Chapter 309 Fox Spirit 8
It was midnight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
A snow-white figure suddenly jumped onto the high wall, wagging its tail and looking at the quiet next door.
The mountain bandits had already fallen asleep at this moment, and the snoring made the rather frail Ying Ze a little uncomfortable.
He frowned slightly, and his shoulder was suddenly patted: "Young Master."
Who?
He looked back, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The merchant whose head he had chopped off was looking at him dimly, his voice full of resentment: "Sir, it hurts to be beheaded."
"My head rolled on the ground and was covered with dust."
He took his head off and put it in Yingze's arms: "This time, you have to help me hold it well, don't drop it again."
The sticky touch of blood rose in the palm of his hand, making Yingze's hair stand on end.
His scalp was numb and his voice became hoarse: "I don't want to kill you, I don't want to..."
He threw the head in his hand aside and ran away in panic: "Those people forced me to do this, I don't want to do this!"
The gravel on the ground was jagged, and he only ran two steps before he was tripped by something. He looked down and saw another head.
The man also died under his knife, and at this moment he was showing a sly smile: "Young Master, you stepped on me and hurt me."
"Young Master, can you come and accompany me?" The ghosts' grievances pushed Yingze to the edge of the cliff.
At the moment when a bloody mouth bit him, he gritted his teeth and jumped down.
"Ah!" In the quiet night, a mournful wail suddenly sounded, waking up all the sleeping bandits.
Seeing the frightened look of the new accomplice, everyone shouted coldly: "What are you making a fuss about in the middle of the night?"
Yingze woke up at this moment. He touched his healthy body, his chest heaving violently, and the sweat on his forehead fell on the quilt.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he said with difficulty: "I just dreamed... I dreamed that those people I killed came to take my life." At
this moment, he was afraid and regretful.
If he had not taken that path that day, it would be good. Buddhism talks about reincarnation. Will those people come to find him again after reincarnation?
"Ding, scum abuse value +20, cumulative scum abuse value 20."
Hearing this pleasant sound, Gu Li wagged her tail happily. If you
do something shameful, you will be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk...
The back of her neck was numb, and the scenery in front of Gu Li changed.
The fragrance of flowers and plants on Qingqiu Mountain lingered at the tip of her nose, and her nose hit a chest.
The owner of the chest had a mixed voice: "What did I tell you?"
Gu Li wagged her tail guiltily, and looked at Mo Ci innocently: "Huh?"
Mo Ci sneered and pinched the base of her tail, slowly threatening: "The disobedient little fox will be made into a scarf."
Gu Li's tail froze, and then flexibly wrapped around Mo Ci's wrist, "How about making a scarf or a bracelet?
" Mo Ci was amused by her lackey-like appearance, and couldn't help but flick her forehead again: "Bullshit!"
Bai Ri agreed well, but after a moment of not keeping an eye on her, she came to make trouble again.
Gu Li buried her head in Mo Ci's arm and refused to look up.
As long as I don't look, you can't convict me!
Next door, the people who heard Ying Ze's words couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I thought it was something else, but I dreamed about this?"
"When I just killed someone, those guys also came to my dream to act recklessly!" A particularly violent voice said: "I killed them again and again in my dream, until they dared not come to me."
Another person sneered: "They are just dead people. I am not afraid of the living, so how can I be afraid of them?"
"If they have the ability, let them come to me!"
Gu Li listened to their words, and his tail stiffened again.
Ghosts are also afraid of evil people. The same dream has completely different effects on the two groups.
Mo Ci lowered his eyes and looked at the somewhat lonely little fox, and pinched her tail again: "Don't be angry."
He whispered: "Watch me."
The few people who were still talking felt extremely sleepy at this moment, and couldn't help but fall into a dream again.
This time, the dream was not as insignificant as before.
Those who had been killed and abused by them appeared in the dream one by one, and they did to them what they had done before.
Despair, resentment, fear, and repeated attempts to live and die, sweat oozed from everyone's forehead, and they couldn't help but wail.
Mo Ci stroked the little fox's fur slowly and said calmly, "Why would they be afraid of doing evil? They are only afraid that the evil they have done will be blamed on them."
To give them a taste of their own medicine is the best punishment for these beasts.
Listening to the continuous wailing next door, Gu Li couldn't help but wag his tail.
Speaking of strength, this old fox is still stronger.
With his forehead against the little fox, Mo Ci clearly heard her thoughts in her mind, and the smile on his face froze.
Old, fox, fox...
He couldn't help but pat the little fox's furry butt, and laughed angrily, "You are very good."
Gu Li: "Hmm."
Under the red jujube tree, Gu Li was locked in a white jade house, and the abundant spiritual energy made her squint.
However, she had no intention to cultivate.
Because a wicked fellow had placed a dazzling array of snacks and food around the cage, and the instigator was fanning it with a white jade fan.
The fragrance was sent to Gu Li's nose through the breeze, and tears flowed from the corners of her lips.
She wanted to eat...
Looking at the little fox hanging on the door, Mo Ci said lightly: "Calm your mind."
"A cultivator must have a stable state of mind and should not be moved by anything."
As he spoke, he ruthlessly took a piece of dessert from Gu Li and put it into his own mouth.
Gu Li was so angry that she slammed the door!
She couldn't help but utter human words: "Old fox, old fox!"
Yes, she was so rebellious!
Anyway, they couldn't eat it, so let's hurt each other!
Mo Ci wanted to teach the little fox a lesson and then let her out to eat.
He curled his lips and smiled, throwing the folding fan aside: "You can sleep there."
The sky was about to get brighter, and human voices gradually came from the alley.
The jujube tree swayed slightly, blocking the light for the person under the tree.
The man reached into a white jade pocket house, and there was a palm-sized little fox in the house, sleeping on its back, with its pink belly bulging.
Suddenly, the little fox moved its ears and arched its head towards the distance.
When it arched to a fruit with spiritual energy, it fell asleep again with satisfaction.
Mo Ci, who was awakened by Gu Li's action: "..."
He opened the cage after the little thing fell asleep, thinking of giving it some water so that it could eat the food quietly.
But who knew that it was actually a sleepyhead and didn't open its eyes all night.