In the end, the wealthy fox struggled to crawl out from the fluffy hill of cubs.
But the price he paid was turning from a furry fox into a wet fox.
Furthermore, there were small bald patches in the middle of his left and right ears and at the tip of his tail. Perhaps some careless cub had over-licked his fur, picked off fleas, pecked at insects, or rubbed his skin, causing these bald spots.
Fugui, the Tibetan fox, crawled out of the pile of cubs with a look of utter despair, still glad that he had run fast. He figured if he had been a few minutes slower, he would probably have bald patches all over his body.
But even that is enough to break the heart of a wealthy woman who is confident in her looks.
I wonder if his ears will be bald when he turns back into human form?
When it's in human form, it doesn't have a tail, so its butt should probably be fine.
Thinking of this, the Tibetan fox Fugui, beloved by all the cubs, became even more worried.
But he soon had no time to worry about himself—
He saw the adult animals that had finished fighting cleaning their fur and claws, most of them rolling around on the ground to get their blood and dirt on them, or trying to rub the blood and dirt onto the trees.
This massive act of rubbing the ground and trees together is truly an eyesore.
But at this point, the animals also know that they cannot lick their blood-stained fur with their tongues, and they cannot pat or beat themselves like humans. If they cannot clean the dirt on their bodies in time, they are not only prone to parasites, but they are also prone to mutations without their knowledge.
"Yo~ yo!"
The stag with broken antlers suddenly let out a few calls.
Then Gou Fugui saw the adult animals that were rolling around, rubbing against the ground, trees, and their companions suddenly stop. After that, dozens of adult animals with bloodstains and dirt on their bodies gathered together, while the adult animals with intact fur led their cubs into the valley.
Clearly, the adult animals were heading somewhere. And at that moment, they were all looking towards the Tibetan fox, Fugui.
Tibetan fox Fugui thought for a moment. Although he was very careful when fighting, he did not let his fur get stained with blood.
But the claws and toes still attacked with fists and feet.
Most importantly, his body hair is all wet right now, so if it's a group bath, then going together isn't out of the question.
His main task was to determine whether the water where the animals bathed was running or stagnant.
If it's flowing water, you must pay attention to the location of the upstream and downstream sections.
Sure enough, the stag brought the injured animals to bathe. About fifteen minutes south of the valley, you can see a stream about three meters wide.
The water in the stream was very clear, but Fugui the Tibetan fox still checked the water before all the other animals went in.
What reassured him somewhat was that there were still lively fish and shrimp in the stream. They didn't seem to be zombie-like fish and shrimp.
But if this group of animals were to bathe in the river as a whole, it's uncertain whether the fish and shrimp in the stream would survive.
After thinking for a minute, Zanghu Fugui decided not to take the risk.
Water is so important to this forest, so let's avoid polluting it if possible.
So the Tibetan fox Fugui started digging in the soil.
He stopped the animals from going into the water, thinking it would upset them.
But as soon as he dug a small hole, a wild boar and three injured monkeys seemed to understand his meaning and began to dig a hole with him by the river.
Soon, other animals joined in.
With dozens of animals digging together, the pit became deep, large, and round. It was big enough to fit at least a dozen animals at once before the Tibetan fox, Fugui, stopped digging.
However, he quickly began digging from the edge of the stream to divert the water into the large pit.
"Squeak! Line up and take a bath according to the severity of your injuries! Remember to rub and scrub each other! And don't drink your own bathwater!!"
Regardless of whether the animals could understand or not, Fugui the Tibetan fox was the first to jump in, and then washed and scrubbed himself at the water inlet by the pit.
Immediately, rabbits, foxes, and monkeys jumped into the pit one after another.
Then the monkey, whose hands couldn't stay idle, automatically became a scrubber, washing and scrubbing the animals in the pit.
Fugui, the Tibetan fox who had saved the lives of more than a dozen of the most seriously injured animals, was warmly received and was massaged from head to toe by three large monkeys.
"Damn it! Get away from me!! Don't scrub my pubic hair!! I don't need a bathhouse attendant, okay?!"
"Aaaaaah, don't touch me!"
Finally, the Tibetan fox Fugui crawled out in a sorry state. The three large monkeys cried out in regret a few times, then turned their attention to the other animals that had jumped back into the pit.
Half an hour later.
The animals, having washed themselves clean, returned to the valley in high spirits.
And then it started a series of increasingly intense, washing machine-like hair-spinning sessions, which even made the Tibetan fox, Fugui, unable to resist joining in the hair-spinning several times. While spinning, it was also feeling frustrated that it was gradually becoming more like an animal.
However, as he left, he looked at the stagnant pool of sewage, which was only two or three meters away from the stream, and fell silent for a moment.
Even if he didn't let the animals go directly into the water, can the sewage flowing into the soil completely purify the deadly filth that people and animals depend on for survival?
Twenty-one days have passed since the disaster began, and people and animals have died almost every day during those twenty-one days.
The bodies of the dead people and animals were exposed to the heavens and earth, their blood flowing from their bodies into the earth and the air.
While the dead may no longer bring visible disasters, what about the unseen, tiny ones?
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Will these unseen, tiny things... erupt? If so, what will they bring?
Gou Fugui dared not think too deeply about it.
Because if you think about it too deeply, it might be an endless apocalypse.
The wealthy fox slapped its face hard with both paws, "Don't be discouraged! Stand up! Be positive!"
If we can create an antidote for the liquid gold, all problems will be solved, and the apocalypse will not come!
So on their way back, the injured adult animals saw that the strange, square-faced fox had started flirting with other animals.
The fox sniffed around here and there, occasionally picking a flower or two and putting it under its armpit. It was just... well, very idle.
Foxes mostly eat meat, so why is this fox plucking grass and picking flowers? Is it going to give them to its sweetheart fox?
These dozens of injured adult animals, who had inexplicably become much smarter, suddenly understood.
Yes, that fox's face is too square.
If I don't find some pretty flowers and plants for my beloved fox, I'm afraid I'll never find a female fox to have cubs for him.
So, Fugui, the Tibetan fox who was searching for a possible antidote for the golden flower, suddenly noticed that the animals around him were starting to act strangely.
One minute the big monkey threw two flowers at his head, the next the rabbit brought him three particularly green blades of grass, and the worst was the wild boar that didn't know its own strength when it bit, which actually pulled a round thing out of the ground that looked like a sweet potato and almost hit him on the head!
Fugui the Tibetan fox glared angrily at these animals: "Damn it! Stop throwing things away! I'm busy pulling weeds and picking flowers, okay?!"
But when he met the animals' gentle, unfriendly eyes, he couldn't utter a word.
They meant no harm.
Even more remarkably, Gou Fugui could see the pure and beautiful hearts of the animals in those eyes of different colors and sizes.
"……never mind."
Dad can just put it in a bag!
So when they returned to the valley, Fugui the Tibetan fox openly dragged a large woven bag full of weeds, leaves, flowers, and fruits that the animals along the way had given him.
Believe it or not, there's more than half a bag of it.
However, after returning home, he gave away most of the contents of that bag.
The cubs are still hungry.
The rabbit ate grass, the bird ate insects and grass seeds, and the little wild boar chewed up the sweet potatoes, so there wasn't much left for him.
However, the carnivorous cubs are the more difficult ones.
Now there are fewer and fewer uninfected animals in the forest, and the cubs and adult animals gathered in the valleys do not attack each other by default.
That makes it very difficult for adult carnivores to hunt.
While they were taking a bath, adult cheetahs, tigers, foxes, and lone wolves went hunting. But in the end, only the fox brought back three wild mice.
There are about three hundred cubs here, and a third of them are carnivorous. There are only three wild mice, how can that be enough to eat?
Seeing that the other little rabbits, deer, birds, and pigs were all able to fill their stomachs, but the little leopards, tigers, wolves, and even foxes were howling and whimpering from hunger, Fugui, the Tibetan fox, felt inexplicably sad and distressed.
If there's no food, even if the cubs aren't infected by zombies now, how long can they survive in the future?
Just as Tibetan fox Fugui was wondering whether he should take some canned meat out of his pocket for these furry carnivorous little cubs, he heard the sound of bushes and leaves rustling in his ears.
The fox and deer on guard raised their heads, and the monkeys in the trees chirped excitedly.
The next second, Gou Fugui saw the half-zombie wolf king emerge from the bushes.
And behind it, the silent and wounded army of animals.
When they left, the animal army numbered at least three or four hundred, but it seems that less than half of them have returned.
Gou Fugui noticed that the striped tiger was no longer in the group.
He lowered his eyes. That tiger was too big and too threatening; unless it hid in the herd and didn't move forward, it would definitely be the first one attacked by humans.
However, the giant wild boar was still alive.
However, this huge boar leader had been hit by at least dozens of bullets, and even with its extraordinary talent and thick skin, it seemed that it had reached its limit to be able to follow the group back.
Gou Fugui didn't even understand how it had managed to hold on until now.
But soon, he understood.
After the giant boar leader collapsed, another injured boar, only slightly smaller than the leader, silently stepped forward and nudged the leader with its snout. They seemed to be exchanging information before the boar leader finally breathed its last.
Just after the wild boar leader breathed his last, the half-zombie wolf king let out a low growl.
A dozen or so healthy, adult carnivorous animals, untouched by any viruses or contamination, came over.
Then, they began to tear apart the huge wild boar's carcass.
In an instant, Gou Fugui felt as if his heart had been struck by a boulder.
He watched as the dozen or so healthy leopards, foxes, wolves, and tigers tore off pieces of clean flesh and blood, dragging them to their cubs.
Therefore, the wild boar leader forced himself to return, covered in wounds, so that he could become a mountain of meat to nourish his offspring.
The surviving wild boars watched silently from the sidelines, seemingly without sorrow, yet their expressions were incredibly heavy.
At least for today, the cubs are alive.
But what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after that?
Does this mean we have to sacrifice a life every single day?
Tibetan Fox Fugui kept a straight face. He suddenly thought of the three baby eagles he had seen yesterday, crying for food on the cliff.
Suddenly, a dark, bloody smell reached my nose.
The Tibetan fox, Fugui, suddenly looked up and met those scarlet and dark blue eyes.
The giant wolf was staring at him, as if it could bite his neck off at any moment.
It was only then that Gou Fugui realized how terrifying the giant wolf's aura was. Unlike Xie Tianlang, who had also experienced countless killings, the giant wolf's aura, born from killing, was colder and more frenzied than that of humans, filled with a murderous intent that was solely focused on life and death.
"..."
Gou Fugui discovered that he was having trouble walking.
Damn it, should he just turn into Owl Rich and run away?!
Just as the standoff between the two sides reached a critical point, and the Tibetan fox was about to clap his wrists, the stag with broken antlers suddenly blocked the way for the Tibetan fox, Fugui.
Then, the other injured animals that remained also stood in front of the Tibetan fox, Fugui.
Even a fluffy little wolf, finally full, came running over, "Awoo?"
The half-zombie wolf king didn't back down at all when the stag blocked the fox's way, but as more and more animals blocked the fox's way, a hint of surprise finally appeared in its dark blue eyes, and it took half a step back.
As more and more well-fed cubs blocked its way, the wolf king, looking through the dozens of animals and cubs at the fox at the very back, which exuded human scent, finally closed its eyes, took a step back, and turned to leave.
Tibetan fox Fugui breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the little wolf cub to stroke its fur to relieve stress.
However, he didn't intend to stay there any longer.
It looks like it's about 3 p.m. now, he should go back.
Hmm, let's drag the sack along too.
When the wealthy fox was about to leave, the animals in the valley didn't react much. Only a few of the leaders glanced at him, made sure he didn't take any of the cubs with him, and showed no signs of killing intent or hostility, before looking at him again.
Fugui the Tibetan fox finally left the animal camp, dragging the sack filled with the weeds and wildflowers the animals had given him.
Only then did Zanghu Fugui relax a bit, but it was also at this moment that he suddenly felt a strong sense of hunger and realized that he hadn't eaten anything all day since he came out in the morning.
Tibetan fox Fugui pulled out a can of meat and a pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth.
Back at the base, canned meat and compressed biscuits would definitely not be his first choice; he would prefer braised pork ribs or spicy hot pot made by the base's chef.
But at this moment, the Tibetan fox Fugui was no longer picky about the food in its hands.
After all, when he had a choice, some lives were already at their wits' end.
Thinking this, Gou Fugui's mind was filled with the image of the wild boar leader struggling to return and collapsing, as well as the angry and desperate cry of the giant eagle on the cliff.
Gradually, he slowed down his eating of biscuits and canned meat. After chewing a few more bites of compressed biscuits, he looked at the oily, soft, and easily digestible luncheon meat and finally sighed resignedly.
"Fine. Who told me to be the handsome, strong, and kind-hearted Gou Fugui?"
A few minutes later, the square-faced fox that had been running on the ground was gone, replaced by an owl soaring over the jungle.
As the owl's call rang out, the wolf king, who was resting on the ground, raised his head and watched the bird fly further and further away... a bird that, like the fox, did not belong to this forest.
When Owl Fugui wobbled to the edge of the cliff, what he saw was a huge, half-zombie owl going mad.
The rocky cliffs had been shattered by its wings, and no living creature dared to approach.
But through the crazed, half-zombie giant eagle, Xiao Fugui, with his sharp eagle eyes, also saw the situation of the three chicks in the giant eagle's nest, and then his heart sank slightly—
Yesterday, the three chicks were still chirping in their nest, but now only one is stubbornly chirping every now and then. The other two chicks have stopped moving and are now lying motionless next to the largest chick.
It was as if he were dead.
In a moment of panic, Xiao Fugui flapped his wings and flew towards the giant eagle's nest. However, before he could even get within five meters of the cliff, the crazed giant eagle spotted him and, as if it were the culprit behind everything, stared at him with eyes full of hatred and madness before swooping down on him.
"Damn it! Calm down, you bastard! Daddy's here to bring you warmth, okay?!"
But the giant eagle, consumed by hatred and on the verge of death, couldn't hear or understand Xiao Fugui's words.
All it knew was that it wanted to kill this damned human-owned bird that always stopped it from killing!
All it knew was that it was extremely angry, and only killing could quell its rage.
The long-eared owl and the giant eagle were already quite different in size, and when the giant eagle went berserk without regard for anything else, Xiao Fugui was quickly at a disadvantage and even found it difficult to defend against the giant eagle's attacks.
He was almost caught by the giant eagle's blood-stained claws twice. Finally, Xiao Fugui was so angry that he threw the last tear gas explosive ball at him with his claws. Then, taking advantage of the opportunity, he rushed into the giant eagle's nest, grabbed the relatively healthy chick, and stuffed canned meat into its mouth.
The giant eagle let out a shrill cry and swooped down, ready to take them both down with it.
But when it saw the owl trying to feed its chicks with its claws, its remaining rationality and maternal love for its offspring made it stop outside the cave.
"Chirp chirp... chirp..."
The fledglings chirped weakly, not yet knowing how to peck at food; all they knew was to open their mouths wide and tilt their heads back.
Owl Fugui struggled to pick up a small piece of meat with its claws and try to put it into the chick's beak, but its claws were too big and the chick's beak was too small, and it failed several times.
The giant eagle, watching from the outside, could only peek at the mountainside.
"Heh! Heh—!"
After patting the mountain wall twice, the giant eagle saw the owl looking at it, and surprisingly shook its own sharp beak before starting to peck at the mountain wall with a thumping sound. After pecking, it spat out the pebbles from its beak, and a hint of anticipation appeared in its scarlet and jet-black eyes.
Owl Rich: "...Damn it."
This is fucking making him feed himself with his mouth!
But he's never even fed a human baby mouth-to-mouth in his entire life, and now he's going to feed a baby from another species?!
Besides, feeding cubs is something girls are better at, right?
The male owl is wealthy but somewhat conflicted.
Then the giant eagle, flapping its wings outside the nest, started to panic and go crazy again, pounding on the mountain wall and pecking at the rocks with its beak.
It was as if they were afraid that Xiao Fugui wouldn't understand.
Even at the very end, Xiao Fugui saw the giant eagle nodding and bowing at him repeatedly. It was very strange for an eagle, but if you imagined it as a person, it was like... praying.
At this moment, the giant eagle was no longer the ferocious creature it had been during the battle; it was now disheveled and humble.
Gou Fugui felt as if something was stuck in his heart again.
He sighed, pecked at the luncheon meat with his beak, then crushed it and fed it directly to the hungry chicks.
Perhaps because they had been hungry for so long, the baby birds ate very fiercely, as if they were afraid they would never get to eat again.
However, after Xiao Fugui fed it half a can of luncheon meat, the fledgling bird, which looked a bit bald but was quite fierce, finally stopped opening its mouth.
Then, Owl Fugui used its wings and beak to look at the two silent chicks beside it. One was already cold.
But the other one could still let out a small, hungry whimper.
Xiao Fugui quickly took out a bottle of mineral water, mixed it with minced meat, and forcefully fed it to the chick.
Although the fledgling was very weak, it still bravely opened its small, pointed beak after sensing the scent of food.
"Chirp..."
This time, Xiao Fugui was only fed a quarter of the meat paste and a little water.
But when he saw the fledgling flapping its wings and trying to get closer to him and its older brother to draw warmth, he knew that it would survive.
As long as he comes every day from now on to act as a male mother who feeds you, that's fine.
Xiao Fugui squatted like a mother hen beside the two chicks, watching the giant eagle outside the nest, which had finally stopped going crazy.
They remained locked in this standoff until the long-eared owl rolled its eyes and nodded.
Then, the giant eagle stopped its frantic, angry cries and instead, with joy, flapped its rotting and injured wings and soared into the sky.
"Jie—"
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