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When Xiao Xue and I got ho, we were greeted with a rather spectacular scene: a golden fox, larger than an average private car, was running wildly around the large central tree in the yard as if it were having a fit. Dirt and debris flew everywhere, and given that this fox weighed at least a ton, whenever it bounded around, it felt like a small earthquake. Next to the path it made circles in, there was a heap of clay tablets of various shapes and sizes, mixed with pieces of broken pottery. It looked for all the world like it had just demolished soone’s house.
"Fox!" I was taken aback by the chaos in front of , and then I called out loudly. Normally, no matter how much of a fit that silly creature was having, she would absolutely stop and check out the situation when I called like that, but this ti she ignored even after two calls, continuing her crazed run around the tree. The grass in the yard was a ss under her paws: even though these plants were divine creations infused with Dingdang’s divinity, their growth and recovery speed couldn’t possibly keep up with the fox’s rampage. Grass clippings and dirt were scattered everywhere in the yard, and by now I couldn’t see the cent ground in front of the door anymore.
While I was still at a loss, the door behind opened, and my big sister ca out, wiping her hands on her apron, apparently to check on the fox’s condition. I imdiately clung to her arm like I’d seen the Savior: "Has this girl finally gone rabid after thousands of years of incubation?" As soon as I said this, I thought: I have no idea how to treat rabies in a creature like a Nine-tailed Demon Fox. Soaking her in a potion probably wouldn’t do any good.
"She ate sothing she shouldn’t have," Big Sister said helplessly, looking at the giant fox with no sign of stopping. The ground beneath her paws was visibly lowering at a rapid pace. Without the protection of the divine grass, the dirt couldn’t withstand her nonsense. At this rate, in another dozen minutes, she’s going to bury herself in the trench she’s dug out. "She did accomplish her mission, though, digging up at least half a ton of clay tablets from Iraq. But I guess she got a bit too happy and lost herself. She sneaked into the kitchen and drank a pot of freshly made soup..."
I blinked: "Soup? Just a pot of soup? Was it the one Sandora made in the morning?"
Big Sister shrugged: "No, the pot had Dingdang in it." Then I saw Dingdang poke her head out of Big Sister’s apron pocket, greeting in a muffled voice: "Ah Jun, can I stop bathing in the kitchen from now on?"
I: "..." I thought the main responsible party for this accident was the fox herself — has she really been living here this long and still doesn’t know that the kitchen is full of surprises and potentially treacherous? Fortunately, this ti she only had a bit of Dingdang soup. If it had been on a day Sandora was cooking, she might already be lying in the Great Temple, waiting for resurrection.
"When will Sister Fox calm down?" Xiao Xue looked worriedly at the fox, whose body was now half-buried in the ground yet still madly running: she’s already worn the ground down over a ter. Now around the big tree in the yard, our ho has a perfectly circular trench with a diater of over ten ters. Fill it with water, and it would look just like a moat. Xiao Xue, having been raised by the fox, was quite concerned about her Fox Sister.
"I don’t know." A voice ca from above, and I looked up to see Bingdisi spreading her wings as she slowly descended from the sky. She must have been sunning herself on the roof again. I had a rather peculiar angle: from a third-party perspective, Bingdisi was descending from above, and I was looking up from below, which would typically be seen as a serendipitous view. But in reality, I couldn’t see anything: goddesses like her, wearing skirts and having wings, always fly with Holy Light Protection. They have an extra course from when they start school, sothing like Anti-Pervert Flying Skills, and the first skill is Holy Light Protection or Shadow Protection. Bingdisi belongs to the Light System — am I just feeling nostalgic here?
"If a mortal drank that stuff, they’d probably run until they dropped dead from exhaustion or be burned alive like a human torch. But this little girl is much stronger than a mortal; she’ll probably... calm down once she’s run it out of her system." Bingdisi shielded her eyes with her hand to better watch the fox whose tail was now the only part still above ground. There was a hint of lant in her voice. "There are tons of fresh things happening at your place every day. I thought making goddess soup was the most extraordinary thing I’d encounter, but now there’s soone holding a pot of soup as if it were their last stand."
Her voice trailed off, and then Bingdisi seed to rember sothing as she ca over to give a bear hug. "Did you enjoy the view just now?"
I thought that at 1.85 ters tall, I was already quite grand in stature, but faced with Bingdisi’s iconic and robust bear hug, I was utterly powerless to resist (mostly because I was afraid of touching sothing I shouldn’t, and she’d rant to the family for a day). I could only struggle and try to explain: "That was a reflex just now — and, as you know, I couldn’t see anything anyway!"
Bingdisi’s grip only tightened, but her mouth didn’t stop moving: "Shut up already. At least you saw so thigh. I am a dignified High Order Goddess; you see and touch all the ti, and now you’re complaining when I ask for a toll?"
I wanted to explain, but by then I couldn’t say a word. Finally, the female hooligan was satisfied and let go. She adjusted her bust, protesting, "Hey, check if they’re deford from squeezing too hard..."
If I responded to her, it was only because my brain short-circuited, so I turned my head to change the topic. You really can’t say it wasn’t a good idea: apart from that fox, who only occasionally showed a tuft of golden fur above the ground, the scene indeed had a good talking point: the clay tablets.
"Where’s Jil?" I looked around the living room but didn’t see Lady Shining’s figure. "Shouldn’t she be translating the clay tablets? Where did she go to play? If the fox damages all those things out in the yard, what then?"
"Relax, I’ve blessed the clay tablets, so they won’t get damaged," Bingdisi waved her hand dismissively. "As for that slightly absent-minded Divine Servant, when your family’s fox finished two-thirds of the soup, she drank the rest of Dingdang’s divine broth..."
I imdiately sensed disaster: one fox had already dug trenches in the yard, not to ntion that the nanny king is half-divine. What if she tore the house down? I was about to rush into the house to subdue the potentially rampaging Ji Shanshan, but Bingdisi stopped : "Don’t worry, she’s fine, and she’s currently waiting for her divine skill to reach its fullest potential."
Bingdisi then explained the situation, and I finally understood what was happening: because Ji Shanshan is inherently a Temple Warrior of Dingdang.
It’s possible that because that person had been working as a nanny for so long in our ho, sotis I forgot she’s a Divine Servant of Dingdang. Only after Bingdisi reminded did I understand. She’s different from the fox. The latter, as a foreign entity, couldn’t withstand direct infusions of Life Goddess’ divine power, while Ji Shanshan was a Spiritual Body modified by Dingdang’s divine power. In other words, now she’s almost another expression of the goddess’ power, so Dingdang’s divine soup has no adverse effect on her. Drinking the divine soup was like getting the highest level of blessing a Divine Servant can receive. According to Bingdisi, she’s currently realigning the new power within her, waiting for her divine skill to achieve perfection.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, the boastful nanny king, unhard, made her appearance — and she did so by descending from the sky, evidently trying to make a grand entrance after achieving divine skill perfection. Ji Shanshan descended from the sky, surrounded by divine power coalescing into light, with a silly large red cloth on her back. She shouted as she descended, "Haha! This king’s divine skill is complete; I am now invincible!"
And then this supposedly invincible character was promptly struck down by with a Dingdang Ball.
"How far have you gotten with translating the clay tablets?" I held her down as she charged toward , head lowered like an enraged bull intent on butting to death, "Oh, and whose bedsheet is that you’re wearing?"
"Let go of this king, you insolent knave!" The nanny king slapped my hand away. "This is a robe we wear during triumph over fierce beasts or at the victory of war; does your family’s bed sheet have a collar?"
Then she adjusted her robe, her arrogance making it seem as if she were the head of the house, but at least she finally rembered what she needed to do: "You an those clay tablets? The piece we finished is mostly translated. It confirms to be the first clay tablet and tells the story of a god from a far distance passing through the Surians’ city. The god referred to himself as ’Sin’ and said he was traveling. Then he spoke many strange things to the Surians, but the rest wasn’t finished. It seed the Surians didn’t understand the knowledge told by the god and recorded it as a myth from the Divine Country or sothing like that."
I chuckled and pointed to the pile of clay tablets in the yard. "See, now you can continue your work."
Ji Shanshan glanced at them, then turned and tried to run: "This king quits! Is this even human work?!"
Bingdis grabbed the botherso cape on the back of this little shorty (though she claid it was a war robe) and yanked Lady Shining over to her chest for a stifling hug: "Enough talk! If you’re going to do sothing, finish it. And you even call yourself a king."
Sister Bing’s bear hug is so powerful that Ji Shanshan, who barely stands at five feet, looks like a child in Bingdis’s arms. By the ti she landed, her eyes were glazed over. It took her ten seconds to refocus, and she looked at the front armor of Bingdis with resentnt: "So what if they’re big? This king just died a few years earlier..."
Then this flat-chested girl, who happened to die a few years earlier and ended up being a washboard for sixty centuries, obediently went to study those lumps of mud. Honestly, I really feel sorry for her, just look at that workload: With the help of imperial experts, the fox showed great power, and the clay tablets she unearthed weighed at least a ton. They might have originally been in order, but the fox didn’t consider that. She just piled all the clay tablets on the ground haphazardly. Now Ji Shanshan has to find six contextually connected ones out of a ton of them, and if possible, she also needs to check the remaining tablets: because we can’t be sure if there are more clues about the god "Sin" among the leftovers. According to Xiao Xue’s premonition, we must uncover the truth about the gods recorded on the clay tablets. Optimistically speaking, Ji Shanshan might develop a phobia of cuneiform script after this; her city-state of Uruk would forever be a haunting nightmare in her mind.
And while Ji Shanshan was grumbling and squatting to sort through the clay tablets, I got bored and decided to see how long that fox intended to run in circles. By now, the trench in the middle of the yard was very deep, and we couldn’t see her anymore. A few minutes ago, we could still occasionally see a tuft of golden fur at the tip of her tail jumping up, but now we could only hear the rumbling sound of running from deep underground; occasionally, lots of dirt was thrown up from the trench. Anwina had to circle around the trench to tidy up and store the dug-out dirt in her personal space; otherwise, people wouldn’t be able to stand around here...
"Looks like it’s pretty deep," Xiao Xue approached the circular trench, picking up a stone fragnt that had just been thrown up, "Dad, look, basalt..."
: "...Damn."
"Dad, look, granite."
: "...Damn!"
"Dad, look, there’s coal coming up..."
The whole family was dumbfounded beside the trench... no, strictly speaking, it had already beco a vertical shaft. We stood beside the shaft, listening to the constant rumbling from deep below. The fox, usually a lazy rascal lazing about at ho, was indeed a pri example of shocking everyone by just showing off once in a while: when will this stop?
The big tree in the middle of the yard was now wobbling because the fox was running circles around it, which led to the tree being planted precariously on top of a vertical rock pillar. If it stayed like this, it’d be fine, but the problem was there was still a 100,000-horsepower fox with a screw loose constantly scratching at the pillar’s base, making think it might collapse the very next second. Then, we’d have to go through considerable trouble to dig that fox out of the coal seam.
But just then, the muffled running sound from underground suddenly stopped.
It seed that the fox had had enough and finally ca out of her frenzied state from eating the wrong thing. Sure enough, a mont later, I heard a whistling sound from the shaft, as if sothing huge was rapidly approaching. Then a large, dark furball jumped onto the ground from the shaft and began vigorously shaking off its fur. Seeing the household’s silly fox again left us all slack-jawed: I distinctly rembered her jumping down as a beautiful golden-furred nine-tailed fox, but after the ss underground, she now looked like she had trained for a thousand years over in Ethiopia, with only her eyes and sharp teeth remaining white.
Feeling the gri all over her, the fox instinctively shook her skin and fur. We hurriedly stepped back several paces: good thing, or we’d all have ended up the sa color as her.
"Have you had enough fun?" I asked with a bemused expression, looking at the fox with swirling eyes. She swayed a bit on the spot before nodding vaguely in the direction of the porch column, whimpering all the while.
"She’s dizzy," Big Sister judged.
"Definitely dizzy," everyone echoed.
The fox wobbled her head and pointed at the large flower pot beside her again...
Then she returned to her human form. Covered in gri as if she’d just been pulled out from coal dust (though she indeed had just been), she bumped into the door fra repeatedly, then waved towards the nearby window: "Sister Chen Qian, I need a bath."
Big Sister led the completely disoriented fox to bathe, leaving a few of us to stand bewildered by the shaft. Then we began to discuss how to deal with this utterly ridiculous situation. Just then, Visca suddenly tugged on my sleeve: "Brother, listen, there’s a sound from below."
Listening closely, sure enough, a roar from below the shaft was growing louder, as if sothing was about to erupt. Our group curiously moved closer for a look, then imdiately ran, and the next second, a column of water mixed with mud, coal dust, and sand burst violently from the shaft: that silly thing hit the groundwater!!!
Thankfully, everyone reacted quickly and didn’t get blasted by the rich-content water column. After escaping the spray zone, Bingdis turned around casually and threw an Extre Ice Storm, freezing the underground water that had just spouted two ters high into an iceberg. Then, a visibly excited Qianqian eagerly started discussing with : "Ah Jun, let’s build a fountain?"
I stared dumbfounded at Qianqian, wondering what on earth she had been contemplating in those 0.5 seconds?!
Just then, we suddenly heard the flapping sound of wings from above. Looking up, we saw two large crows slowly flying into the yard. These two crows weren’t outsiders, they were the biological parents of Little Crow divh—though they hadn’t beco gods, they gained demigod bodies under the Void Creature’s disturbance. Still maintaining their original appearance and habits, the intelligent crow couple didn’t take our family’s suggestion to live in the house with their daughter, instead continuing to perch on the large tree in the yard, living a happy life of thinking nothing and flying to the stratosphere on schedule every day. The fox had caused such a ruckus earlier that I almost forgot these two unique residents at ho. Now that I think about it, thank goodness the fox didn’t topple that tree—otherwise, if the Crow God had fought with the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, we’d have spent the entire day picking up feathers.
The crow couple circled a few tis in the air, surveying the yard that looked like a mining site, and finally confird it was their ho. They created a shadow platform in the air, landed steadily on it, and looked at with inquisitive eyes.
I scratched my head: "...Just a minor trouble, the fox had a tummy upset and ended up digging a pit in the yard to the underground river."
The two crows nodded understandingly, then checked their gigantic nest, which was securely positioned atop the tree with divine power, and was naturally still there, leaving the crows satisfied. They started enthusiastically studying the frozen subterranean fountain below and began rubbing their beaks on the ice block: they didn’t seem to mind that a circular shaft had appeared under their house and were instead interested in the groundwater.
"So, Ah Jun," Qianqian tugged on my sleeve again, "should we build a fountain?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to cast recomndation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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