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Gravekeeper
I certainly can't become a eunuch; I might as well be killed. I don't even have a proper girlfriend, let alone any descendants.
I just feel that something is off everywhere—the white mist, the inexplicable Wall of Ghosts, and this water ghost that suddenly appeared, which doesn't even fear the Corpse-Subduing Bell!
There must be something wrong!
I gasped for breath.
At that moment, Ting's Father was already frantic. Covered in blood, he approached me and handed me a fruit knife. "Hurry up! If we don't move quickly, we're going to die."
I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly, a faint scent of incense wafted through the air.
It was the smell of candle incense, the lingering aroma from years of burning candles!
The scent from that dilapidated temple.
The smell came from Ting's Father.
In that instant, my mind went blank, and I felt all the blood rush to my head.
Nervousness! Fear! Anger! Death!
I struggled to adjust my breathing. I was truly terrified; after my mind went blank, everything suddenly clicked into place!
In reality, there was no water ghost; there was no Wall of Ghosts at all.
Everything was the doing of the Fox Spirit!
And that Fox Spirit was standing right beside me, having transformed into the likeness of Ting's Father!
My hands trembled slightly, but at this moment, I had to remain calm. I was no match for the Fox Spirit; to it, I was merely a plaything!
No wonder the white mist resembled the one before the Land Temple!
No wonder there was always blood on Ting's Father's face, yet he never wiped it away.
No wonder Ting's Father never called my name throughout this ordeal!
Because the Fox Spirit could not perfectly imitate a person, it had to smear blood on its face to conceal the truth.
The Fox Spirit didn't know my name, which is why it never called me Song Fei.
No wonder this water ghost wasn't afraid of the Corpse-Subduing Bell; it was truly a Ghost Corpse. Everything was an illusion in the vast white mist, all orchestrated by this Fox Spirit beside me!
I gasped for breath, but I had to stay composed.
I took a few deep breaths and confirmed once more that the scent of incense was indeed present; it was undoubtedly the Fox Spirit.
"Hurry up," Ting's Father said, handing me a fruit knife.
In those few seconds, I finally regained my composure. Since I was no match for the Fox Spirit, I might as well throw caution to the wind and fight for my life!
I pretended to cry, "Uncle, no! I'm still a virgin! I haven't tasted a woman's sweetness yet. Uncle, I don't want to become a eunuch!"
"If you don't want to be a eunuch, then you must die. Hurry up," said Ting's Father.
I grabbed Ting's Father's arm, pleading, "Uncle, I really don't want to do this. I truly don't want to." With that, I clung to his shoulder, weeping uncontrollably.
Ting's Father seemed a bit impatient.
At that moment, I caught a whiff of the rich and ancient scent of incense. I hesitated no longer; this was my only chance.
Right now, the Fox Spirit's goal was not to kill me but to torment me, seeking revenge for sending Peng Jian's spirit away.
This was truly my only and final opportunity.
As I cried into Ting's Father's shoulder, my hand had already slipped out of my pocket, grasping the Swiss Army knife. In that instant, my courage surged. With the knife in my right hand, I suddenly thrust it toward Ting's Father's neck.
The blade plunged deep with all the strength I could muster!
It went straight into Ting's Father's neck, and as I twisted violently, I nearly severed his head from his body.
After doing all this, I turned and ran without a second thought.
"You... despicable human..."
I ran for several meters before daring to look back.
On the ground lay a beautiful fox, its neck nearly broken, and it looked at me with eyes filled with hatred.
At that moment, the surrounding white mist dissipated, and the water ghost vanished, leaving only a river and a dense forest.
"You've gone through everything; you will let Ting go and put down your feelings for Peng Jian. I didn't expect you to be so untrustworthy," I gasped.
"Despicable person..." the Fox Spirit said, the hatred in its eyes gradually fading until it finally died.
I stood there for twenty minutes, no longer believing in these fox spirits. They did not keep their promises and were quite cunning. I was afraid this fox was just pretending to be dead, waiting for me to approach before striking.
After twenty minutes, the fox remained motionless, its heartbeat gone.
I sighed in relief and slowly walked back. I was somewhat astonished; this was a Fox Spirit! I had truly killed a spirit that had cultivated for a hundred years and received offerings!
I pulled out my Swiss Army knife, which had cost me fifteen hundred dollars when I bought it. I felt a pang of regret but realized it had come in handy. A regular dagger might not have been able to kill this Fox Spirit in one strike.
I casually dug a hole in the ground and lifted the fox, preparing to throw it in.
To my surprise, the fox was quite heavy.
Then it hit me—this was a Fox Spirit! Surely there wouldn’t be any treasures like golden elixirs inside!
I quickly took my knife and began to gut the fox. As I cut into it, I discovered that its fur was surprisingly tough. If I hadn't used all my strength to stab down, I might not have been able to pierce its neck!
After much effort, I finally opened the fox's belly, but inside, apart from its organs, there was nothing—no golden elixir at all.
I sighed, not too disappointed, after all, things like Golden Pills are seen from the inside out, and it's normal for them not to exist in reality.
I thought for a moment, took out some kraft paper from my bag, and wrapped up the Fox Spirit. I decided not to bury it; instead, when I got back, I would find a pressure cooker and stew the Fox Spirit. After all, it was a creature of cultivation. Its skin and flesh were so firm and heavy; it must be a great supplement!
I stuffed the fox into my backpack and continued upward.
After walking more than forty meters, I saw Ting's Father lying on the ground, bloodied with a gaping hole in his head where he had hit a rock.
He surely couldn't survive.
Sigh!
I felt quite upset inside as I continued walking up and found the motorcycle. I wasn't very good at riding, and the motorcycle was already wrecked beyond recognition.
Just then, a Tractor came sputtering by. I handed the driver three hundred yuan and asked him to take me to Ting's Home first.
The Tractor driver was quite cheerful; upon seeing the money, he grinned and shifted into third gear, speeding off surprisingly fast.
When we arrived at Ting's Home, I walked in and found Ting standing in the corner of the wall. Her eyes were wide open, mouth agape; she was clearly dead, scared to death.
I bit my lip and didn’t touch the body but immediately walked out, got back into the Tractor, and asked him to take me to town to catch a ride.
I really didn't expect that this Fox Spirit would hold such a grudge! Just as Yang Gou Dan had said before, you can't trust ghost stories or tales of demons! These beings adhere to the law of survival of the fittest; they cultivate based on their thoughts being clear. They are just like many protagonists in cultivation stories—one little annoyance can lead to slaughtering an entire clan...
Damn it!
I felt a heavy weight in my heart, truly sorry for Ting and her father! It was no surprise that her father fell while Riding a Motorcycle; it was the work of the Fox Spirit!
I rubbed my eyes, murmuring to myself: Ting, I’ve avenged you. I hope you have good fortune in your next life.
“Up ahead is the town, and there’s the Bus Station,” the Tractor Driver chuckled, likely pleased with earning three hundred bucks today.
I thanked the driver and jumped off the Tractor, quickly heading to the ticket office to buy my ticket.
The Bus Station here was quite shabby, with Minibuses covered in mud, none of them cleaned.
I didn’t mind much; just getting on a bus was good enough for me. As I walked, suddenly I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, followed by a cold object pressing against it.
“Don’t move, or I’ll kill you!” The voice was icy, yet somewhat familiar. I couldn’t immediately recall who it was, but that cold gun barrel and chilling tone made me acutely aware of death looming near…
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