
"Yo—yo?"
Seeing that the deer had finally stopped trying to kill itself, and gritted its teeth as it looked at the dozen or so injured animals over there who were also trying to commit suicide, the Tibetan fox Fugui took out the remaining three bottles of inhibitor.
These three vials of inhibitors might not be enough to save these animals, but... how could he be content without giving it a try?
The animals that had been watching this way noticed that the strange and powerful fox took out a bottle of mineral water, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then poured the three bottles of strange-tasting liquid into the mineral water. After shaking the bottle of diluted inhibitor vigorously, the fox jumped onto the stone platform and began to squeak.
"Squeak!!"
"Come and line up! Each animal will get a sip of water according to its size! Whether you survive or not depends on yourselves!"
Actually, the best approach at this time is to select three animals and administer the medicine, which can save them to the greatest extent possible.
But Gou Fugui thought that he was a greedy fox and didn't want to see another animal crash into the blood-stained stone wall.
If it can't be saved...
He would take the gun and give them a quick death.
Other species probably can't understand the calls of foxes.
But perhaps the fact that the stag didn't turn into a zombie after drinking the liquid gave the animals hope, or perhaps these animals suddenly became smart in a life-or-death situation.
The dozen or so battered adult animals actually lined up, one after another, and walked up to the fox, taking a sip of the liquid from the mineral water bottle.
Hmm. The taste wasn't very good.
But... it seems... not so bad anymore?
Then all the uninjured animals and cubs in the valley stared wide-eyed at the dozen or so bitten animals.
It was as if the animals had suddenly reached a tacit understanding; they were all waiting for a miracle.
Three minutes passed, and none of the eighteen injured animals, including the stag, went berserk or turned into zombies.
Five minutes passed, and one of the monkeys still couldn't hold on. It frantically pounded its chest and was eventually killed by Tibetan fox Fugui with a single shot.
Eight minutes passed, and the two rabbits and the doe died silently, but they did not get up again after they died.
Then, the remaining fourteen injured animals, after waiting for another ten minutes or so, neither turned into zombies nor died!
A furry little leopard cautiously walked forward and approached the cheetah among the fourteen surviving injured animals, letting out a small "howl".
I wanted to stick out my tongue and lick the wound of this big cheetah.
Then, it was gently nudged away by the cheetah's nose.
The cheetah cub, which had rolled several times on the ground, was pushed right next to the Tibetan fox, Fugui.
"Awoo?" The little leopard looked at the big cheetah with a puzzled expression.
The cheetah's dark eyes were resolute. Although it hadn't turned into a zombie and was still alive, there must still be residual mutated viruses in its wounds and body.
It will not allow the cubs to approach it, at least for the foreseeable future.
Even so, the surviving animals were content.
All fourteen animals turned to look at the square-faced fox, and then the lead stag walked up to him step by step and suddenly lowered its head.
He gently touched the fox with his head and sharp horns to express his gratitude.
"Yo~ Yo~"
Then came the remaining fourteen living animals. They came forward one by one like deer, touching foreheads to the fox.
Finally, the Tibetan fox Fugui, whose expression was indescribable, was suddenly looked at by the little leopard that rolled next to him. Then, the little leopard suddenly let out a howl and pounced on the big fox, starting to lick the fox's fur.
Since Mommy can't lick it, then lick this magical fox that Mommy approves of!
Then, the cubs in the valley began to move towards this side in a group, and in just one glance, hundreds of cubs overwhelmed the wealthy fox.
"Awoo awoo awoo!"
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
"Hmph hmph hmph~"
"twitter!"
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
"Waaaaah!"
The cubs' voices rose and fell in the valley, weak and feeble, yet full of life and joy. Each sound dispelled the heaviness and pain within the valley.
However, the wealthy fox, surrounded by its cubs, forced to have its fur licked, its lice removed, and its itch pecked, and even had its back nudged by wild boars and its neck coiled around by snakes, struggled in the furry "mountain" of cubs. Its square fox face first showed fear, then a moment of enjoyment, and finally turned into a helpless and resigned expression.
"Don't come any closer!!"
One or two fluffy little ones are cute and you want to pet them, but hundreds of them together mean you have to lick their fur, scratch their lice, and rub their itch at the same time. This is fucking baby hell!
Help! My fox is going bald!
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