Chapter 113: Beat Him Up For Me!
This scene was too shocking. Feng Langqing was scared stiff in place, taking a long time to react.
At the same time, Jiang Xinxin, standing beside Jiang Chuyun, stiffly twisted her neck into a weird arc, her rolled-back eyes staring straight at him.
A childish voice said eerily, “Big brother, do you want to come with us to eat fox heart too?”
“Holy shit holy shit! Holy shit—!!” Feng Langqing came back to his senses and saw this weird scene. He screamed loudly, hugging Nan Yuanman without a second’s hesitation and running into the house.
He had just taken one step when a pale, strong palm landed on his shoulder. The palm’s force was light and floating, yet it made Feng Langqing unable to move.
“Why run?” Jiang Chuyun’s voice was icy cold, his tone strange and awkward: “Fox heart, isn’t that what you all want to eat? Come on, let you… eat your fill.”
Jiang Xinxin also silently closed in, a touch of green light gradually emerging in her rolled-back pupils.
Nan Yuanman, tightly held in Feng Langqing’s arms, smelled extremely strong grievance and malevolent qi at this moment. She saw that Jiang Chuyun and Jiang Xinxin’s glabella were shrouded in grievance, only their rolled-back eye pupils exposed.
Nan Yuanman frowned tightly, instinctively wanting to reach into her shoulder bag for a talisman, but she grabbed nothing.
The little girl was stunned for a moment before remembering that her shoulder bag seemed to have been left with Director Uncle for safekeeping.
She pursed her lips, calling out to Xiao Hong in her mind, then gently patted the completely stiff Feng Langqing, who was scared pale, and said, “Third brother, go with them and see where they’re going… to eat fox heart.”
“Don’t be afraid.” The little girl comforted him softly: “Perfection will protect you.”
Feng Langqing tried hard to stay calm, his voice trembling: “Okay, okay.”
He couldn’t refuse to go now even if he wanted to! Jiang Chuyun was gripping his shoulder tightly!
Feng Langqing moved his shoulder: “Let go of me, I’ll go with you!”
Jiang Chuyun slowly released his hand, took Jiang Xinxin’s hand again, and led her outward.
Feng Langqing, holding Nan Yuanman, followed behind him. After leaving the yard and walking some distance, he realized that it wasn’t just the two of them going out late at night.
The other three pairs of guests, as well as the director and staff, almost all the villagers of Hundred Fox Village had come out!
They were all like puppets controlled in a movie, eyes rolled back, silently walking forward without a sound.
Feng Langqing held Nan Yuanman tightly, suppressing the scream in his throat, keeping his head down and not daring to look anymore.
Nan Yuanman hugged his neck, occasionally looking left and right, observing the surroundings.
She soon noticed that these people were all heading toward the center of Hundred Fox Village, but she had just arrived at Hundred Fox Village today and had no idea what was in the village center.
She saw Director Ge staggering not far away, tightened her grip on Feng Langqing’s neck, and whispered in his ear: “Third brother, go to Director Uncle.”
Her small shoulder bag was still hanging on Director Uncle’s neck!
Feng Langqing swallowed, nodding almost imperceptibly, slowly inching step by step toward Director Ge.
But just as he was about to approach Director Ge, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his head to look ahead.
Feng Langqing’s heart tightened. Instead of rashly reaching out to take the small shoulder bag from Director Ge’s neck, he looked ahead with Nan Yuanman just like the others.
At this look, Feng Langqing saw an exceptionally ancient Village Ancestral Hall that had appeared ahead at some point.
The Village Ancestral Hall was built of blue bricks and tiles, covering about three hundred square meters. At the doorway of the Village Ancestral Hall stood two stone-carved fox statues.
These fox statues were quite weird: their heads were foxes, but their bodies were humanoid, wearing ancient coarse cloth clothes. Their mouths were slightly open as if smiling, but their fox eyes held tears, making them look utterly weird no matter how you saw it.
Inside the Village Ancestral Hall were densely packed spirit tablets. In front of the spirit tablets was an incense burner made of stone, with burning incense inserted in it.
Inside the Village Ancestral Hall stood an old woman wearing black cloth clothes, her hair wrapped in a piece of black cloth, short in stature, her face indistinct.
The old woman held a bundle of incense in her hand, kneeling before the spirit tablets. Her voice was hoarse, her tone awkward as she loudly said: “… Ancestors, now that enemies have come, over a hundred young men of our village have sacrificed themselves to resist the enemies.”
“I know that a hundred years ago, our ancestors made a contract with the Fox Immortal, but when the enemies killed our villagers and abused our kin, the Fox Immortal still did not appear to save us…”
“The Fox Immortal broke faith and abandoned righteousness first. For survival, we can only sacrifice the Fox Clan. May the ancestors forgive us. When I go to the Underworld, I will atone to you.”
“Meng Xi,” mixed in the crowd, listened, clenching her fists tightly, a mocking smile on her lips: “The Fox Immortal broke faith and abandoned righteousness? You humans, no matter how many years pass, are always so hypocritical!”
The people around heard her murmur but showed no reaction, still standing numbly in front of the Village Ancestral Hall, as if waiting for something.
Nan Yuanman heard her words, blinked her eyes, and stretched her neck to find who was speaking. Feng Langqing quickly held her tight and whispered: “Shh… Perfection, look at that old woman. She took out something.”
Nan Yuanman paused, looking in the direction Feng Langqing pointed. She saw the old woman at the front of the Village Ancestral Hall light the incense, mutter a bit more, then have two people whose faces were also indistinct carry out two large wooden basins.
The large wooden basins were covered with a layer of red cloth. When the red cloth was lifted, it revealed hearts placed in the wooden basins, each pounding vigorously.
Strong blood mixed with the musky smell of foxes, as well as the incense smell in the Village Ancestral Hall, spread everywhere. Feng Langqing’s face changed, and he covered his mouth, unable to stop dry heaving.
Nan Yuanman also wrinkled her little nose in disgust, covering her nose tip with her hand to block the strange indescribable smell. Her sense of smell was already sensitive; this smell was no less than a big bomb to her.
Her face darkened slightly, full of shock as she looked at the two large wooden basins. A raging anger burned in her small chest—these basins were full of… fox hearts!
The people of Hundred Fox Village had killed the foxes lurking near the village?!
How could they do this?!
This was too much!!
Unlike Feng Langqing and Nan Yuanman, the others seemed to smell some rare delicacy, their faces all showing intoxicated expressions.
The black-clothed old woman with an indistinct face spoke in a hoarse voice: “These… are all the hearts of those fox spirits.”
“The master said that as long as we eat them, we can share their cultivation and lifespan, and we can obtain eternal life!”
At these words, under Feng Langqing’s horrified gaze, the black-clothed old woman reached out her withered old hand, grabbed a bloody heart from the wooden basin, stuffed it into her mouth, and crunched away.
Feng Langqing: “!!!”
“Urgh urgh urgh—!”
Nan Yuanman couldn’t take it anymore. She twisted her body and nimbly jumped down from Feng Langqing’s arms, where he was tilting his head and vomiting profusely.
Feng Langqing reached out desperately: “Perfection—urgh!”
As soon as she moved, everyone present suddenly turned their necks in unison to stare at her.
Nan Yuanman glared back angrily: “What are you looking at! You bad guys who abuse and kill living beings!”
Nan Yuanman’s little chubby hand pointed at the old woman who was chewing fox heart voraciously, and she shouted angrily.
“Xiao Hong! Beat him up for me!”
