Chapter 112: Dead, They’re All Dead
Meng Juanjuan rubbed her eyes, her voice thick with sleepiness: “Little aunt, it’s so late, where are you going?”
‘Meng Xi’s hand paused on the door, her voice hoarse, as if scraped across glass: “To the toilet.”
“Oh, do you want me to go with you?” Meng Juanjuan sat up, asking vaguely. The toilet in Hundred Fox Village was a dry toilet in the yard, unlit and quite dark outside, and her little aunt was afraid of the dark.
‘Meng Xi’: “No need, you sleep.”
No sooner had she spoken than Meng Juanjuan felt an irresistible wave of sleepiness surging from within her body. Her eyelashes blinked slowly, and the next second she collapsed directly onto the mat and fell asleep.
‘Meng Xi’ stepped out stiffly. Suddenly, a melodious flute sound came from outside the yard gate, accompanied by a faint click. The gate of the neighboring yard opened, and an auntie in a floral shirt emerged first.
Following behind her was an uncle, and several teenagers around fifteen or sixteen years old, their eyes vacant, steps stiff, walking step by step toward the direction of the flute sound.
‘Meng Xi’s eyes shifted slightly, and she silently followed behind them.
Meanwhile.
Nan Yuanman crouched on the ground, blankly lifting a hand, then a foot, but unfamiliar with her limbs, her left paw tripped over her right, and she splatted onto the ground.
Her round, fluffy body rolled uncontrollably forward, smacking into a fluffy “wall” with a thud.
The impact made stars burst before her eyes, her vision dizzy, and it took her a long time to react. Just then, a big furry paw nudged her, and a crisp, pleasant voice tinged with coquettishness rang out: “White Bro, Little Six wouldn’t be an idiot, would she?”
“Born so many days ago, other cubs already know how to fight for milk, but she’s always half a beat slow, can’t even walk steadily, looks so dumb.”
Nan Yuanman froze for a moment, covering her head with her paws and slowly looking up. She saw a huge, strikingly beautiful Red Fox, and beside her a White Fox crouched.
Seeing her so dumb look, the Red Fox’s expression grew even more worried: “How about we take Little Six to the village and have a human doctor check her?”
“Human doctors are great at treating illnesses, they can definitely cure Little Six’s silliness.”
The White Fox hesitated: “But didn’t the clan leader tell us that the villagers of Hundred Fox Village now are not the same as two hundred years ago? They received our favors but grew greedy and insatiable, and told us not to interact with them?”
“If the clan leader finds out we took a young cub to humans for treatment… he’ll be angry.”
“I think humans are pretty nice, they were friendly to me, even gave me a chicken before! Yu Zhen’s death can’t be blamed on them! She fell for a mortal herself and wanted to be with a human…” The Red Fox pursed her lips and changed the subject:
“In any case, Yu Zhen was also at fault.”
They had lived interdependently with Hundred Fox Village’s villagers for nearly two hundred years. When she was little, she got caught in a trap and was saved by humans, so suddenly distrusting them… was a bit hard.
Besides…
“Little Six can’t stay this dumb forever, right?”
Nan Yuanman struggled to understand what the Red Fox and White Fox were saying, and suddenly realized she was probably dreaming again, or trapped in someone else’s illusionary realm.
So, the Hundred Fox Village she was dreaming of now was from a hundred years ago?
Nan Yuanman blinked her eyes, refuting in a milky voice: “I’m not dumb.”
“Yo, look, Little Six can talk.” The White Fox looked delighted: “As long as she can talk, she’s not dumb. Even if she is, no problem, as her dad, I’ll support her for life.”
The Red Fox looked helpless, but her gaze on Nan Yuanman was gentle and doting. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked Nan Yuanman: “Fine, support her. I can hunt and raise her too…”
Nan Yuanman was caught off guard and licked all over with saliva, the stench making her dizzy. When she came to, this body of hers had grown up.
The scene before her had changed.
She was lying on the Red Fox’s corpse. When Nan Yuanman snapped back, what entered her eyes was the gaping, bloody wound on the Red Fox’s body.
Nan Yuanman was stunned. She instinctively reached out and gently pushed: “Hey, what’s wrong? Wake up.”
The Red Fox remained motionless.
Soon, she felt the deathly aura spreading from the Red Fox’s body. Nan Yuanman blinked slowly, and for some reason her heart suddenly ached so much, so sadly that she could hardly breathe.
How, how did she die?
Hadn’t she just been discussing with the White Fox about taking her to see a doctor?
Nan Yuanman’s tears dropped with a patter. She opened her mouth and wailed: “D-don’t die! Isn’t this a dream? Wake up!”
“Perfection, Perfection…” Feng Langqing’s anxious voice suddenly sounded in Nan Yuanman’s ear.
He anxiously watched the little dumpling clutching the eggplant doll, mouth pursed and crying her heart out, and hurriedly picked her up, gently patting her back: “Did you have a nightmare? Don’t be scared, Brother’s here.”
“Purr purr fur, baby won’t be scared…”
Nan Yuanman cried her way back to reality from the ‘dream’, clutching Feng Langqing’s collar and sobbing: “Th-Third Brother, she’s dead, Xiao Honghong is dead.”
“Xiao Honghong? Red Wolf? It’s okay, Gray Wolf will revive her.” Feng Langqing was coaxing a child for the first time, sweating profusely, not knowing what he was saying.
Nan Yuanman clung to Feng Langqing’s neck and sobbed a few times, her long thick eyelashes wet with tears into clumps, nearly gluing her eyes shut.
She gradually calmed under Feng Langqing’s comforting. Just as Feng Langqing relaxed, that melodious, alluring flute sound suddenly reached his ears.
Feng Langqing instinctively held Nan Yuanman tight, ears perked up: “Perfection, did you hear it? The flute.”
“Damn, which thousand-knife bastard is playing flute at night to show off.” Feng Langqing couldn’t help cursing under his breath.
Nan Yuanman nestled in his arms, her post-cry baby voice a bit hoarse: “I heard it.”
She wiped her tears, patted his shoulder to comfort him: “Brother, don’t be scared. Perfection will protect you.”
She perked up her ears to listen for a bit, inexplicably finding the flute sound irritating.
Nan Yuanman frowned, wriggled out of Feng Langqing’s arms, stared at the tightly shut window for a few seconds, then said: “Brother, I want to go see where that flute sound is coming from.”
Feng Langqing: “!!!”
Feng Langqing timidly spoke: “G-go in the daytime? It’s the middle of the night… Grandpa Hu warned us not to go out…”
Nan Yuanman said nothing, just looked at him with watery eyes. Feng Langqing couldn’t continue, raised his hands in surrender: “Okay okay okay, let’s go, we’ll go, I’ll go with you!”
Nan Yuanman smiled softly, puckered up and smacked him on the cheek: “Third Brother is the best!”
Feng Langqing sighed, quickly changed clothes for himself and Nan Yuanman, then held her with one arm and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, his neighbor’s door also opened.
Jiang Chuyun held Jiang Xinxin’s hand and slowly walked out.
Feng Langqing: “?”
What was this? Didn’t they say not to go out at night? Why was everyone coming out?
Feng Langqing shouted: “Hey! Jiang Chuyun, middle of the night, where are you going?”
Jiang Chuyun and Jiang Xinxin made no sound, didn’t turn back, and walked forward mechanically.
Feng Langqing: “???” Fine! Holding a party in the middle of the night to isolate him and Perfection?
Feng Langqing gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and put a hand on Jiang Chuyun’s shoulder: “Jiang Chu…”
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chuyun stopped, slowly turned his head, eyes rolled back white, staring at him.
Feng Langqing: “!!!”
Went out during the day today! So update is a bit late, have to go out tomorrow too, might take a leave!
