Chapter 3, saved a vixen

Liu Zhenhan has more or less recovered from the shock he just experienced. How could a fox spirit possibly drown? Liu Zhenhan has heard stories from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" since childhood. This fox spirit—let's refer to this girl as such—clearly has a pulse and breath, along with serious external injuries. It is impossible for her to be that kind of supernatural being who can summon the wind and rain.

The gale was even stronger than he had imagined. As Liu Zhenhan rushed out of the mound's range, he realized that it was not merely a matter of quick reflexes; the wolf pelt was almost blown away by the wind. At this point, the wolf pelt could no longer wrap around his body and was at best a mere cloak. Under such circumstances, every step he took felt exceedingly difficult.

Inside the large wooden box, four or five people lay in disarray, with the one at the bottom already submerged in water, their long hair floating in the water like seaweed at the bottom of the sea

Liu Zhenhan was awakened by the first clap of thunder, and his first regret was that he hadn't dug a drainage ditch yesterday. Before his remorse could linger, the torrential rain poured down like a deluge. Liu Zhenhan looked at the dripping "nest" around him and lost all motivation for flood relief. His once comfortable thatched bed was soaked through in no time. Fortunately, the wolf skin he had was like a lotus leaf, repelling water. When raindrops hit it, they behaved as if they encountered some grease, coalescing into strings of droplets that rolled off.

The fox ... ... was exquisite ... ... Liu Zhenhan felt as if his throat were being gripped by a pair of hands, and his entire voice transformed into an extraordinarily strange tone

Liu Zhenhan had no thoughts left, only the urgency to escape quickly; this ship might sink into the sea at any moment. The whirlpool created during the sinking would be impossible to escape, not even an elephant that could swim would be able to get away.

The surrounding seawater, influenced by the wind, formed whirlpools around the coral reefs. Liu Zhenhan lay on the lifebuoy, being pulled back and forth by the whirlpools, unable to control his direction due to his limited strength. After much effort, he finally paddled to the side of the boat, only to realize that he could not get on board at all. A few corpses dressed in white robes floated nearby, their bellies swollen from the seawater, their faces pale. Even Liu Zhenhan, who was accustomed to seeing the dead, felt a twinge of compassion.

Liu Zhenhan placed Guoguo on his head, wiped away the rainwater, and took advantage of the gaps between the lightning to scan the dark sea surface. A massive sailing wooden ship was wedged between two coral reefs, with the front half of the ship tilted skyward. Below the cabin was a large hole, and with each flash of lightning, Liu Zhenhan could see the seawater rushing in wildly, causing the ship to gradually slide into the water.

Upon entering the third compartment of the ship, Liu Zhenhan picked up a large, pancake-like dough ball floating on the water's surface. He took a bite, finding it as hard as iron, seemingly made from unfermented dough, which made him stretch his neck in discomfort. Guoguo also jumped onto the pancake, took a bite, and disdainfully spat it out.

Liu Zhenhan's pupils瞬间变得更大了

In the box, the one lying on her back is a girl with fiery red, slightly curly hair and a charmingly delicate face... Additionally, there is a large fiery red tail protruding from beneath her body

The girl in his arms, with a hint of warmth and heartbeat still emanating from her cold chest and the book, Liu Zhenhan forced himself not to look at her large tail. He casually grabbed a table, kicked off one of its legs, and securely tied the "vixen" to it with an old vine from behind.

Guoguo was indeed clever, carrying one end of the vine in its mouth, it jumped down from Liu Zhenhan's head, landed on a corpse floating on the water, and then leaped onto a broken mast that hung more than one meter above the water's surface. In just a few moments, it climbed up to the ship's railing, poked its beak through a hole in the ship's side, and, holding the other end of the vine in its mouth, descended like a parachutist, landing precisely on Liu Zhenhan's forehead

At the very bottom was a box as large as a bed, covered with a large lock that was tightly secured. Liu Zhenhan kicked it three times, but could not break the wooden planks on top. He knew that the wood was certainly either rosewood or high-quality spruce. He simply drew out his curved knife and struck the large lock with it. With a clang, a burst of sparks flew high, and the knife was deflected. Seeing that he had not managed to break it, Liu Zhenhan swung his arm vigorously and delivered another fierce blow.

With his eyes spinning, Liu Zhenhan recalled a method

The current time does not allow him to search for firewood any longer. Looking at the little fox spirit with closed eyes and purple lips, whose fiery red tail is trembling, Liu Zhenhan is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, rubbing his hands together.

Upon arriving home, Liu Zhenhan hurriedly sought some firewood to boil water for this little vixen to clean herself. At present, her body was losing heat too rapidly, and if this continued, he feared she might freeze to death.

As the classical long robe of the vixen was gently removed, Liu Zhenhan felt a moment of daze; beneath it was a moon-white undergarment. Liu Zhenhan had never seen what women's lingerie looked like, and he truly could not imagine it. During his time in the army, although he had once playfully stolen the undergarments of female soldiers out of boredom, it was more for amusement than for any lewd intent.

Even Guoguo covered his mouth while lying on his head

The rain fell increasingly heavier, showing no signs of abating. One lightning strike after another crashed above the red willow forest, and with each strike, Liu Zhenhan felt the ground tremble. The rain was whipped about in the air by the fierce wind, resembling a curtain of pearls. The shrubs were pressed low by the wind, and all around, the howling of the gale filled the air. Everything became insignificant in the face of nature's power.

The ship's sails and mast also appeared to have been damaged when it ran aground, scattered haphazardly across the surface of the sea, lying in disarray. Given that the two were approximately one to two thousand meters apart, Liu Zhenhan quickly estimated the length and diameter of the ship. At this distance, it seemed that the structure of the ship was at least twenty-five meters in length and the radius exceeded ten meters.

He almost stumbled and crawled his way into the red willow forest, and only then did he feel somewhat better. Although the wind in the forest had lessened significantly, it was still uncomfortable. The red willows were inherently low, and with the fierce wind pressing down, they seemed to sag even lower, causing branches to inadvertently brush against his head. Liu Zhenhan was nearly bent over as he searched for his markers while moving forward. The bird droppings and muddy water on the ground had long since mixed into a pit of muck that could easily swallow half a foot, and he found himself slipping every few steps.

Liu He - Picture - The book is so shocking that he feels dizzy again

In the sound of the wind, there are faint cries for help from a few people. Although Liu Zhenhan could not understand what the person in distress was saying, the urgent feelings of someone in danger are universally the same; it is a sense of pessimism and despair that comes when one is on the brink of peril

The curved dagger silently slipped from Liu Zhenhan's hand, striking the wooden box and then with a "splash" fell into the water of the cabin

Liu Zhenhan bent down and first performed artificial respiration on her. The seductress coughed violently, expelling a considerable amount of seawater. Liu Zhenhan had only learned basic battlefield treatment and bandaging, and he did not dare to handle her carelessly. He wanted to let her go but was concerned that she might have fractures in her body, so he could only drag her towards home while pulling the table.

Liu Zhenhan had long envied his former company commander, Old Geng, for his "Kukri" curved knife. Today, he finally acquired one for himself, feeling quite pleased, and the frustration of not saving anyone was significantly alleviated.

This cabin is the last layer, and Liu Zhenhan saw that there were no survivors. He simply gave up the futile search and began to focus intently on looking for useful items. The biggest discovery was finding a wine barrel among a pile of boxes. Liu Zhenhan's nose may not have a special sense for other things, but when it comes to food and alcohol, he would never make a mistake.

Liu Zhenhan, amidst his busy schedule, did not forget to touch the large package behind him. Fortunately, the round, plump melon and Guoguo's big ears were still upright. In his hand, there was only one curved knife left, the one used to pry open the porthole. The other knives and the gemstone sheath were nowhere to be found, having been thrown away in the heat of the moment.

Liu Zhenhan gritted his teeth and carried the barely alive vixen out. He then saw a group of vixens huddled together beneath the box, at least four or five of them, half-submerged in water. Some had their faces up, all possessing perfectly contoured faces, while others were lying in the water, their long robes trailing behind, revealing their large tails floating on the surface.

He kicked open the boxes piled up in the entire room, one by one, and the contents inside made Liu Zhenhan temporarily forget about the barrel of wine. There were clothes inside, although they were all wide and large white robes like those worn by Arabs, Liu Zhenhan was still very pleased. He had felt particularly uncomfortable being bare these past few days; even in the southern battlefield, Liu Daguoren had never experienced such a thing before.

He stood foolishly in front of the box, staring at the girl's pale face, his mind completely in a state of chaos

At that moment, the ship tilted again, and Liu Zhenhan slipped but managed to regain his balance with difficulty

What have I become! A rogue! Liu Zhenhan scolded himself with a hint of resentment

Liu Zhenhan's hips | beneath the coconut shell resembled a Shaolin temple, with the rhythmic sound of the wooden fish echoing in succession. Guoguo jumped in front of him, looking curiously at the coconut shell, calling out "Guoguo... Guoguo..."

Save them!

Liu Zhenhan was jolted back to reality by a salty taste in his mouth that carried a hint of sweat, unable to believe his eyes. Another flash of lightning struck, illuminating the box with a dazzling, blinding white light.

Despite being filled with doubts, Liu Zhenhan prioritized saving people over everything else. With the wind howling and the water surging, he dared not take any chances. He found several long and sturdy vines to strap onto his back, and gathered a few large coconuts, securely binding them together with tree vines to create a makeshift life ring before daring to enter the water. Guoguo, who had originally been left on the shore, unexpectedly leaped onto Liu Zhenhan's head just as he entered the water, nearly driving him to the brink of exasperation.

The first time he felt the sensation of being at a loss was when he faced the blue giant wolf; he had never experienced such a feeling before

The sound of wind and rain gradually diminished, leaving only the distant sound of bubbles rising from the dark reefs, "gurgling" in the water. The sea surface was desolate, devoid of cries for help or any sound, only floating corpses, belongings, and a deathly silence.

This must be a dream, Liu Zhenhan thought

A tremendous sound, akin to the tearing of wood, drifted through the wind to Liu Zhenhan's ears. His ears perked up; it was an extremely tragic sound. The noise originated from the beach where they had made the pot in the morning. Liu Zhenhan was certain that if an eight-wheeled Dongfeng heavy truck had crashed into a wooden door, it would have produced a similar sound.

The wooden boat's hull began to creak again, the kind of nerve-wracking friction between the planks and the keel warning Liu Zhenhan that he was facing the moment just before the ship would fall apart

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky like a serpent of electricity, and in an instant, Liu Zhenhan's joyful smile, filled with a sense of accomplishment, froze.

After enduring countless hardships to reach the shore, the wooden boat, trapped among the rocks, finally emitted a thunderous crack. Countless streams of water, like fountains, surged into the sky from the ruptured gaps in the deck. Liu Zhenhan, panting heavily, watched as the boat gradually transformed into a straight line and then slowly sank to the seabed

Additionally, there were several fine curved swords that pleased Liu Zhenhan quite a bit. These swords were not long, with blades bent into a peculiar arc resembling that of an antelope's horn. The scabbards were also quite magnificent, adorned with exotic and intricate patterns. The hilts were inlaid with gemstones, though it is uncertain whether they are genuine; Liu Zhenhan suspected they were not.

"How could ... ... possibly ... ..." Liu Zhenhan covered his face, his thick fingers pinching his nose in a sudden, intense pain

This large wine barrel is so big that a person cannot wrap their arms around it. Sensing the faint aroma of wine wafting from the barrel, Liu Zhenhan felt an overwhelming joy. He merrily circled around it for quite some time, but ultimately decided to pry it open and have a taste, as the blandness of his recent days had left his palate yearning for flavor.

The tail hung down into the water collected in the box, its fiery red hue resembling a cluster of dancing flames. After each flash of lightning, it left behind a montage-like sequence of fleeting images in Liu Zhenhan's nearly stunned mind

Liu Zhenhan pulled the wolf fur hood over his head, cradling Guoguo in his arms, and nestled himself in the warm wolf fur, waiting foolishly for the rain to stop

The thunder and lightning outside the porthole continued unabated, rumbling without a moment's pause. The flickering flashes of lightning resembled the magnesium light of a camera, illuminating the dense sheen of sweat on Liu Zhenhan's forehead, with beads of sweat quietly trickling down the corners of his eyes and rolling onto his face, mingling with the corners of his mouth.

Liu Zhenhan once again retrieved a piece of gauze resembling a ceremonial robe, tightly wrapping the pancake and securing it to his back. On the surface of the water in the cabin, there were several items resembling watermelons and cantaloupes, but they were all cracked open. Liu Zhenhan gathered them all into his treasure pouch.

Holding the table tied with the vixen, Liu Zhenhan pulled Guoguo by the ear and placed him into the bundle behind his back. With both the person and the table, he crashed through the large hole, splintering wood everywhere. Liu Zhenhan jumped into the cold sea with both the person and the table, creating a massive splash.

What left Liu Zhenhan feeling stunned was not the fact that there were several dead bodies, but rather that all the individuals packed in the boxes were women, and they were women he had never seen before

The ship's sides are relatively shallow. Based on Liu Zhenhan's visual assessment and the style of the lowered mast, along with the beautiful upward curve at the bow—a figure resembling a person with hands clasped together and a serpent's body—Liu, the official, is also uncertain about which country and region this vessel belongs to

The lightning outside flashed one after another, illuminating the ghostly shadows in the cabin. Liu Zhenhan felt as if he were sliding down a slide, searching each cabin to see if there were any survivors. Unfortunately, apart from broken wood, debris, and scraps of cloth, he found nothing.

With no other choice, he had to lie in the muddy ground and crawl forward, taking care of Guoguo in his arms while also dragging the wolf fur coat. The torrential raindrops relentlessly struck his face, making his already injured nose ache intensely, and Liu Zhenhan was in excruciating pain

It must be that a ship has encountered a storm and sought refuge on this island, but from the sound, it seems to have struck a reef. Liu Zhenhan's mind raced.

It seems that heaven is intent on making things difficult for Liu Daguiren. The weather was fine with a bright moon and few stars when he fell asleep, but as night fell, a violent storm arose. Liu Zhenhan's small house, nestled behind a mound, was somewhat shielded from the strong winds by the surrounding obstacles, yet the rain falling from the sky could not be blocked. The roof made of tree leaves quickly revealed the shortcomings of Liu Zhenhan's hasty construction, leaking profusely from all sides

He drew out the gleaming curved dagger, and Liu Zhenhan was astonished at the strength he possessed, as he managed to cut a huge hole in the wooden panel of the porthole with just a few strokes.

With the rope, things became much easier. Liu Zhenhan climbed onto the ship without much effort. The ship was tilted at nearly a 40-degree angle, making it difficult to find a place to step, and he also had to prevent slipping. Liu Zhenhan painstakingly made his way into the cabin step by step. The flooding in the cabin was equally severe, with more than half of it submerged. The walls of the cabin were marked with traces left by the impact of gravity, and all the piled boxes and cabinets had tumbled together, chaotically forming a heap floating on water that reached up to his shins.

Gently embracing the completely naked little fox spirit in his arms, Liu Zhenhan closed his eyes. He felt his burning body come into contact with two cold yet soft entities, a sensation that intoxicated him

Liu Zhenhan wiped the droplets of water from his face, and a few wooden splinters embedded in his arm made him grimace in pain; these were left from when he had just broken through the hole

Damn it! Liu Zhenhan's face turned red with embarrassment

With this strike, not only was the chain severed, but the blade also became lodged in the wooden board. Liu Zhenhan exerted great effort to pull the knife out and forcefully tore open the wooden cover.

When Liu Zhenhan stumbled out of the red willow forest, the sound of wind and rain gradually subsided, and the rain began to soften, no longer stinging his face as it had before. Liu Zhenhan simply unfastened the wolf skin, allowing the rainwater to wash over his filthy body. Guoguo's fur was also very smooth, with the rainwater only clinging to its long eyelashes, leaving no trace on its body.

Liu Zhenhan did not think twice, donning a wolf skin and grabbing a whale bone cleaver, he charged into the curtain of rain. If there was still a chance for a ship to come to this deserted island, then this was his only opportunity to escape. This opportunity, even if it cost Liu Zhenhan half his life, he would not let it slip away. Liu Zhenhan's only wish was that this ship must not be destroyed. During his diving in the morning, the coral reefs he saw underwater made him aware of the immense dangers hidden beneath the calm surface of the sea.

If Liu Zhenhan's shock at seeing the blue giant wolf, which could unleash a blade of wind, stemmed from the depths of his heart and caused the Tangshan earthquake of 1976, then the "thing" that appeared in the box brought him a shock that could rival the earthquake of Pompeii in that year

As Liu Zhenhan slowly drew out the knife, he suddenly felt a beam of blue light emerge from the dark cabin. With the intermittent flashes of lightning outside, Liu Zhenhan could clearly see the evenly struck carbon elements on the blade, resembling beautiful brocade patterns, densely layered upon the surface of the knife.

The firewood outside has already been soaked through by the recent downpour, leaving no dry wood at all. Liu Zhenhan rushed outside, slapped his forehead, and repeatedly scolded himself for being foolish. He couldn't understand what was going on today, as he kept making some low-level, ridiculous mistakes, as if his nerves were misfiring.

The tail of the vixen in the box twitched slightly; although the movement was minimal, it was enough to create a few ripples in the still water.

Fortunately, the large ship swayed slightly and then steadied itself. The sound of the wooden planks creaking also diminished significantly. Liu Zhenhan weighed his options several times, but ultimately resolutely untied a vine that he had been carrying on his back. He took one end of the vine and stuffed it into Guoguo's mouth, saying, "Baby, go!"

Liu Zhenhan almost fell into the water, and then nervously groped the wooden box to climb back up. He had only one feeling: every pore in his body was trembling in suffocation

At this moment, the already tilted hull of the ship emitted a series of creaking sounds, reminiscent of grinding teeth. Liu Zhenhan's heart was pounding loudly, and he felt a deep sense of regret. He fervently hoped that this ship would not come crashing down like a bowl of noodles, bringing disaster upon him.

The vixen tied to the table had her head tilted to one side. Liu Zhenhan leaned down and pinched her neck with his fingers. Fortunately, there was a pulse, albeit very weak. Through the vixen's collar, one could see the pale shoulders marked with bruises left by the impact of gravity.

Trembling, he unveiled the garment, and Liu Zhenhan commanded himself to turn his head away, yet he was unable to do so. What a perfect body it was, the lines and level of development had reached the utmost beauty

Gripping the table, Liu Zhenhan was paddling in the water with both hands and feet, lamenting the loss of that barrel of wine, what a fine wine it was! Liu Zhenhan kept licking his lips, tasting the salty and bitter seawater