The old farmer, also known as Old Li, turned his gaze to the Japanese soldiers who lay dead in the gravel forest for the first time since he arrived.
His expression shifted subtly for a moment.
"Kid, what grudge could you possibly have to cut someone into eight pieces? Tsk, this is a bit troublesome. There's this kind of savvy dismemberment method... Haven't I seen it on someone before?"
Old Li made a thoughtful expression on his tanned, peeling face.
Fan Caicai coughed lightly, "I forgot to mention, Comrade Ruan is Comrade Gongye Gong's girlfriend."
Old Li clapped his hands and laughed, "I knew it! This kind of liking to torture and kill Japanese soldiers is inseparable from the crazy boy. Girl, well done!"
"Right?" Ruan Xianxian fawned over him, sharing her experience of being dismembered. "This one, which was cleaved in two by a knife, had a female ghost with a huge mouth bite me."
If you can't win a fight, commit seppuku (ritual suicide).
When I saw this, I thought, "This is serious," so I decided to help him out.
The corpse is already in two pieces; we can't exactly revive it and cause trouble, can we?
Old Li gave him a suggestion: "Next time, cutting off someone's neck or committing seppuku will be a satisfying death for the Japanese."
Ruan Xianxian humbly accepted the lesson and finally remembered that the island nation had a cultural tradition of seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment).
Seeing that the two were chatting away as if no one else was around, and getting more and more into it, Fan Caicai had no choice but to remind them with a dark face.
"The villagers and soldiers are still unconscious in the cave. Shouldn't we treat them first?"
Old Li slapped his forehead, said "Wait," and then leaped up General Mountain with a gait that was hard for ordinary people to comprehend. He didn't even glance at the cave entrance as he passed by, and his steps went straight to the strange rocks on the mountaintop.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Fan Caicai, standing next to Ruan Xianxian, spoke with a hint of admiration. When she looked at the moving figure with Ruan Xianxian, her eyes were full of pride.
“Brother Li is the leading figure of the existing Shanzi lineage. He has been stationed in Changbai Mountain for many years. If it weren’t for Elder Zhao’s intervention, I wouldn’t have seen him for two years.”
Ruan Xianxian didn't quite understand, but it seemed very impressive.
Fan Caicai looked at her and sighed, "You should take some time to go back to Beijing, at least to brush up on your knowledge of the supernatural world first."
She felt there was some truth to that, so she decided to go back to Beijing this winter to brush up on her general knowledge. Of course, she didn't intend to see Old Man Ruan off on his final journey.
While waiting, Feng Bai directed the soldiers to carry people out one by one through the breached opening.
When the last villager was carried out by the soldiers, Old Li also returned. However, compared to his cheerful and curious expression when he arrived, his expression now could only be described as gloomy.
He stepped closer to the white fox sitting atop the coffin, its gaze fixed on him menacingly. He reached out and patted the fox's head with his large hand. "Sorry, I misjudged it."
The white fox snorted coldly, trying to dodge the large hand's touch, but after struggling several times to no avail, it simply gave up.
"Brother Li, what do you mean?" Fan Caicai asked on behalf of Ruan Xianxian, who knew nothing about it.
Old Li didn't answer, but said to Feng Bai, "Take the unconscious person down the mountain. There's a man in white at the village entrance. Hand him over, and he'll take care of it."
He narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze returning to the mountaintop, his words still directed at Feng Bai, "Did you bring the explosive weapons?"
"Get ready, we're going to blast the mountain."
Without asking why, Feng Bai quickly organized a team of soldiers to carry explosives up the mountain to prepare.
The white fox leaped and blocked the way, its fur standing on end, obstructing the path ahead.
He looked pleadingly at Ruan Xianxian, the only person present who could communicate with him.
Old Li asked curiously, "What did that scruffy beast say?"
The white fox bared its teeth, and Ruan Xianxian gave it a reassuring look before turning to Old Li, saying, "He said that the princess's final resting place is here, and he will not allow anyone to disturb it, even in death."
Old Li laughed angrily, "We both know what they're up to: using racial talent to lure villagers up the mountain."
"I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, you little sly fox, do you think you can get away?"
The white fox let out a mournful howl, and Old Li, in a particularly unrefined manner, scratched his backside and tilted his head to ask, "What's he howling about?"
Not only does he act as a translator for foreign guests, but now he also has to translate for beasts. Ruan Xianxian honestly said, "He said he's not afraid of you. If you want to destroy the princess's tomb, you have to step over his corpse first."
"Step over there? Ha, I'll grant your wish." Old Li narrowed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves.
Ruan Xianxian quickly stepped between the man and the fox, facing Old Li: "If you have any reason to destroy this tomb, you might as well tell him."
"Consider it as a gesture of goodwill, considering the hundreds and thousands of years he has guarded this tomb's owner."
Meeting the girl's bright, slightly pleading almond-shaped eyes, Old Li frowned. "Destroy the tomb? Who said you destroyed the tomb? I only said you destroyed the mountain?"
Is there a difference?
They both had the same adorable, bewildered expression.
Old Li rubbed his forehead, glanced at the speed of Feng Bai and the others' movement, as if confirming something, and sighed after a moment, "So be it."
Since we have plenty of time, I'll take you to see the so-called final resting place.
He pulled a pipe from his lower back and took out a tobacco pouch from his pocket, carefully scooping out some white powder with his pinky fingernail and putting it into the pipe.
Mu Xia's expression changed instantly. She leaned closer to Ruan Xianxian and whispered, "Be careful, this doesn't seem like a decent person."
Old Li glanced at her and snorted irritably, "You little girl with long hair and short brains, do you think you can get into the main tomb chamber safely without this?"
Don't believe me? Ask the scruffy foxes around you.
After saying this, he stopped looking at the crowd, held up his pipe in one hand, put the other behind his back, and walked towards the cave entrance.
The white fox, mimicking Huang Er, jumped onto Ruan Xianxian's uninjured shoulder, carefully considered the danger the old man had mentioned, and said:
"When the princess was buried, the shaman did take some measures to prevent outsiders from disturbing her eternal rest. I don't know the specifics, as I haven't been to the front tomb."
Old Li jumped down into the pit, followed closely by Ruan Xianxian and the curious Mu Xia, along with the white fox and Huang Er.
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