Chapter 1165 - 1162: Doggy Says, You Bought Me a Villa

"Ah Bai spoke, and it was in a strong, youthful voice..."

"It... has been calling me 'Little Master' since last night, and it said it has stored liquor at the bar. It told me to say its name when I go to the bar in Jiule City, and I can enjoy a 30% discount at all the bars..."

"I burned the exorcism talisman from the temple and mixed it into the soup for Ah Bai to drink, but I can still hear it talking."

Qiu Lingling, with a face full of tears almost ready to fall, said, "I feel like Ah Bai might be okay, but I'm the one with a problem."

Even though whipping Ah Bai with willow branches makes it yelp and jump, under the reflection of the talisman water and the Bagua mirror, Ah Bai clearly proved its innocence.

Everyone in the family says Ah Bai is normal, yet I'm the only one who can hear Ah Bai talking.

Qiu Lingling feels that it might be because the divine light from the three heavenly gods was too strong that night, and her body is weak, so she caught something on her way home.

"Uh..."

Listening to Sister Lingling's panicked words, Ah Qing's face showed a subtle emotion, and she tried to calm the frantic Sister Lingling by saying:

"I mean, is it possible that I can hear the little guy's conversation too?"

"Late at night, Sister Lingling, don't talk about supernatural stuff to scare people, okay."

Being able to hear animals talk is something you're born with, isn't it?

Back when I was little, lying on the bed, the mosquitoes were discussing Beethoven's 'Symphony of Fate' in public.

They said they're planning to perform it for me once I fall asleep.

"Uh... are you saying I've awakened a superpower?"

Qiu Lingling was taken aback and glanced at Ah Bai locked in the bathroom.

"Awoo..." Ah Bai was squatting on the toilet, its face flushed red with effort, humming with grunts.

How... what did I eat? Feels like I'm producing steel down there, the swallows are burning.

Something's not right! Probably 90% not right, who is plotting against my rear and trying to take Ah Bai's throne?

"You can't really call it a superpower, it's more like, if you spend a lot of time with animals and understand all their behavior habits, you can sort of interpret what they say."

"And then, your brain translates it." Ah Qing said nonsense seriously, turning her past vague feelings into a description relating to Qiu Lingling.

"Is it like that?"

Qiu Lingling chatted with Ah Qing for quite a while, finally accepting that she apparently awakened a superpower.

After hanging up the phone with Ah Qing, Qiu Lingling turned towards the bathroom and tentatively spoke to Ah Bai, who was washing its bottom at the faucet:

"Ah Bai... it's New Year's Eve today, is there anything you'd like to eat tonight, or any friends you'd like to invite over?"

"Woof, woof woof..." Ah Bai thought for a moment, looked joyfully at Qiu Lingling, stretched its front paws out, and started dancing the 'Dance of the Harvest' on the bathroom floor.

I want pork belly!

The basin is always full of seafood, either octopus, crabs, or fish as big as dogs. I'm a hunting dog, and on New Year's Eve, I want a big hunk of meat; I don't want to be a cat.

Oh, right!

I may not have cash for red envelopes, but I've prepared a mansion for Little Master. Once you have the key, you can move in. But it seems I haven't paid the property, utility, and gas bills for a long time, so you'll need to take care of that.

"I think I might have a fever..." Qiu Lingling murmured as she lay in bed, touched her forehead, and showed a bitter smile. "My superpower seems to lean a bit toward artificial stupidity..."

"Even though it feels warm in my heart, Ah Bai couldn't sell its flaming backside for a mansion, could it?"

"Awoo?"

Ah Bai looked at the Little Master in confusion, turning its head back to look at its rear. Did I just shoot sparks?

No wonder my butt hurts so much, spraying sparks requires planetary engine-level propulsion...

...

Meanwhile, as Qiu Lingling and Ah Bai stared at each other, with humans and dogs talking past each other.

The Falcon 8X landed at Zen City Airport.

Momo, who had been waiting there, immediately pulled her friend onto the little fox's private jet.

"Sisters for a lifetime, would I deceive you? If Master Fuli didn't have true skill, could he take a private jet?"

"Don't worry, there's definitely no chanting people circling you with 'Namo Amitabha, Amen to the Almighty Lord'..."

Momo strode forward briskly, dragging behind her a girl of about five-foot-three with a high ponytail, her face slender enough to reveal cheekbone outlines.

The girl was in her early twenties, dressed modestly without any trendy or luxury brands, wearing red high-top canvas shoes with a slight touch of youthful vibrancy.

She wore a pair of red frame glasses, her face particularly youthful like a middle schooler, but the mental exhaustion and slenderness weakened that youthful feeling.

"Welcome to Lingnan, Master Fuli..." After boarding the aircraft cabin, the first thing Momo did was rub shoulders with Huhu.

"Here, you can eat light, but the salt content in your mouth can't be low."

"If it's even a bit lower, the ancestors won't protect you." Momo hugged Master Fuli and then took Yang Xinyan's hand to introduce everyone's names to Ah Qing.

Along the way, she explained some local customs to the little fox, visiting Lingnan for the first time.

Here you can be refined, eat light, but not miss out on the knack of 'bad mouthiness'.

If you don't insult people verbally, people start insulting you here.

"Whimper..."

Ansheng, full of disdain, stretched out his paw to push Momo's cheek.

"I, having just taken a bath, now you have left a face full of red marks on me, do I still go out shopping?"

After complaining about Momo, Ansheng looked at Yang Xinyan hiding behind Momo.

"This Fox Immortal wouldn't bite people, right?" Although Yang Xinyan was saying Immortal, because there isn't any Fox Immortal culture locally, she turned to Ah Qing to ask about Master Fuli's temperament.

"I haven't seen him bite anyone; he has a cleanliness obsession. I begged him for half a year to bite my hand, but he never did."

Ah Qing, with total confidence, patted her chest for assurance.

"A cleanliness obsession? That's a good thing!" Upon hearing Ah Qing's assurance, Yang Xinyan smiled, her eyebrows curving.

"My friend likes anything furry too, but besides her own ragdoll cat, she basically doesn't touch any other furry things, even my Great White..." Momo explained to Ah Qing and the little fox.

When Yang Xinyan is out and about, besides her own possessions or those of familiar people, she definitely avoids touching anything unfamiliar. If she accidentally touches something, she immediately washes her hands in the bathroom.

If there's no water, she'd keep her hands raised, keeping the soiled palms as far from herself as possible.

"You've got character! Next time in the mountains, I'll definitely take you!" Ansheng chuckled, expressing a playful "whimper."

After everyone introduced themselves, Momo self-consciously went to the fridge to fetch a cold can of cola for Master Fuli.

"Your friend..."

Ansheng, sitting on the table, used his paw to tap the back of Yang Xinyan's hand, slightly sensing a few things, and with blood and flesh insight receiving key information, he casually spoke words:

"I checked her body; there's really no difference from normal people, but I did find traces of spiritual particles and bee venom peptides, indicating she often gets stung by a certain type of bee."

Yang Xinyan's physical condition is quite good. Her skinny face is simply due to long-term mental excitement, poor sleep, and a bad appetite, causing it.

Besides this, traces of bee venom were discovered in her body.

Although it's extremely faint, it's intricately mixed with spiritual particles, which Ansheng quickly sensed.

"Bee venom?"

Momo appeared puzzled, looking at this friend who was afraid of roaches and insects, paving her lawn with cement and refusing to go mountain climbing.

"No! I swear to the heavens, I absolutely haven't secretly gone hiking or camping," Yang Xinyan firmly held up three fingers, swearing directly to the sky.

"Besides, my what... only flares up when seeing aluminum or He Sisi."