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Yellow Weasel has been captured, and those missing children have all vanished without a trace. As an adult Weasel in the world of Cultivation, Yellow Weasel has his own principles, one of which is to never betray his employer. For him, this might be the last remnant of his unwavering belief in right and wrong during his journey of cultivation.
During the interrogation, Xing Ruyi did not observe; instead, she closed the door to Xing and nestled in the Kitchen, carefully simmering soup. The ingredients were still gathered by the fox, and the flavor was just as sweet and delicious as when she first tasted it.
The thick soup bubbled enticingly.
Puffs of milky white steam rose from the pot.
After adding the final ingredient and letting it simmer for a moment, she ladled it into a white porcelain bowl. Only then did Xing Ruyi look up, her eyes slightly red as she glanced at the fox.
“Yin Chensi, I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.”
“The path is chosen by Tiger. No matter how difficult the future may be, it's something he must face. Fox Demon, for you, what you've done is already enough.” The fox wrapped her hand around Xing Ruyi's, but her gaze was fixed on the wrist that was once as white as jade but now bore a fresh scar. She gently asked, “Does it hurt?”
Xing Ruyi shook her head.
“Go on, Tiger's parents are still waiting.”
The fox placed the porcelain bowl into a basket and picked it up with one hand. Then she turned around and lifted the drowsy Yin Yuan from the cradle before returning to stand beside Fox Demon, leaning down to kiss her forehead: “Everything will be alright with me here.”
Xing Ruyi nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her.
Outside the Kitchen, Tiger's parents had been waiting for quite some time. Upon seeing Xing Ruyi emerge, Tiger's Mother wiped away her tears and hurried over.
“Ruyi, is it true that we can see Tiger?”
"It’s true." Xing Ruyi couldn't bear to see Tiger's Mother sad, so she only spoke halfway.
"Thank you, Ruyi! Thank you, Ruyi!" Father Tiger repeatedly expressed his gratitude. "You don’t know, ever since we lost Tiger, his mother has been searching for him. She hasn’t slept a wink at night, fearing that when Tiger returns, she won’t be the first to see him. When she can’t find him, she cries; her once bright eyes are on the verge of being blinded by tears."
"It’s no trouble. I’ve seen her eyes; they can be treated." Xing Ruyi said as she pulled out a packet from her sleeve. "This is a medicine made from Vitex, Plantago, wild Chrysanthemum, Goji Berries, Sand Fruits, and other herbs. Just take a little each day to apply to the eyes, and before long, they will be bright as before."
"You’re being too kind; this must be expensive," Father Tiger said, rubbing his hands on his clothes, looking at the packet with hesitation.
Xing Ruyi understood his concerns and firmly placed the medicine in Father Tiger's hands. "These are just common herbs; they aren’t worth much."
"Your kindness truly shows you have a heart of gold. It’s a blessing that we met you and that my Tiger met you; this is a fortune we’ve earned over eight lifetimes. I’m just a simple man who hasn’t seen much of the world and doesn’t know how to say nice things, but I do have some strength. If you ever need help with anything in your household, just let me know."
"Alright!" Xing Ruyi nodded in agreement.
People like Father Tiger are usually straightforward and honest. They say whatever comes to mind; if you’re polite with them, it might make them overthink things. Having grown up in such a family herself, Xing Ruyi knew that it was better to accept generously rather than refuse politely to avoid making the other person feel uncomfortable and adding unnecessary worries.
The group of four, along with Yin Yuan who was nestled in the fox's embrace pretending to sleep, arrived at the calm flowing Luoshui River.
That day, the yellow weasel had placed the legless Tiger on the street to beg. Unfortunately, those willing to show kindness were all poor people; the wealthy families dressed in fine silks merely stopped to gawk at the spectacle. In the end, they didn’t collect enough money to satisfy the yellow weasel.
Cursing under his breath, the yellow weasel dragged the unconscious Tiger back to an abandoned temple. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he sensed something was wrong. After cutting off Tiger's legs, he had only done a simple job of handling it; within no time at all, the wounds had become infected. Remembering how little silver he had collected earlier and seeing the half-dead Tiger with festering wounds before him, the yellow weasel lost all patience and decided to throw him into the Luoyang River under cover of darkness.
As he entered the water, Tiger still had a breath left in him; thus he became yet another water ghost in the Luoyang River.
At this moment, although it was daytime, both banks of the Luoyang River were eerily quiet. Occasionally a breeze would blow across the surface of the river, sounding eerily like a child crying.
Tiger's Mother had already cried her eyes red, but out of consideration for Xing Ruyi and the fox, she held back her voice. Father Tiger sighed softly and placed the prepared incense and fruits on the riverbank.
In the fox's arms, Yin Yuan opened his eyes, looking around curiously. He was the Demonic Soul of the Ghostly Fetus, and naturally sensed the unusual atmosphere here. His pink tongue flicked out, clearly hungry.
The fox tapped his forehead with a hand, warning him not to move around later. Yin Yuan pouted in grievance, feeling helpless, and continued to feign sleep.
"Miss, everything is ready. When shall we begin?"
Xing Ruyi looked up and replied, "It's not yet three o'clock; let's wait a bit longer."
At three o'clock, the sun hung directly overhead, casting the shortest shadows on the ground. Officials believed this was a time of peak "yang energy," while killing was considered an "yin affair." Regardless of whether the victim deserved their fate or not, their ghost would always haunt the judges, executioners, and anyone associated with their death. Therefore, executing at a time of strong yang energy could suppress the ghosts from daring to appear.
The yellow weasel was a cultivated demon without a ghost, only possessing a Yuan Shen. Thus, he was unafraid of mortal executions and leisurely knelt on the ground, watching as shadows drew closer. Finally, three o'clock arrived. As the wooden plaque inscribed with the yellow weasel's name fell to the ground, the executioner raised his bloodied knife amidst shouts and curses. With a swift motion, the knife fell, and the yellow weasel's head rolled off to the side, a strange smile appearing at the corners of its mouth.
The nearby crowd was so startled that their hearts nearly leaped from their chests. Upon closer inspection, they faintly saw a White Shadow emerging from the severed head, drifting away in a wobbly manner.
Rubbing their eyes vigorously and looking again revealed only a bloodied head with closed eyes. They shook their heads and joined those around them in applause, praising the merits of Yamen.
Chang Tai, dressed in full constable attire, stood in the shadows beside the execution platform and watched as that White Shadow swayed toward the city gate. He quietly asked the nearby Yard Officer, "Is everything cleaned up?"
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