Chapter 810 is no longer of any use.

In Bai Xiaohua's memory, the man was very young, but he always liked to wear all black and cover himself up completely.

His face was very pale, even paler than a type of food he had ever seen called tofu.

When he has nothing to do, the man will stay at home, planting flowers, writing, and holding the plants in his arms while touching their ears.

His hands are very cold, all year round. In the summer, they feel cool and comfortable to touch, but in the winter, they always make him shiver from the cold.

At this time, he would chuckle softly. His voice was low and pleasant, like a fine wine that had been brewed for many years, fragrant, intoxicating, and captivating.

As Bai Xiaohua's relationship with the man deepened, the man went out more and more often, and for longer periods of time.

Bai Xiaohua felt an instinctive unease. Finally, one day, the man returned home, but his body was covered with the bloody smell that terrified Bai Xiaohua.

Bai Xiaohua anxiously circled around the man's feet, trying to see where he was injured, but he pulled her into his arms and whispered to comfort her, "I'm fine, it's not my blood."

"You are a magical beast that can bring good luck and opportunities. I have something very important to do, and it's dangerous, but if I can receive your blessing, even if I encounter danger, I'm sure I can turn it into safety. So, would you be willing to help me?"

Trust and concern for the man led Bai Xiaohua to agree to his "request" without hesitation, placing her hand on his wrist.

There was an incredibly gruesome scar in that place. Although it had long since healed, it still allowed one to imagine how deep and dangerous it must have been to begin with, exposing the bone.

Bai Xiaohua didn't want the man to have such a scar again, so she cooperated with him by removing her mane and offering her blessing as a sacrifice.

However, little did it know that this nod would be the beginning of its tragedy.

The man went out more and more often, and asked the dog for its mane more and more frequently.

Bai Xiaohua didn't even know why its fur brought good luck to people. Having never received any inheritance from its elders, all its cultivation relied solely on instinct.

Every time Bai Xiaohua makes a wish, it consumes a portion of her spiritual power. If it were in Ye Wanxi's era in her previous life, when spiritual energy was abundant and there were powerful demons of the same kind to teach her cultivation methods, this portion of spiritual power would not have much of an impact on her. She would only need to cultivate for a day or two afterward to recover.

The key issue is that the spiritual energy in this world is depleted, and there are very few people who truly cultivate immortality. Bai Xiaohua doesn't know how to cultivate, which means that every time she takes a hair, she becomes weaker, and the spiritual energy contained in the hair also weakens.

About a week ago, the man returned home again and skillfully stroked Bai Xiaohua's head. Then, as he reached down to trim its mane, he discovered that its neck area was bare.

Bai Xiaohua's spiritual energy was exhausted and was not enough to support the growth of this tuft of hair. It was bald and useless.

"Tsk..."

At that moment, Bai Xiaohua was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. Hearing this obviously impatient voice, she subconsciously opened her eyes and saw the man's cold and condescending expression.

That was an expression Bai Xiaohua had never seen on a man before—cold, disgusted, and even a little cruel, so unfamiliar that it couldn't help but tremble.

What happened next left an indelible shadow on its life.

The man broke its limbs and whipped it until its skin was torn and bleeding.

Blood stained the floor beneath it, and the pain prevented it from even screaming. Yet, its eyes remained fixed on the man in disbelief, as if it wanted to ask why.

The man seemed to sense its confusion and said in a cold tone, "You are no longer of any use to me."

It turned out that he already knew its identity, that it was a rare beast that could bring joy to people, easily lower their guard, and make them unconsciously develop a liking for it.

From the very beginning, he approached him with a purpose, deceiving him in order to lower his guard and make him willingly offer up his abilities for his use.

Even the old man's death was related to him.

He didn't directly kill the old man, but instead used some methods to worsen the old man's condition and hasten his death.

Therefore, when they first met, Bai Xiaohua did not sense any pure malice from him.

He hid it so well, and his scheming was so deep, that it was beyond anything Bai Xiaohua had ever known before.

It felt anger, regret, and resentment towards this person's cold-heartedness, hypocrisy, deception, and betrayal.

In an instant, its world turned from colorful to gray, just like when it turned around and found that all its playmates were gone from the forest.

Bai Xiaohua sadly shed tears of regret, until at this moment, she suddenly realized that Grandpa Turtle was right.

Don't easily trust humans; they are far more cunning than you imagine. Unfortunately, it will be too late.

After breaking Bai Xiaohua's limbs and beating it severely, the man did not let it go.

He brought it to the water plant and, without anyone noticing, placed a barrier and illusion in the water pump, trapping it in this terrible place.

For the next few days, Bai Xiaohua was in excruciating pain every moment.

It was already weak after being injured, and because it had repeatedly exhausted the spiritual power of its mane, it was unable to withstand the scouring of the flowing water.

Not to mention, in order to achieve the goal of water purification, the staff in the water plant's laboratory add chemical agents into the water purification pumps every day.

These chemical agents can react with impurities in the water, causing them to settle to the bottom, thus achieving a thorough separation of impurities from the water.

Bai Xiaohua's wounds were already bad enough when they came into contact with water, but if they came into contact with these chemicals, it would be like rubbing salt into the wounds.

This is why when Ye Wanxi saw it, there wasn't a single good piece of flesh on its body.

The wounds, swollen and inflamed by water, have so badly that in many places the skin has disappeared, leaving only the underlying flesh and muscle tissue visible. In some areas, there is even pus.

It's easy to imagine that within a few days, this poor creature resembling a little white fox will die in agony.

Of course, before that, the resentment it exudes because of pain and betrayal will spread to every corner of the town, dragging all the living beings in the town down with it.

The little snail's kiss pulled Ye Wanxi and the others into Bai Xiaohua's memory. However, while the others were just bystanders, Ye Wanxi truly entered the depths of Bai Xiaohua's memory.

Looking at the little creature curled up in the center of the water prison, covered in wounds and shivering, her heart clenched. Before she could think, she reached out her hand.

(End of this chapter)