"Yip——"
After a yipping sound from a fox, the idle wild animals in the Qinling Mountain Range instinctively formed ground patrols, starting to scout their territories in an attempt to find the strange creature as described by Master Fuli.
Master Fuli was a benevolent lord; regardless of success or failure, he would always treat the fellows to a good meal.
To most wild animals, Master Fuli's "yip" was virtually equivalent to "a grand feast."
With one "yip," the animals in Qinling responded to the call, flipping over the hills.
"Moo——"
Upon hearing this, the yak in the ecological protection base turned and said to Master Fuli, "Sir! The helicopter is coming."
"Good!"
Sitting grandly in the base, sipping on ice-cold cola, Master Fuli looked up, acknowledged the message, and turned back to the screen of his phone.
It was the WeChat chat interface.
