The fox spirit, drunk, arrived before the fence. Unlike Meng Meng, she didn't need to undress before transforming to avoid tearing her clothes. She also had small beasts like weasels and martens. After transforming, their bodies shrank, so they could transform inside their clothes. The clothes would sag, and their beast forms would emerge from them.
After transforming, the fox spirit sprinted and attempted to leap onto the chicken farm's fence, but failed twice. The second attempt ended with her head hitting the top of the wall. The fox's body slid down the wall, and she collapsed on the ground, panting.
Helplessly, I got out of the car and walked over to check. "How much did you drink..."
"Jiji..."
I helped the fox up, feeling her weight was not much, perhaps around ten catties, definitely not exceeding twelve.
"If I throw you over, can you land steadily?" I asked.
The fox squinted, wagged her tail, and nodded, possibly intending to use her tail to find balance in the air.
I grabbed the fox's hind legs, spun around twice, and like a hammer thrower, used the momentum of my waist to hurl her over the fence.
*Boom...*
After a dull thud, dog barks erupted from inside. I quickly activated my Qi Sensing technique. Fortunately, she wasn't dead from the fall. The fox spirit's aura began moving towards the numerous chickens, and as she walked, she made grumbling noises, seemingly praising her food, muttering things like "Chicken, you're too beautiful" and "Jiji, jiji, beibei."
There were streetlights outside the chicken farm, but no surveillance cameras. I didn't need to deliberately avoid anything, so I stood outside the car. Ever since I gained the Qi Sensing technique, I felt safer standing in open areas, as I could monitor my surroundings from all angles. Sitting inside the car, the metal pillars A, B, and C, along with the roof, would obstruct some of the detection angles, creating blind spots.
Nothing unusual.
Bored, I noticed a tattered soccer ball by the roadside across the street, seemingly discarded by some child. I walked over, intending to practice juggling. Despite my physical enhancements and Lin Xi channeling true qi into my "golden right foot" during the day's match, I didn't score a single goal, and we only won thanks to Lin Xi. I was too clumsy, so I needed to practice well, just in case I had another chance to play with her in the future.
After practicing for a while, a car slowly approached in the distance. Worried it might be someone looking for the ball, I stopped, held the ball, and stood by the roadside to wait. It was an old model Toyota Crown, driven by a beautiful woman, with another beautiful woman in the passenger seat. The car stopped beside me, the passenger window rolled down, and the woman asked with a smile, "Hello, sir. We're from out of town, could you tell us how to get to Milan Pastries?"
Indeed, it was an out-of-province license plate from a southern province. Her accent also didn't sound local, and I couldn't quite place it.
"It's too late, Milan Pastries is already closed," I said. Although her family had many people, they closed precisely at 11 PM every day, at least that's what was written on the large sign outside.
"It's okay, we're meeting someone there. We have an appointment," the girl said again.
"I can't really describe the location. How about this, give me your phone, and I'll set up navigation for you," I offered, extending my hand.
"Okay." The girl pressed the unlock button on her phone but immediately retracted it, handing me another Apple phone from the center console.
Though I only caught a glimpse, I saw that many of the apps on her first phone had Japanese annotations below them.
No wonder her accent was unusual; she was from Sakura Country. The Northeast region was once occupied by Sakura Country, so there are still quite a few people from Sakura Country here, and interactions between the two peoples are frequent. I had encountered many in Shengjing.
The second Apple phone had its display in Chinese. I found the address for Milan Pastries and set it as the navigation destination, then returned the phone to her.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," I replied.
The Crown sedan slowly moved forward, and the girl nodded at me as she rolled up the window.
Purely to verify my judgment, as the window was almost fully closed, I suddenly shouted, "Jiu Dou!"