The faceless woman didn't know the specific details of what the fox spirit had told her parents in their dreams. All she knew was that her brother had picked up a bag on a road without surveillance cameras. The bag was full of cash, a full two million yuan.

Her brother didn't hesitate at all. He took the money and bought an apartment he had been eyeing for a long time, and then hired a renovation company.

Two million yuan was a lot of money, but after buying the apartment and hiring the renovation company, he only had a few thousand yuan left. But her brother still ostentatiously took his girlfriend to look at cars, not seeming worried about money at all.

Sure enough, after her brother picked out a car, he went back to the road where he had found the money. By chance, he found another bag of money, which was enough to pay for the car and still have some left over. Her parents took the money and bought her a lot of clothes. Her mother said that she had been beautiful and loved to dress up when she was young, but her family was poor and she had never worn any nice clothes. Now she could finally be beautiful.

The faceless woman wanted to say that she had saved money and given it all to her family, and hadn't even bought herself a decent outfit. But in the end, she didn't say it.

Forget it, she didn't even have the right to decide how to spend the money she earned, let alone other people's money. She decided she wouldn't do that dream.

Just as the faceless woman was taking her salary and thinking of buying herself a decent outfit, the young girl selling clothes looked at her and screamed in fright.

Then, the faceless woman discovered that she had become what she was now.

At first, the faceless woman only suspected that this matter might be related to the fox spirit in her home. But she clung to a glimmer of hope and didn't want to believe it. It wasn't until my abacus calculated that it required her parents' lifespan that she was certain that her parents had sold her face to the fox spirit for money.

After listening to the faceless woman's description, I told her to wait a moment and went upstairs to consult with Miss Eight.

Miss Eight wore a cold expression and barely paid attention to me. I promised her that when I had resolved this matter, I would buy her a hundred chickens and hold a full chicken feast. Only then did she deign to glance at me.

"No, I'm tired of eating chicken every time. I want to eat rabbit, and a white-furred rabbit."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. You want to eat rabbit, and a white-furred rabbit? Why don't you just tell me you want to eat all those unlucky rabbits who grind medicine?

Can that stuff even be eaten? If you really eat those rabbits, what will you do if you get into a fight with someone again? Whether you get beaten up or they beat you up, wouldn't the little medicine grinders have to clean up the mess?

I'm keeping those troublemaking beasts around, how could I not keep those unlucky rabbits?

But now I had something to consult with Miss Eight about, so I had to ask her nicely and couldn't lecture her. I could only ask with a smile, "What conflict did you have with the medicine grinders? Did they break your makeup mirror again? If they broke your makeup mirror, I'll buy you a new one, even prettier than the last one."

Miss Eight looked at me. "You really should buy me a new makeup mirror. I've been using that one for months. Now that my face hasn't recovered, I can only rely on wearing more makeup. But that's not why I'm angry now."

"Then what is it?"

"Those rabbits have a problem with their aesthetic sense. They insist that white is the most beautiful, and they said they once met a white fox whose tail was prettier than mine. Tell me, how can I put up with that? White-furred foxes look like Samoyeds. People who don't know better would think they're dogs. What's so good about them? Are they as good-looking as our red foxes?"

I stifled a laugh and said to Miss Eight, "No matter what other people think, I think red foxes are better-looking. And among all the red foxes, Miss Eight is the most beautiful. When I get back, I'll buy Miss Eight some red dresses. After you put them on, you'll definitely be the most beautiful fox of all. Even if Daji came back to life, she wouldn't be as beautiful as you."

Miss Eight loved it when people praised her beauty. After a few good words from me, Miss Eight's voice immediately had a smile in it. "Speak, what do you need from me?"

I then told her about the faceless woman's situation, and asked Miss Eight to help me analyze it from a professional perspective, whether it was done by a fox, and if so, what kind of fox it would be.

"It's a white-furred fox," Miss Eight said directly.

I looked helpless. "Miss Eight, I'm asking you about serious matters. Can you not joke around? Does this fox demon's mischief have anything to do with what color fur it has?"

"Who's joking with you? The one who did this is a white fox. If she has even one stray hair on her body, I'll take your surname."

Well, no need to take my surname, but, "Forgive my ignorance, how does Miss Eight know for sure that it was done by a white fox?"

"Because the woman downstairs has very white skin, a bloodless kind of pale, like paper. Only white foxes like that kind of face. Although you humans also think that whiteness covers a hundred flaws, and that being white is beautiful, we red foxes really don't think so. Other foxes also don't think there's anything beautiful about that paper doll-like white face. I can't understand your human aesthetic."

I immediately expressed my agreement. "I don't like big white faces either. I like rosy ones that look healthy. Those bloodless faces really should wear more blush."

"That's right." Miss Eight was finally pleased by my flattery, but then she added, "I've helped you analyze the case. Shouldn't you pay me some respects in the form of blush?"

"Ah? Do you need blush?" Aren't you already red enough? If you put on more, are you planning to paint your face like a monkey's butt?

"Just buy it if I tell you to. I didn't say I was going to put it on myself."

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it, I'll buy it. It's just blush. I'll buy it back for you with the makeup mirror, and I'll arrange the full chicken feast for you too. Is that okay?"

"That's more like it." Miss Eight twisted her body flirtatiously. "You can kill that white fox who caused trouble directly. It's not because I'm targeting white foxes, it's just that that little thing really doesn't play by the rules. Those two bags of money didn't come from good sources. If you want to investigate it yourself, go ahead and investigate it yourself. If you're too lazy to investigate, just kill it directly. I guarantee you won't lose any karma.

"That's all I can tell you. Although I have a special status in the fox clan and can know a lot about other foxes, you are, after all, a human. There are some things I can't tell you too much about. The woman downstairs is indeed quite pitiful. If you want to help her, bring back the white fox's corpse. I can help the woman restore her face. If you think it's too tiring to carry a complete fox corpse, you can also dig out its heart and give it to me. I can still restore that woman's face, and it saves me from having to dig it out myself."