Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 256 - 163: Let Me Reward My Disciple’s Effort and Dedication!
Inside the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo sat behind the desk, blowing the cold draft, having just finished reading the documents unearthed that morning.
He placed this final Stone Slab beside the desk, absentmindedly tightened the collar of his jacket.
"The excavation on the swamp side is almost coming to an end."
Besides the documents, there were also several Sound Torture instruments freshly unearthed on his desk, arranged in order of size...
A hollow sheep’s head with two curved horns, the smallest size, like a motorcycle helmet.
A hollow deer’s head with two branching antlers, slightly larger, like a wine jar.
A hollow leopard’s head with a single tall horn, even larger.
A hollow tiger’s head with a wide open mouth and two saber teeth, inside a dark hollow, the size of a water tank!
A hollow elephant’s head, unable to fit on the desk, the size of a locomotive, placed beside the desk. Its trunk raised higher than Bai Mo standing, its large mouth protruding with curved ivory, inside a dark hollow.
They all had simple and ancient lines, but upon a closer look, exuded a murderous aura.
"From small to large, five kinds of Sound Torture instruments.
"Power increasing progressively."
Bai Mo touched the leopard’s head, then the tiger’s head, these Bronze Artifacts over a million years had become rough on the surface, soil burrowed into the cracks, impossible to clean.
"What a pity, I wonder how these things actually work?"
The unearthed documents had very few related records, and Bai Mo didn’t have anything to learn from.
Suddenly...
Whoosh!
Big Ears rushed in from the door, ran to the table, speaking gibberish, gesticulating wildly.
"Ying ying ying! Ao ao ao!
"Ying ying ao ao!"
It looked anxious, gesticulating for a while, Bai Mo roughly understood.
"Are you saying something’s happened to Black Claw?"
"Ying!"
Big Ears squatted in front of the desk, nodding solemnly!
"Black Claw isn’t talking to you, didn’t even make a sound when eating?"
"Ao!"
Big Ears confirmed again, Black Claw had never been like this before!
"You suspect Black Claw has been strangely affected by that song last time?"
Big Ears had a serious expression, frowning, squinting, nodding!
It had reason to suspect Black Claw was harmed by the song, the psychological trauma was not healed, even worsening, causing organic damage to Black Claw...
It suspected, the once joyful singing disciple Black Claw... had become mute!
...
The wind howled, sweeping up the yellow sand on the road, shredding the withered grass by the roadside.
Bai Mo walked on the mountain path, quietly approaching the area near the drying workshop.
"Even though Black Claw eats well every day, not losing weight, why has it become mute?
"Could it be the psychological wound hasn’t healed?"
Bai Mo walked to a window and looked inside.
There, drying racks swayed with herbs hung on them. With a little searching, he saw Black Claw’s figure between the racks.
That guy was fiddling with its small water kettle!
Pouring half a kettle of clean spring water, adding honey, squeezing in lemon juice, and then passion fruit, it drank a sip, found it too sour, frowned, added loquat syrup, shook to dissolve it, took a sip again, and finally looked satisfied, raising its head, squinting.
Bai Mo frowned.
Looking at that guy’s manner, drinking water with such refinement, doesn’t seem like someone with psychological trauma, does it?
What really happened?
Feeling strange, he saw that guy gulp down a big mouthful of water, swallowing small gulps "gulu gulu" down... moisturizing its throat?
After moisturizing its throat, it picked up the flowerpot next to it, aimed at the mushroom head inside, and began to sing.
"Ying ying ao~
"Ying ying ao~
"Ying ying ying ying ao~"
Bai Mo twitched his mouth.
Mute, my foot!
Black Claw’s voice was fine, just sang too much and strained its voice!
But after all these days, it was still practicing this song?
Bai Mo stood outside the window, laid his hands on the windowsill, blowing the cold wind, watching his disciple practicing inside.
Black Claw practiced earnestly, singing while observing the expression of the mushroom head, occasionally stopping to adjust, tilting its head to recall, opening its mouth to test its voice.
Truly the singing was awful, but truly earnest!
Bai Mo could remember the entire Fox Song, realizing Black Claw was singing more like the original, and getting better. But that was useless... even if the original version in collective memory had little power.
That song had no potential, not worth the practice!
"If someone has never heard it, with no psychological preparedness, maybe they’d be startled?
"No matter how much it practiced, it wouldn’t work."
The effort Black Claw put in, and its hoarse voice, would only be in vain... right?
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
"No! I can’t let my disciple’s effort and diligence go to waste!"
He turned away from the window, entering the drying workshop from the door.
Black Claw noticed his arrival, immediately shut its mouth, showed an embarrassed smile, and after a brief pause, hurriedly put down the mushroom head.
"Ying ying ying..."
It welcomed the master, but its voice was hoarse.
Bai Mo walked forward, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding Black Claw in his arms, and stroked its chubby head.
"If you like this song, want to practice, want to learn, then tell the master!
"Let the master pay for your wish, for your diligence and effort.
"You’re already singing very well, but there are still some areas that need adjusting.
"I’ll teach you."
Black Claw was stunned for a moment, blinked its eyes, nestled in the master’s arms, rubbing its head against the master’s chest.
