Chapter 108 Low-level demon hunter vs. weak fox spirit (4)

Different time and space.

The soul-guiding lamp was burning, Shi Yi was sitting lazily behind the screen, and Fu Liansheng was peeling purple grapes that had been chilled for two small worlds and feeding them to his little ancestor. For a while, the years were quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, a bloody fox appeared in the hall, with all its limbs broken. It kept sobbing and struggling on the ground

. Her sad voice made the soul-guiding lamp sway.

"Why are you here?" Shi Yi was the first to find her and came out from behind the screen.

"Please change my fate." The fox had no limbs, and with great difficulty, it knocked its head to the ground and made a kneeling posture.

"Price?" Shi Yi did not sympathize with her miserable condition.

"Love." Although the fox was covered in blood and looked horrible, its eyes were extremely clear.

"Deal." Shi Yi called out Fu Liansheng and asked him to write a contract.

Fu Liansheng whispered in Shi Yi's ear: "Little ancestor, you just came back and didn't rest for long."

Shi Yi glanced at him, "Didn't you force me to keep taking missions?"

Fu Liansheng felt a chill on his back and quickly took out a pen and paper to write it down.

"What do you want?" Shi Yi asked.

"I want to live with all my limbs intact and avenge my mother." The fox spirit's eyes burst into amazing hatred, "The hatred of killing my mother is irreconcilable."

"I found your soul-guiding lamp, and it records that you have changed your fate against the will of heaven." Shi Yi placed his hand on the blazing flame of the soul-guiding lamp, thinking.

"In my previous life, I fell in love with Meng Zhun and caused my mother to die at the hands of his father. I was filled with guilt and bit Meng Zhun to death and committed suicide by hitting a pillar. When I arrived in the demon world, I was told by the demon Wuchang that Meng Zhun had long been favored by the demon king and was to be trained as a son-in-law. I bit Meng Zhun to death, and I would definitely be punished by the demon. I, Hu Shiyi, have been extremely arrogant since birth. How could I accept the result that I was just a supporting role? I was more careful and did not drink the demon soup. The demon punished me and let me live again. I hated Meng Zhun the first time I saw him. But after getting along for a long time, I fell in love with him again. In this life, I quickly learned skills and had a good relationship with Meng Zhun's family. But at this time, a seriously ill Lord Fu appeared. He needed the fur of the demon to boil medicine to treat his illness, and a large sum of money attracted many demon hunters. In order to protect me, my mother did not even leave her whole body. That's why I became what I am now." The fox said at the end, and black blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

Fu Liansheng was afraid of getting his robe dirty, so he quickly took a half step back. Shi Yi gave him a glare, and he stood up obediently.

"So are you going to punish the demon hunter who killed your mother, or the master Fu behind it?" Shi Yi continued to ask.

"Both." Hu Shiyi's eyes were full of resentment, "I can't let either one go."

"Sign the contract." Shi Yi pushed the paper in front of her.

The fox didn't read a word, and directly poked it with its broken front paw. Shi Yi retracted it and pressed his palm print.

"The contract is reached."

Mountain village. Meng's family.

"Ahem," Meng Yuanfang lay on the simple wooden bed, his face pale, obviously on his deathbed.

"Father, have some porridge." Meng Zhu, who had grown into a teenager, put the steaming porridge aside and picked up his father.

Since last month, his father, who was not in good health, suddenly collapsed on the way home. After he carried him back, he has been bedridden until now. He felt infinite guilt in his heart.

"What time is it now?" Meng Yuanfang stretched his neck and looked out the door, "I want to go out and sit for a while and get some fresh air."

The house they lived in was given to them by a kind-hearted family in the village. It was made of loess, had no windows, and only a wooden door.

Meng Zhu opened the bolt and gently pushed the wooden door outward, and it made a "creaking" sound.

"It's just dawn, it's still early. Eat a little first, I'll come back to cook for you after work."

When it gets light later, he has to go to Aunt Wang's house to help bury Uncle Wang who accidentally fell off the mountain and died. That's why he arranged his father's breakfast so early.

"No need." Meng Yuanfang said these three words with great difficulty, "Look... look... okay..."

He knew his own physical condition, he didn't have many days to live, but he was worried, worried...

"Eat a little." Meng Zhu scooped a spoonful, put it to his mouth, and persuaded him.

Yesterday, when he asked his father to eat, he only took two bites. The day before yesterday, it was only half a bowl. How can it go on like this?

"No," he shook his head, "Sword... my sword..."

"Father, there are no monsters now, and no one is a monster hunter anymore." Meng Zhuo put the spoon back into the bowl and calmly told the cruel truth.

Three years have passed since he came out of the cave with his dead friend in his arms. In these three years, he has learned all of his father's skills and wanted to accumulate strength to fight the monster hunter at that time, but the outside civilization suddenly broke into the village, and trains, planes, cars... the monsters disappeared one after another, and he, the new monster hunter, had no place to use his skills.

"Gone..." Meng Yuanfang was stunned for a long time, and his drowsy mind became active.

The wooden board on the bed hurt his back very much, but it also reminded him that he was still alive all the time, and a look of nostalgia appeared in his expression.

The days of running between the mountains and forests, fighting monsters, and licking the tip of the knife to the death, are gone with the impact of the outside civilization.

"My sword..." He still murmured, but his words were much clearer.

"Here you go." Meng Zhuan took the rusty iron sword from the broken wall and placed it beside him.

"Hu Shiyi..." Meng Yuanfang touched his sword with great effort and stared at his son, "If I have the ability, I must avenge Hu Shiyi's family."

"Father, where did you put Hu Shiyi after I brought her back? It's been three years, and I don't even know her tombstone. How can I be worthy of being her friend?" Meng Zhuan felt pain in his heart.

"She is in your mother's tomb," Meng Yuanfang smiled, "and she is still alive."

"She is still alive?" Meng Zhuan trembled all over, "She is still alive, why didn't you tell me?!"

"Sword... my sword..." Meng Yuanfang hugged the glory of his life and closed his eyes tightly.

He had had the most glorious time in his life, which was enough.

"Father..." Meng Zhu stood aside and whispered softly.

"Father..." He continued to shout, but the old man lying on the bed did not respond at all.

"Father..." He shouted again.

The crow flew in at some point and landed on the tree in front of the door, "Wow wow wow wow", calling non-stop, which was annoying.

He was silent for an unknown period of time, and the bright sunlight came in little by little from outside the door. He then slowly reached out to touch the carotid artery of his father lying on the bed. It was warm and cool, but it no longer beat.

A string somewhere in his heart was broken.

From now on, he would be a child without a home.

(End of this chapter)