I picked up the fox pelt with the bone hairpin, and looked at the largest fox, saying, "I know you want this thing, and it's not impossible to give it to you, but not now. Please make way for the dead to return to dust, or I'll burn it all. "With that, I brought the fox pelt closer to the brazier.
Hearing that I was going to burn the fox pelt, several large foxes became anxious. They let out strange whimpering sounds and wanted to step forward, but they were afraid I would ignite the pelt, stamping their feet anxiously. However, they still did not allow us to leave.
I snorted coldly and was about to throw the fox pelt into the brazier.
"Stop. I can agree to let you leave first, but you must let me have a look at the pelt in your hand." The voice came from behind the fox pack. The tone was strange, as if the speaker had something in his mouth.
The fox pack parted, and a fox larger than a wolfdog, with fur that was red and white and tinged with gray, emerged from the pack. Its eyes sparkled with intelligence. If it weren't for its fox body, I would have mistaken its eyes for human eyes.
"It... it can talk?" the coffin bearer, who was standing behind me and wanted to escape, exclaimed with a trembling voice. If he hadn't been surrounded by foxes, he would have long since fled.
Zhang Cheng was also scared pale. Carrying coffins sometimes involved strange occurrences, but they were usually within the realm of "human" affairs. A talking fox was something he had never encountered before.
Its appearance not only terrified the coffin bearer but also made me feel a bit uneasy. Although it seemed reasonable now, it was only because I held a "magic weapon" that could restrain it. Once it got what it wanted, no one could guarantee whether it would keep its word.
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I glanced at Zhang Dabiao and saw that his eyes were fixed on the suddenly appearing fox. He gripped his mountain-splitting saber tightly, his hand trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or excitement.
"No!" Zhang Dabiao refused outright. "You foxes are the most cunning and treacherous. If we give you the thing, will we still be alive to leave? Qingyun, throw it directly into the brazier and burn it."
"Hmph!"
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I intended to have you hand over the item obediently, but it seems you intend to confront me head-on. Then die!"
At the old fox's command, all the surrounding foxes, with red eyes, lunged forward. The old fox, in particular, fixed its gaze on me, or rather, on the fox pelt in my hand.
Seeing this, I moved my hand to throw the fox pelt into the brazier, but at the moment the pelt was about to fall into the brazier, it was caught by a large hand.
I instinctively looked back, and my scalp tingled, my legs went weak, and I was barely able to keep myself from falling to the ground.
"Uncle Zhang."
The one who took the fox pelt was none other than Zhang's father, who was lying on the bier. His appearance had completely changed. His face was covered in red fur, about a thumb in length, and his pair of scarlet eyes were fixed on the old fox.
Zhang Cheng and the other two coffin bearers had already collapsed to the ground in fright and fainted. The surrounding foxes also stopped their attack, seemingly very wary of Zhang's father.
"Dad..." Zhang Dabiao looked at his father standing before the coffin and knelt down with a thud.
The old fox narrowed its long, narrow eyes into slits. Looking at Zhang's father, who had stood up, it said, "I knew long ago that you had a backup plan. Even if you've turned into a blood fiend, you can't stop me from taking back our ancestor's belongings..."
His answer was Zhang's father's roar. His body leaped forward like a cannonball, soaring over my head and smashing heavily into the old fox's face. A wave of bloody ripples spread out in front of Zhang's father. Except for the old fox he directly confronted, all the other foxes, whether large or small, became rolling gourds, some dead, some injured.
The smell of blood also formed a bloody mist in the air, which took a long time to descend.
I swallowed my saliva and looked at Zhang's father, who had suddenly turned into a mess, not knowing what to say. I could only express my shock with three consecutive exclamations in my heart.
Zhang Dabiao, who was kneeling on the ground, also stood up abruptly. He intended to hunt foxes with his father, but Zhang's father stopped him. He looked back at Zhang Dabiao and muttered a few times before spitting out the word "go." Although his voice was somewhat clear, the concern in it could still be heard.
"Want to leave? You killed so many of my children, I will make sure your entire family dies."
The old fox opened its large mouth and spewed out a mouthful of foxfire with a chilling aura. Zhang's father dodged, and the foxfire directly hit the coffin, instantly covering it with a layer of frost. Then it shattered into a pile of sawdust, leaving nothing behind.
Seeing that Zhang Dabiao seemed unwilling, I picked up the mountain-splitting saber and was about to charge forward, but I blocked his path first.
"Brother Zhang, Father is fighting with his will controlling his body. If his instincts are fully awakened, he won't recognize you, and no one knows what he might do. Besides, there are still them."
Zhang Dabiao looked at his father, who was locked in a fierce battle with the old fox, and then at Zhang Cheng, who was lying on the ground, unconscious. He gritted his teeth and could only take them away first. The old fox's foxfire earlier had hit the coffin; if it had hit a person, there would have been nothing left.
Zhang's father's attack had eliminated all the large foxes surrounding the old fox, leaving only some normal foxes to surround us and prevent us from leaving.
But facing Zhang Dabiao, this killer star, they were completely outmatched. After killing seven or eight of them in succession, he finally saw fear in the eyes of these foxes. Most importantly, the old fox and Zhang's father had already fought their way down the mountain. Under the moonlight, flashes of white and red light could be seen intermittently, making it look like a rainbow light.
At this moment, Zhang Cheng also woke up and roused the other unconscious coffin bearers. Then, the group ran while fending off the foxes' attacks. They only stopped when they heard a scream from the old fox. The pursuing foxes stopped in their tracks, their eyes clearly showing unwillingness.
It was obvious that these foxes were worried about the old fox. After glancing at us with unwilling expressions, they turned and ran towards the direction of the fierce battle, clearly intending to help the old fox. Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao wanted to follow and help.
"Brother Zhang, those small foxes going there won't make much of a difference. For every one that goes, one will die. We should go back and treat our wounds first, and then decide when it's dawn..."
Zhang Dabiao sighed and said nothing, because he also knew that his father was no longer the same father. However, it would take him time to let go of the burden in his heart.
"Understood! Let's go."