The warmth from the Late Night Bookstore’s radiator made Zhou Ze feel uncomfortable; it always felt too stuffy.

In his two lifetimes, he had never really lived in the true north. The so-called heating systems basically stopped around Xuzhou, the northernmost part of Jiangsu Province.

That luxury of northeasterners, young and old, wearing short sleeves and eating popsicles indoors in the dead of winter, was something people who grew up around Tong City couldn't experience.

Zhou Ze liked the cold and was resistant to it. He was a tough guy who could sleep soundly even in a freezer. But to take care of the others in the bookstore, he couldn't turn the place into an icebox.

The white fox didn't consider herself an outsider at all. Beautiful women have that kind of confidence; there's always a simp somewhere.

Well, except in the bookstore.

She couldn't seduce the bookstore owner. No, it was that he didn't react at all!

That old geezer liked older women. Actually, she *was* old, much older than most women, but the old geezer wanted them to *look* old, which was impossible.

As for the cook, a man as beautiful as she was... who would seduce whom?

The only lawyer who could exchange flirtatious glances with her was still in Sichuan running his "Late Night Sanatorium."

The white fox felt a little lonely. She took a shower and went upstairs to the room she had just cleaned out.

When the old Daoist renovated, he widened the second floor a bit. While preserving the original layout, he connected it to the vegetable garden, which created a few more rooms, so there was no shortage of places to sleep.

The white fox lay on the bed, her jade legs spread out, holding a copy of *Vista Looking at the World* magazine that she had grabbed from the bookshelf on her way up, flipping through it casually.

As she flipped, she got a little sleepy. She decided to go to sleep.

She threw the magazine onto the floor, lay down, and stared at the ceiling.

Unconsciously, the scene of her bathing that night floated into her mind.

The old man suddenly appeared, and with a flute, cut off her tail.

A look of ferocity appeared on her originally delicate face. She hated him, she definitely hated him, hated him to the bone.

That old thing almost ruined her!

She had been around for so many years and had never felt so stifled!

She closed her eyes, preparing to rest. She still had plenty of energy, but there was nothing else to do right now.

She bent her legs, lying on her side. From behind, her charming, round buttocks would be enough to make more than ninety-nine percent of men lose control.

But, she had only closed her eyes for a short time when she opened them again.

Hmm, something felt wrong?

The white fox sat up in bed.

She didn't know where this feeling of unease came from, but after all, she was a great demon who had come out of the jungle, so she still had some sensitivity.

She got out of bed and began to scan the entire room with her eyes.

Because the newly opened rooms weren't the main bedrooms of the people in the bookstore, the old Daoist didn't make them very big when he designed the renovation, at most playing the role of a small guest room.

The room was just this small.

Just as the white fox began to doubt herself, her eyes suddenly fixed!

On the bed where she had just been lying, a piece of gold had appeared!

The gold was the size of an adult's fist, lying there quietly.

The white fox's breathing began to quicken.

She recognized this piece of gold.

Yes, she recognized it!

It wasn't just the legendary "dragon" that had the habit of collecting treasures.

These monsters that had long developed intelligence, even if they hadn't yet transformed into humans, would deliberately collect "gold and silver" from human society.

The white fox shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

This... how was this possible?

She turned around, opened the door, and no one was in the hallway. However, when she walked out of the room, she found herself standing in a funeral hall.

Nearby, people were crying, people were making noise.

The crying was mixed with the clamor, and the suffocating smoke and ash from the candles was almost enough to drive her crazy!

"Damn it, who's using illusions to play with me!"

The white fox screamed.

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

There was a sound of banging.

This sound was like a drumbeat urging her to her death, striking her heart again and again.

The white fox seemed a little disoriented.

She opened her mouth, and three tails appeared behind her.

Everything around her began to distort.

Her emerald green fox eyes quickly captured a crack.

She reached out with both hands and tore at it.

With a "whoosh," all the previous scenes disappeared.

The white fox bent over, supporting herself on her thighs with both hands, panting heavily.

Not daring to linger, the white fox immediately rushed down the stairs, shouting:

"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming!!!!!!!!!"

She believed that the people in the bookstore should know who the "he" she was shouting about was because that "he" had almost destroyed the entire bookstore in the past.

Although she hated that person, and although she had deliberately come to the bookstore to wait for a chance to take revenge, she wasn't so naive as to think that she could deal with him alone.

However, when she ran down the stairs, she saw the old Daoist behind the counter calculating with an account book.

She saw the bookstore owner still lying on the sofa, looking out the window.

The bookstore's female zombie was helping the owner refill his coffee.

And the cook was still squatting on the snow, playing at being melancholy!

When she came down, no one paid any attention to her.

No one saw her.

The white fox panicked.

She felt like she was already trapped.

But what frightened her the most was that she had clearly come out of the illusion just now, so why couldn't the people here still see her?

Could it be that they were all… suddenly collectively blind?

"Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump!"

The bathroom door began to be banged on.

The white fox turned to look at the bathroom.

"Bang!"

The bathroom door was pushed open, and wisps of white smoke billowed out.

The white fox gritted her teeth and approached. She would meet soldiers with weapons and water with earth. After all, she was a great demon who had fought her way out of the old forest, and she still had the courage to fight!

However, what the white fox hadn't expected was that when the bathroom door was kicked open, nothing remarkable rushed out.

The bathroom was decorated like a small mourning hall, with black and white banners hanging.

A thin coffin lay there.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The coffin lid began to tremble.

It seemed like something inside was about to come out.

What the hell was going on!

"Clang!"

Something heavy metal fell from the coffin lid.

It was a piece of gold the size of an adult's fist.

Gold, it was that piece of gold again!

The white fox's expression suddenly changed.

"Crash!"

The coffin lid was lifted, and a withered old man sat up from inside.

He was wearing a shroud.

The burial objects in the coffin were also very sparse, just a hunting bow and a hunting dog's collar.

When she saw the old man, the white fox's lips trembled.

Obviously, she recognized this old man.

The old man grinned, his eyes sunken, and said:

"Why only give one? Why only give one? Why only give one…………"

"I…………"

The white fox was a little caught off guard. Facing this old and tall figure that had lingered in her memory for many years, she seemed very weak and vulnerable.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

A middle-aged man walked out from behind the bookshelf.

His face was pale, and an arrow was stuck in his chest, right in the center of his heart!

"Why only give one? Why only give one? Why only give one…………"

The middle-aged man stared at the white fox with dead eyes and questioned her.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

At the entrance of the bookstore, a middle-aged man wearing a white coat with shackles on his body walked in. He staggered as he walked, but he was very determined, constantly murmuring:

"Why only give one? Why only give one? Why only give one…………"

The white fox felt like her head was about to explode.

She immediately covered her ears, and the tails behind her grew out, beginning to swing wildly.

However, when she covered her ears and lowered her head, she saw a middle-aged man on the ground.

His legs dragged on the ground, and he could only crawl with his hands.

He had come silently under the white fox at some point, but the white fox hadn't noticed at all.

"Why only give one? Why only give one? Why only give one…………"

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

The white fox staggered backward.

Then she squatted down.

Blood began to flow from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Her soul seemed to be enduring the pain of being torn apart.

It was a living hell!

"Why only give one!"

"Why only give one!"

"Why only give one?"

"Why only give one…………"

The white fox's face was extremely pale, and white fur had begun to appear on her body, obviously a sign that she couldn't even maintain her human form.

"I didn't want to, I didn't want to, I really didn't want to, didn't want to………………"

The white fox knelt on the ground, feeling wronged and weeping bitterly.

However, when she raised her head again, she found that the coffin had actually appeared in front of her.

The old man in the coffin leaned out, looking at the white fox kneeling on the ground from a very close distance.

"I didn't want to... I really didn't want to... I didn't know it would be like this... I really didn't know it would be like this..."

The white fox cried as she looked at the old man in front of her.

She still remembered that in that winter, the old man caught her, but he set up a pot in the dilapidated wooden house with her and shared a pot of hot stew with her.

The old man's expression was like crying and laughing.

He looked at the white fox and said:

"Are you blind... or am I... am I blind?"

The white fox was stunned.

In her eyes, blood dripped out.

…………

Many years ago, in that autumn, she came back to find the old man. She wanted to repay his kindness.

Dressed in white, she brought the piece of gold she had collected to the village, but saw that the old man's family was holding a funeral.

White sails fluttered, and the sound of crying was faint.

Under the altar table in the mourning hall, three filial sons were kneeling.

The old man was dead.

The white fox felt a little sad.

She looked at the three filial sons kneeling below and then at the piece of gold in front of her.

Three people, three shares.

She reached out with her claws.

Although she couldn't transform into a human form at that time, it wasn't a problem to cut gold with her claws.

Three people, divide into three shares.

However, when her claws touched the gold, the white fox stopped.

A sly look appeared in her eyes.

Why should I divide it?

I'll just throw the whole piece over there and let you guys fight over it yourselves.

Hee hee hee, fun, fun.

Hee hee hee, interesting, interesting…