“Why are you here again?”

“I came to see him, to see if he’s doing well.”

“You’re not human.”

“True, I’m not human, but how many men haven’t dreamt of being seduced by a fox spirit?”

“You’re annoying.”

“About as annoying as you.”

The white fox sat on the windowsill, a cigarette between her fingers, dressed in an exaggerated nightclub dress from the last century, resembling Anita Mui's image.

The little loli sat at her desk in her bedroom, with her homework in front of her.

“She has to sleep before ten. When you come, I have to come out and watch you, and help her with her elementary school homework.”

“I think you’re enjoying it.”

“You can see that?”

“Yes, I can see it. But I have to remind you of something. I’ve heard that some ghost messengers can be assimilated by the host's consciousness, eventually driving themselves crazy.”

What the white fox didn't know was that,

there really was one like that in Tongcheng before, almost mentally deranged, and was finally saved in Boss Zhou's belly.

“You don’t understand.”

“I do. You envy her life, you yearn for her life, you even fantasize about whether you can live it again this way?

Speaking of which,

weren’t you lacking fatherly and motherly love in your previous life, and your study conditions weren’t very good either?”

Not many people know about these things.

The little loli glanced at the windowsill but didn’t answer.

“I guessed it. It’s obvious. You’re dreaming. This isn’t one of those ‘rebirth’ novels. This dream is too shallow, not worth having.”

“You came all the way here late at night just to talk about psychology?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“I don’t know what I’m afraid of, I just suddenly feel scared.

Before, except for occasionally coming here, I spent most of my time in that clubhouse. I can give him a membership card, and he can come to my place to spend money. It's over on the highway side, near Yangzhou.”

“I’ll thank you for him.”

“No need to thank me, it’s what I should do.”

“You’re off-topic.”

“I’m off-topic. Where were we? Oh, right, I suddenly feel not so good these days, panicking all the time, and I can't even enter meditation.”

“Scaring yourself?”

“I’m a demon, you’re a ghost turned from a human. Actually, to be honest, which demon isn’t climbing out of the corpses of other animals after surviving a near-death experience?

If you don’t have some agility or something called a sixth sense, you would have died countless times.

You humans always like to use ‘the law of the jungle’ to lament some things,

but I grew up in the old forest,

if I don’t believe in my sixth sense, what should I believe in?”

The little loli shook her head slightly. “So, you came here to?”

“I’m a little panicked, and I don’t want to go back to the old forest. I want to find a nest nearby to hide for a while.”

“Go to the bookstore?”

“It can’t be here.”

“Actually, I really don’t recommend you go to the bookstore.”

Because, if something is going to happen in Tongcheng, the bookstore can't not be involved.

Moreover,

during the day at the bookstore,

Boss Zhou has clearly told his subordinates and others that a major event may happen in a while, so Yue Ya and other foreign ghost messengers did not go back, but stayed in Tongcheng, ready to be summoned at any time.

“But I can’t think of anywhere else to go. I’m so cute and adorable, I should still be very popular, right?

Whether it’s as a cute pet or an rbq (a derogatory internet slang),

how many people can refuse?”

The little loli thought of the flower ferret that the boss had just brought back to the bookstore today, put down her pencil, and said helplessly:

“There are already quite a few animals in the store now.”

“Isn't it just a monkey? What, there are more? Does your boss usually seem unapproachable to women? Does he like love that transcends race?

Otherwise, why does he always bring animals home?”

“If you want to go, you can go. I won’t stop you.”

“Aren’t you going?”

“I’m waiting for a call.”

The implication is,

I'll go when you need my help.

“Well, maybe you’re the smartest.” The white fox walked down from the windowsill and stood in front of a group of cloth dolls, picking at them casually. “Staying away from trouble, and having such a good excuse and reason.

But as I said last time, how is it possible to want to get ahead without getting your clothes wet at all?

It’s like those princesses in club KTVs who sell their smiles but not their bodies, they only stick to the last bit of their bottom line, but they also understand that it’s impossible not to be taken advantage of by the guests.”

“I don’t need you to teach me what to do.”

“Fate is like this, it was already destined from the moment you were forcibly taken as his subordinate.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t know. You’re a ghost messenger. Remove the ‘messenger’ and you’re just a ‘ghost.’

A ghost, infatuated with the warmth of a family in the mortal world, infatuated with a father, infatuated with a karmic relationship,

I don’t even need to give an example of similar tragic stories. Usually, you can tell the ending is definitely tragic just by looking at the beginning.

Most importantly, he’s not a g father.”

“You talk too much.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t bother you. Can I go downstairs and see him? I’ll leave after I see him and go to the bookstore, begging for shelter.”

The little loli lowered her head, picked up her pen, and continued doing her homework.

The white fox walked towards the door, her figure transforming from a human into a white fox, her fur crystal clear and smooth, her fox eyes full of a pool of spring water.

She went downstairs and came to the living room.

The living room was empty, but filled with the aroma of meat soup.

In the kitchen, the hostess was still preparing a midnight snack late at night, but this midnight snack was really not light at all. She was cooking meat, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

The white fox shook her head and walked to the door of the study, slipping in through the crack.

She saw the man sitting behind his desk looking at medical records. He was very serious, his brow furrowed, and he occasionally picked up a pen to write and draw, making notes.

A serious man is the most handsome.

The white fox has lived for a long time. In her heart, there is naturally no concept of male superiority over female inferiority. If any man dares to babble about the wife being the husband's superior in front of her, she doesn't mind making him unable to perform sexually for the rest of his life.

But she naturally is good at admiring and observing the so-called "beauty" of men.

The one in front of her,

is undoubtedly a very beautiful one.

His tenderness, his consideration, his temperament, his elegance,

It's a pity that the Qing Dynasty is gone,

otherwise, letting him be a poor scholar,

and having a lakeside encounter,

what a wonderful thing that would be.

The white fox watched quietly at the door. She didn't make a sound. In fact, she knew that he shouldn't be sure of her existence.

She watched like this for a long, long time,

before the white fox reluctantly turned and left.

Wine is a poison that passes through the intestines, and lust is a knife above the head.

The white fox shook her tail,

She was ready to leave,

She needed to seek shelter,

Things that are too gentle and beautiful are often fragile.

She came to the living room again,

and saw the hostess putting a large pot of meat soup on the coffee table.

But what was a little surprising was that there were also several light side dishes next to the meat soup.

The hostess should be much better than before, but some habits that were almost integrated into her bones still seemed to be impossible to change, for example, she liked to make meat soup.

Even if she made many other dishes, if she didn't make meat soup, and there wasn't this hard dish supporting the dinner table, she wouldn't feel satisfied, like forcing a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder to death.

And he would still happily drink the soup and eat the meat,

Is it acting or a genuine expression of emotion?

Or, is it an act of genuine expression?

The white fox stood by the coffee table while the hostess went to knock on the study door to call her husband out for a midnight snack.

In the soup pot, white steam curled upwards,

A thought suddenly popped into the white fox's mind,

Since he likes to drink meat soup, since he likes to eat meat,

then,

fox meat,

is it okay?

As soon as this thought came to mind,

the white fox immediately shook her head,

and also felt a burst of fear in her heart,

Why would she have such a terrible thought?

She wanted him to eat her,

but not in this way.

At the same time,

she also felt a little lucky,

Perhaps,

was it because she didn't like him enough?

The white fox walked out of the door,

walked out of the villa,

walked out of the residential area,

and walked onto the road.

She slowly transformed from a white fox back into a woman, wearing a white down jacket, with a pure yet charming style.

She knew how to perfectly show the beauty of women,

and she enjoyed it,

This wasn't to please the men of the past,

but just to not let down the talent that God had given her,

Although,

this God seemed to really want to strike herself to death with a bolt of lightning.

As she walked,

the white fox felt a little tired. She didn't want to take a taxi because her mind was a little messed up. Affection, love, desire, life, death, many things were constantly stewing in her mind.

This reminded her of when she was not yet transformed, and was caught by an old hunter. The old hunter didn't kill her and skin her, but instead invited her to eat something with him, a broken iron pot, a big hodgepodge.

She also drank alcohol, and finally she and the old hunter were both drunk.

When she woke up,

the old hunter was gone.

Several years later,

she transformed into a human and planned to find him with gold to repay his kindness, because he was too old, an old man, and she didn't want to repay his kindness with her body.

But the old hunter had already died,

so she put the gold in the hunter's house hall,

Later,

the hunter's three sons fought for this piece of gold, one was disabled, one died, and the other was arrested by the government.

After hearing about these things,

she was still confused for a long time.

Perhaps,

if the old hunter had a soul in heaven, and he could choose again, he would have skinned her that day.

Hahahaha...

As she walked,

she sat down at a secluded bus stop.

Her tail was exposed, swaying gently in the darkness behind her, and then went up to her neck, like putting on a scarf for herself.

The white fox greedily stroked her tail,

She also liked and was addicted to this feel,

but,

when her hand touched the terrible scar at the root of her tail,

her whole body suddenly trembled,

She recalled being in the bathhouse,

the sorrow of the severed tail…

………………

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