The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 685 "Group Buying for Discount" Tribe

"Master Fuli, I guarantee that I will absolutely not touch any of the burial objects in your City of the Dead. At most, an archaeological team will come to make rubbings of your writing and murals!"

"If you see anyone breaking the rules, just come and complain to me, and I'll stand up for you!"

Master Fuli looked at the black slime and assured him.

"Glug glug." The black slime was overjoyed and repeatedly expressed its gratitude to Master Fuli, saying that it was even preparing to build a shrine for Fuli in the City of the Dead.

"Forget about the altar, but you'll have to come with us later to give a statement about your king's life and his relationship with the pottery tribe."

Master Fuli waved his hand, indicating that the black slime didn't need to be too polite.

The Security Bureau excavated the ruins in order to gain insight into the past glory and technology of the Lingli civilization.

Now, there are living creatures here that can talk about the past. Whether or not we move the artifacts from the site back for archaeological research is irrelevant.

The saying "nothing beats a smooth journey" is quite fitting here.

Archaeological investigations are nowhere near as efficient as interrogating the individuals directly.

"Gulp?"

The black humanoid mucus looked puzzled, raised its hand, pointed to its own face, and an exclamation mark appeared above its head.

"Don't worry, would I lie to you, Master Fuli? My reputation is known far and wide."

Master Fuli spoke with a face full of confidence, saying that his fox products were highly praised throughout the entire internet.

The black, slimy substance nodded with a hint of disbelief.

……

Next, guided by black slime, the security personnel learned about the cave's history and general layout.

The cave actually had entrances and exits, but they were sealed off by the guards after the tribe was destroyed.

The entire artificial cave has three levels. The upper level is the cave where everyone is currently located, which is a cemetery for the burial of the tribe's honored warriors. The second level, which is the level where the treasure tree is located, is for royalty and nobility.

The third level was reserved for the king, but unfortunately, construction had not yet begun, as the entire tribe was destroyed by a natural disaster that was beyond human control.

The king died without a complete corpse.

The black slime proudly introduced itself to everyone, saying that it was once a member of the clay tribe, and was later transformed into a kind of fungal polymer through a clay box.

Its task is to guard the city of the dead, waking up once every few hundred years to gather its companions to clean the cemetery, and then returning to a withered state, becoming mold on the walls and sleeping until another cleaning day arrives.

"You...didn't go out?" Master Fuli asked the black slime with some curiosity.

The black slime shook its head. There were terrifying monsters outside, and the environment was not suitable for them.

They need a lot of water to survive, and the humidity needs to be at least 90%. Otherwise, they will wither and die after walking only a few kilometers.

In the black slime's mind, it had only fallen asleep and woken up dozens of times, and the destruction of the tribe seemed like a recent event.

The monster that wiped out their tribe may still be alive. That day was a time of utter despair for their tribe; they had just defeated other tribes, and the city-state had just begun constructing drainage ditches—everything was looking up.

But because the monster passed by, the king and the entire city-state vanished in an instant.

The monster swept away all the tribes and clans like it was doing a major cleanup, pushing them into the garbage heap and crushing everything they were proud of [divine intervention].

It's a light and ruthless statement; the apocalypse is nothing more than this.

It's like a "god" from ancient times.

It brought with it a cataclysmic natural disaster, sweeping across the entire world.

The black slime, at this point, couldn't help but show a look of emotion and melancholy: "Glug glug, glug."

It's a miracle that you're still alive in the outside world.

"What did it say?" Wang Qiqi was sometimes proud and sometimes melancholy when she saw the black slime. Looking at the strange scene of them, she was a little confused and asked the golden leopard what the slime had said.

"It told you the reason for the tribe's demise. I'll tell you more when we get back!" The leopard thought for a moment and then said to Wang Qiqi.

From the black slime's words, the leopard instinctively sensed something strange.

According to carbon-14 dating, the pottery tribe existed approximately 14,000 years ago. Around the same time, a city-state tribal civilization known as the Dadiwan Site existed in a neighboring province, and other provinces also witnessed similar human civilizations.

However, none of them were attacked by monsters. They developed in their respective territories or began to migrate to more suitable areas to live and develop.

These are all supported by archaeological data. None of the unearthed artifacts or murals contain any descriptions of the world-destroying monster described as having black slime.

But according to the black slime's account of the past, monsters comparable to primordial beings destroyed all city-states.

There is a logical contradiction and irrationality here.

Unless the monsters are selectively eliminated.

"When you talk about monsters, do you mean ones with pointed heads and a circular halo behind them, or ones covered in circular decorations?"

After listening to the slime's story, Master Fuli also felt something was strange and went straight to ask the slime a question.

"Gurgle gurgle!" Upon hearing this, the black slime's face showed a look of great shock, and its slime stood up in fright.

The black slime nodded vigorously, and there was a large halo behind the monster.

The endless divine light shone on the earth, and wherever it touched, everything immediately crumbled and fell apart.

Extremely terrifying—

Have you seen that monster?

Master Fuli: "."

Okay, that's enough questions. If we keep asking, everyone will have to sit in the interrogation room and sign a confidentiality agreement.

On Earth, if you encounter anything illogical that has a pointed, round, or halo-like feature, you can always attribute it to the Second Era.

The fungi that the clay tribe was playing with may have triggered a contingency plan laid out before the dragon people's demise.

Second-era fungi are all genetically contaminated with the characteristics of completely sterile organisms.

The Second Era was founded on these beings, and humanity is considered to be a continuation of their genetic lineage.

Thinking of this, a strange expression appeared on Master Fuli's face, and he muttered to himself:

"It can't be a discount for reaching a certain spending threshold, can it? Once the Second Era microbial population reaches a certain level, it will activate a certain sterilization program, summoning Second Era biological weapons to eradicate the ancient fungi of Earth."

"We should probably let Old Li know about this beforehand and ask him to dig deeper into this area, otherwise, if we really summon a dragon, then oh no!"

Master Fuli suppressed his thoughts and looked at Wang Qiqi, asking, "What time is it now? I need to get back to school before Aqing gets out, and I also have two video conferences to attend."

The matter of Baoshu is temporarily settled. Next, we'll play "The Human City Speedrun Guide" for it.

Although the matter of the karst cave pottery tribe is speculated to have a very wide impact, the security bureau needs to continue to investigate it more deeply.

An Sheng thought about it and felt that staying in the cave was like having a whimsical experience, like dancing on a grave.

Since there was nothing else to do, he decided to go out and wash off the dirt from the grave, then find a brazier to step over.

“Now? It’s just past five o’clock.” Wang Qiqi glanced at her watch and said, “If we take the helicopter back from here, we can get home before A-Qing gets out of school.”

"Then I'll trouble you to make the arrangements for me!" An Sheng said with a slight nod.

“Okay, but…” Wang Qiqi glanced at Master Fuli, then turned her gaze to Bashan Mosquito, or rather, to the precious tree curled up in Bashan Mosquito’s arms:
"Mr. Fuli, could you please lend me a hand? Our security bureau can't keep an eye on that guy."

An Sheng glanced sideways and looked at Grandpa Baoshu.

"Wow--"

Baoshu was startled and tightened its two little hands around the blanket that Wang Qiqi had handed it. It wrapped the blanket tightly around its body as if it were tree bark, and let out a "Wow".

An Sheng's face darkened: "."

I'm not going to hit you, what are you so surprised about? Where did your stubbornness go?

Although Baoshu looks like a child, he is not a child who is ignorant of the ways of the world.

It could be vaguely sensed.
It seems like Master Fuli wants to cook himself into soup?

(End of this chapter)