Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 235 When It Was Still a Little Fox
The wooden house is very small, about seven or eight square meters. As no one has lived in it for many years, it is full of dust and even the beams are covered with cobwebs.

The house was damp and smelly, with no sunlight all year round. As soon as you entered the door, it was so cold that you could not help but shiver.

At this moment, on the shabby iron bed in the wooden house, lay an old fox fairy with half of his body paralyzed.

Shen Xing looked at the iron bed beneath the old fox fairy.

It was an iron bed, about two meters long and one and a half meters wide. The wooden house was damp all year round, and the iron bed was covered with dark red rust. On the iron bed was a tattered mattress.

The mattress was ordinary but there was a fitted sheet on top of it.

White floral bed sheets.

It can be seen that its original owner was a girl who liked the fresh style very much.

The bed sheet was yellow and relatively intact, but there was a large, shocking bloodstain on it.

There was a very large dark red bloodstain, as if someone had splashed a basin of red blood on it.

Or maybe... someone died on this bed, his blood vessels ruptured, and the red blood was like the rain falling from the sky during the rainy season in Changbai Mountain, and it couldn't be stopped. On the white sheets, a huge, gorgeous rose bloomed.

The first thing Shen Xing noticed when he entered the room was the blooming blood flower on the bed.

Seeing the dressing table and wooden comb in the corner of the wooden house, Shen Xing instantly guessed that this was a house where a woman lived.

It is very likely that this is the wooden house where the young couple lived!

Shen Xing remembered the missing man, he had a very nice name.

Chen Jianjia.

Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost.

The woman was raped and brutally murdered with scissors, while the man disappeared.

Ten years ago, the murderer who committed this case seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, and there has been no news of him since.

Even though the police tried every possible means, they still couldn't find any clues. The detective who was in charge of the case at the time retired and died of old age, with regrets for the rest of his life.

Shen Xing looked at the old fox fairy lying on the bloody bed and an idea came to his mind.

If this old fox has been living on this hilltop and has set up his den near the forest farm, then is it possible that... he knows some clues?
The average lifespan of a fox is 16.3 years.

This old fox has all white hair, few whiskers on its face, and all its teeth have fallen out. It is obvious that it has lived for more than ten years and is now at the end of its life.

Shen Xing asked Huang Daxian and the female weasel to stay aside, while he walked towards the old fox lying on the bloody bed.

When the old fox saw Shen Xing walking towards it, its pupils suddenly shrank, its body trembled, and it curled up into a ball, showing its ferocious fangs towards Shen Xing, revealing its vicious appearance.

The old fox was frightened, knowing that these could not scare Shen Xing, so it let out a wailing sound, hoping that its disciples outside the wooden house would come and rescue it.

"It's useless. Give up struggling. There are dozens of hounds outside, as well as black bears and lynxes."

"Old man, you should have smelled the scent on them." Shen Xing narrowed his eyes and laughed.

Although this old fox was so old that his teeth had fallen out, he still had some sense of smell left, so he could naturally smell the odors of the blind bears and other wild animals outside the cabin.

Even if you can't smell it, you can still hear the barking and howling of dogs outside, as well as the sounds of fighting and biting.

There was a big battle going on outside, and it was an overwhelming fight. The white foxes had no time to pay attention to the old fox, and they could not even take care of themselves.

"I'll ask you something. Answer truthfully and I may be able to spare your life."

Shen Xing did not speak, but contacted the old fox with his mind.

The old fox's pupils trembled violently, and his enchanting fox eyes stared at Shen Xing.

After a while, the old fox surrendered, lowered his head, and made a "woooo" sound from his mouth.

Shen Xing knew that the old fox was scared, so he agreed.

But it's normal. No matter whether it's a human or an animal, when they get old, they will only be afraid of one thing: death.

Old people are afraid of death, let alone an old fox who doesn’t have much life to begin with.

It stands to reason that wild animals do not have emotions, but this is actually inaccurate.

Wild animals also have fear. For example, when a rabbit sees a bobcat, it will run away. This is both an instinct and a fear.

The rabbit knows that once caught by the bobcat, it will become its prey and lose its life!
Fear is emotion.

The old fox also showed the same emotion when facing Shen Xing. In order to survive, it had to submit to the tyranny of the human in front of it!
"How long have you lived here..."

"Forget it, there's no point asking this." Shen Xing quickly shook his head again.

At the side, two orcs, Huang Daxian and the female weasel, stood up, looking at Shen Xing curiously with their small eyes, not understanding what he was talking about with the old fox.

"Old man, let me ask you, do you know the original owner of this house?"

"Master, it's someone like me, a two-legged beast." Afraid that the old fox didn't understand, Shen Xing pointed at himself again.

But Shen Xing's move was unnecessary. In strange novels, foxes are traditionally portrayed as treacherous and sinister monsters. This is why the authors of those novels took the high IQ of real foxes as reference.

Foxes are clever beasts.

Otherwise, the fable of "The Fox and the Crow" in Krylov's Fables would not have written that the fox used his eloquence to trick the crow on the tree and steal its meat.

Both Chinese and foreigners have a consensus on foxes, which shows that the intelligence of foxes is undoubtedly among the best in the animal kingdom!

Unexpectedly, the old fox nodded.

"Hmm?" Shen Xing was delighted when he saw its action.

What the hell, the old fox actually knows that young couple?

"Are you sure you know the original owner of this wooden house?" Shen Xing didn't believe it and asked again.

The old fox nodded again.

Shen Xing's eyes lit up and he quickly asked:

"Are they a couple?"

Unexpectedly, this time, the old fox shook his head.

"Oh, no..." Shen Xing sighed deeply, looking disappointed.

Shaking the head means denying it. The original owner that the old fox knew was not Chen Jianjia and the other ill-fated couple.

But soon, Shen Xing received the old fox's voice.

"Ok?"

"You're making conditions to me?"

Shen Xing was a little surprised to hear the old fox's thoughts.

This old fox actually put forward a condition to him. If he did not agree to this condition, it would not answer any of Shen Xing's subsequent questions.

It will only continue speaking if Shen Xing agrees to its condition.

The old fox shook his head just now, not because he didn't know, but because he refused to answer.

This cunning old fox actually dared to negotiate with Shen Xing!

Shen Xing just picked up a brick and smashed it on the head. The old fox was about to die, and it still dared to make conditions?

"Didn't I promise you that as long as you answer my questions truthfully, I can consider letting you live." Shen Xing glanced at it and said coldly.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

On the side, Huang Daxian became anxious when he heard Shen Xing wanted to let the old fox go.

This old fox was the murderer who almost killed his girlfriend. Huang Daxian was a man of revenge, and he had to bite this old beast to death! Shen Xing stopped Huang Daxian and said:

"That old thing has lost all its teeth and can't even bite flesh. The wound on your girlfriend's neck was probably not caused by it."

Shen Xing shook his head.

Speaking of which, Wong Tai Sin should thank this toothless old fox. If the white foxes had not provided the female weasel to the old fox, the old fox would have few teeth and could not bite the meat. How could the female weasel have waited for Wong Tai Sin to bring people to rescue it?
When Huang Daxian heard this, he nodded.

The culprit was not the old fox, but the white fox leader who was fighting with the dragon wolfhound outside the wooden house!
"Old man, tell me, what are the conditions?" Shen Xing glanced at it indifferently.

Soon, he received the old fox's voice.

"Huh? You want me to let your disciples go?" Shen Xing was a little surprised.

The old fox’s condition was that Shen Xing should let go of the foxes outside the cabin.

It can be said that those foxes are basically descendants of the old foxes, and some are grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

To use the words of the immortal cultivation novel, this is a family of foxes. The old fox is the ancestor, and the foxes outside the wooden house are the younger generation of the family. They are the old fox's disciples and grandchildren, and their direct descendants.

Shen Xing glanced at the two weasel corpses under the bed and stroked his chin in thought.

Although nature is cruel and there is a food chain, survival of the fittest still applies. The fact that Wong Tai Sin's fellow tribesmen were killed by wild foxes is in line with the laws of nature and there is nothing to say about it.

But after all, it was Shen Xing who specifically called down the mountain to help capture the gray fairy from Wong Tai Sin's clansmen.

Shen Xing himself bears some responsibility for this matter.

"I can't promise you that."

"They are my friends. Your disciples are killing my friends. It is not reasonable for me to agree to your condition."

Shen Xing shook his head.

Since the old fox doesn't want to say it, that's fine.

Those weasels helped him scare the village bully Ma Lengzi in the middle of the night, and also promised to come and catch the gray fairy. To Shen Xing, they were animal friends like the lynx and the ram.

For the sake of personal gain, let go of the blood feud of killing a friend?
Sorry, can't do that.

"Forget it, you don't have many days left." Shen Xing wanted to end the life of the old fox on the bloody bed, but when he thought about it, judging from its condition, it would not live for many days.

forget it!
Shen Xing shook his head and was about to leave the house with Huang Daxian and the female weasel.

The old fox fairy suddenly raised his head and let out a sharp cry.

"Ok?"

Hearing the voice, Shen Xing turned around.

"What, you changed your mind?" Shen Xing looked indifferent and glanced at the old fox.

The old fox gave him a look.

"Okay, I agree to this. Life and death are determined by fate. As long as they survive, I promise that the hounds will not chase them." Shen Xing nodded.

He agreed to the new conditions proposed by the old fox.

Nature is cruel. If you can survive from the claws of those hounds, you are lucky to be alive.

As for which foxes were lucky enough to save their lives, no one knows.

Shen Xing looked around the wooden house, trying to find a chair to sit on, but he couldn't find one and the ground was too dirty, so he had to stand and look down at the old fox lying on the bloody bed.

This time, the old fox nodded and communicated with Shen Xing through his telepathy.

Old fox, it knows the original owner of this wooden house!

To be precise, it’s getting to know the hostess!
"hostess?"

Shen Xing was a little excited and asked quickly:

"Is there a scar on your face, from your eye to your left cheek?"

Afraid that the old fox wouldn't understand, Shen Xing made a few gestures on his face to explain the scar.

"A scar is a wound."

The old fox understood what Shen Xing said and nodded.

"It really is her!"

The hostess that the old fox knew was Chen Jianjia’s wife!

That was the poor woman who was raped and brutally murdered in this wooden house!
"How did you two meet?" Shen Xing asked again.

Then the old fox told him with his inner voice.

A long voice.

The old fox told a very long story.

Many, many years ago, when the old fox was still a little fox, one day, he went out hunting with his mother in the mountains, but he got lost. He followed the scent of his mother and unknowingly came to this forest farm with many wooden houses.

The forest farm was still operating at that time, and there were many workers sawing wood around the wooden house. The little fox was very scared when he saw so many people, and he ran around in the forest farm. As a result, he was accidentally caught by a worker.

The worker saw that it was a white fox with smooth white fur. He excitedly said that he would take it home to make a fox fur scarf for his wife.

Although the little fox was not big at that time, it was already sub-adult and its body was well developed, not much different from an adult fox.

When the little fox was caught, it wailed and struggled, but it was of no avail.

The worker locked it in an iron cage and prepared to take it home down the mountain at night.

The little fox howled miserably in the cage until its throat became hoarse, but no one came to rescue it and its mother fox didn't notice that it was missing.

The sun set and night was about to fall. The worker took the little fox away and when he walked to the door, he met a man and a woman.

They were a very young couple. The couple was carrying a lot of bags in their hands, and it was obvious that they had just returned from the market.

The little fox was in the cage, trembling. He lay down and saw a woman looking at him.

She has big, bright eyes and long black hair, but unfortunately, she has a long scar on her face.

When the woman saw the little fox in the cage, her eyebrows curved and she looked very excited.

The little fox couldn't understand human language. He only knew that the woman and the man were pointing at him in the cage and saying a few words.

Then the man took one out of the package in his hand and handed it to the worker who caught him.

The little fox had a sharp nose and smelled the aroma of wine.

It was a jar of very fragrant wine.

The worker smiled happily, took the wine, and handed the cage to the woman.

The woman took the cage, held it carefully against her chest, held the cat in the cage, and walked towards the wooden house.

The little fox in the cage huddled up and looked at the woman nervously. It smelled a pleasant scent, which was the scent of the woman's perfume.

A very light perfume scent, like the rose bushes its mother had taken it to.

The woman and the man took it back home, closed the door, brought some water and dried meat, and carefully reached into the cage.

The woman was mumbling something, but no one knew what she was saying. The little fox couldn't understand, but it could sense the woman's kindness.

The little fox was so hungry and the jerky smelled so good that he couldn't resist the temptation and bit the jerky handed to him by the woman.

The woman smiled and snuggled into the man's chest, watching the dog wolfing down the dried meat in the cage with a smile on her face.

A moment of silence for the Zhuhai 11.11 major incident, the old beast should be cut into pieces!!!
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