As long as I catch it off guard, the Fox Spirit will definitely die.
"But Zhang Chen... will I accidentally harm Zhang Chen?" Zhang Chen hesitated slightly, but then shook his head: "Brother Zhang Chen, you can't blame me for this, if anything, you can only blame that Fox Spirit. Besides, the Fox Spirit always chooses to cook when Zhang Chen is not at home, so it shouldn't accidentally hurt Zhang Chen, right?"
Then Zhang Chen carefully extracted all the moisture from the eight wooden logs to ensure they would burn as quickly as possible, preferably exploding simultaneously.
He also covered the logs with some yellow mud to make them look old and unnoticeable.
