Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 104 - 84: Quanquan Hu Really Is Impressive!
In the green belt, only a small opening can be seen.
Inside the hole, it is as deep as a well!
This amateur earthen well has loose soil walls, occasionally collapsing, with clumps of soil falling to the bottom.
Fortunately, every few meters, a Human Skin Talisman is affixed, preventing it from completely collapsing.
At the bottom of the well, the light is dim, the air is damp, and a few emaciated young men are swinging their shovels, "huffing and puffing," quickly shoveling soil.
Their bodies emit a stench of sweat and blood, causing the three nearby foxes to feel quite vexed. They hide under an Invisibility Cloak, frowning, with their front paws covering their noses.
These free laborers have quite a strong odor, making it hard for the foxes to bear!
Could it be that these few are Bloodthirsty?
...
Though it is already summer in the present world, Fox Mountain remains shrouded in dense clouds, with wailing winds that are dry and cold.
Bai Mo sits behind a desk, wearing a red windbreaker, studying a medicinal formula he just copied from a Stone Slab.
Suddenly, he hears footsteps, and a few fox disciples come running, carrying a bundle of Golden Wheat Ears, "huffing and puffing."
"Ying ying ying!"
"Ying ying ying!"
Bai Mo sets aside his work and steps forward.
"Hmm, are our Golden Wheat Ears ripe?"
He pinches a grain, examines it, and confirms there are no issues with its medicinal properties or ripeness.
"Take them to the square, grind the wheat ears, let the wind blow away the chaff, then collect the grains.
"The straw is the most valuable, break it down, and store it in the warehouse. Be sure the straw stays intact, and don’t flatten it."
As the master speaks, the disciples nod, memorizing the key points, nuzzling their heads against the master, then hoisting the wheat ears and running out of the main hall.
Bai Mo sits back at the Bronze Table, looking toward a mass of white mist that blurs the boundary between dream and reality to his left.
His gaze penetrates this white mist, looking into the present world, from the Medicine Bottle on Black Ears’ neck, through the Invisibility Cloak, and out beyond.
He sees those unfortunate laborers still shoveling earth, having dug the pit very deep.
Bai Mo smirks slightly, unsure how to evaluate this free labor.
He leaves the mist on the table, convenient for glancing at any time.
Then continues to examine his new medicinal formula.
...
Deep within the cavern.
The light is dim, the air is damp.
Quanquan Hu and two others squat side by side, watching the seven or eight laborers swinging shovels.
They secretly exchange glances.
It seems... these laborers might be slowing down?
Except for the leader, Huang Mao, the others all move sluggishly, digging with little energy.
Have they exhausted their strength?
At this rate, how long will it take to dig up the Alchemy Furnace?
Nearby, the true leader of these laborers, Huang Mao, also notices the issue.
He stops his shoveling, wipes the sweat from his forehead.
"Why so sluggish, everyone?
"Can’t keep going?
"Hang in there a bit longer!
"Once we get the Immortal Artifact, we can exchange it for points.
"With points, we can party at the Dark World’s club!
"Finish this round, and we’ll live it up for years!
"Would you rather end up as the laughing stock of the streets or as a club idol, understand?"
After this motivational speech, the followers nod in agreement, but despite that, their shoveling remains slow, unable to lift their arms or move the earth.
The three foxes frown.
Huang Mao also frowns.
"Here’s the thing, guys, I’ll give you a buff.
"To be honest, this buff... will cost you a bit of lifespan, maybe about five to ten years. But it’ll make you stronger physically.
"If you want it, take off your shirts and show your backs."
The seven or eight brothers look at each other... trading five to ten years of life for a physical strength buff?
They are already outlaws living on the edge, worrying about even having a complete body; who cares about lifespan?
"Boss, bring it on."
"I want it too."
"Count me in."
One by one, they remove their shirts, revealing their shoulders, and turn their backs to Huang Mao.
Huang Mao, not wasting words, pulls a syringe and a scalpel from his pocket.
He approaches each brother, first administering a subcutaneous injection of a small amount of anesthetic. Then, with the scalpel, expertly carves sigils on their backs.
Swish swish swish...
The scalpel cuts through the skin, making a strange noise.
Under the flow of blood, a bright red sigil is completed in a single stroke!
Thus, he goes on one by one, inscribing a sigil on each brother’s back.
After completing the drawings, he puts away the syringe and scalpel, wipes the sweat from his forehead, hunches his shoulders, and bends his back, seeming entirely drained, a shadow of the vitality he had moments ago. His voice becomes feeble.
"Guys, I can’t go on, I’m going to rest over there.
"You keep digging!"
The seven or eight brothers glance at Huang Mao; seeing him in such a state, they remain silent. They pick up their shovels and begin digging once more.
Once they start digging, they immediately feel reinvigorated! For some reason, they no longer feel tired.
"It actually worked, hahaha."
"Dig faster, guys!"
They look at Huang Mao, "Boss, you’re awesome!"
The three foxes, squatting in a row, all look at Huang Mao, eyes wide; this Huang Mao is indeed skilled!
...
At the park construction site, a massive pit, tens of meters deep, has been excavated, with mounds of earth piled around it.
Dozens of Immortal Technique Committee members are sifting through the freshly dug soil, sorting out Copper Plates and Stone Slabs with inscriptions. Although most of them have been cracked or smashed by excavators, they are still somewhat usable.
Unnoticed by anyone, a gray mouse weaves in and out of the newly turned soil.
When it encounters an inscribed Copper Plate, it bites onto it, sending itself into a semi-dream state. Soon, a white mist blending reality and dream appears on its body, engulfing the Copper Plate, swallowing it into its dream.
