Chapter Forty-Four

  "Fox, fox, look over there."

  I reached out and pulled on his clothes, pointing to the woods ahead and complaining: "You said you couldn't rest well at home in the middle of the night, what are you doing here? You came alone, that's fine, but why did you have to drag me along too. Now look, we're surrounded by so many ghosts, we're definitely done for."

  "Bang bang bang."

  The unique fox slapped its paw on my forehead again.

  "Show some spirit, would you? Bring that bottle of wine over to the big tree where I was just resting. Hurry up and help me get it, or else I'll fly right up into the tree myself. You've got two options: either come here alone to fight, or choose one of them."

  "Alright!"

  I bowed my head and fumbled my way over, tucked that bottle of wine in my arms and ran over, handing it to the fox.

  "Here, for you."

  I'd like to see what use this wine can be put to by bringing it here.

  He didn't reach out to take it, but instead jumped up with a leap, and then I also jumped up with him. Why did I jump up together? Because this smelly fox didn't ask for my consent, and suddenly put me on his shoulder and jumped onto the tree.

  "Hey, what are you doing? Let me down quickly."

  I pounded on his back with my hand, again and again, but he didn't react at all.

  "Go down? Go down and be eaten by ghosts?"

  His fox tail slapped heavily on my butt again, the force was much heavier than when I hammered his back earlier. Then, without my consent, he threw a person onto the tree trunk and the smelly fox jumped down alone.

  Unexpectedly, in times of crisis, this fox still knows how to cherish and pity the beauty.

  I sat on the tree branch, idle and bored, swinging my two legs, watching him playing with a gun on the ground, suddenly, he jumped up and came to the tree branch.

  "What's wrong with you? Weren't we having a good fight just now? How did you suddenly jump up into the tree?"

  The fox spirit glanced at me with a sly smile on its face, "Thirteenth generation, how could I have forgotten about you just now?"

  I forced a mysterious smile and said, "Forget it, what can Fox Fairy forget? It's not like I have anything to do with it anyway. A great fairy like you must have a way to take care of these ghosts in one second."

  "It also needs the help of our thirteenth generation!"

  As I spoke, my collar was lifted by him. The next second, the two of us were surrounded by a group of ghosts emitting green light again.

  "Thirteen generations, what about the wine?"

  "Here it is!"

  I stood behind him and couldn't help but roll my eyes. The bottle of white wine that I had been holding in my arms for so long was almost boiling with bubbles from my body heat. He said he would come, but it's been half a day and he still hasn't arrived to take it away. What is he doing? Does he want to use it to watch me fight ghosts while sitting on a tree branch drinking alone?

  He took the bottle and drank another mouthful, just as I was strongly despising him in my heart. However, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of water onto his fox-shaped gun head, then lit it on fire with a torch, turned around and inserted it into the pile of white bones below the tree, and in an instant, everything in the world was ablaze, followed by a mournful and miserable wail.

  In the dead of night, hearing these eerie cries, even knowing there's nothing to be afraid of, still can't help but feel a chill run down the back of my head.

  Just as the fox was enjoying the warmth, suddenly, a fire alarm sounded from the mountain below, getting louder and louder, feeling like it's about to reach the top of the mountain.

  "What a strange and annoying cry, it's disturbing me. Thirteenth generation, take up your sword and go down the mountain to get rid of those people for me."

  Attack police?

  This fox doesn't know the severity of the situation, hit a policeman, and now I'll have to spend the rest of my life in prison.