My master is the coffin

Chapter 96 White Fox
This slap made Hongxi dizzy.Before Hongxi could recover, people came up one after another.The same words, the same slaps, each person slapped one.

I don't know why, but the person who was making a fuss and wanted to refund the money suddenly became quiet.No one spoke in the whole theatre.There were only loud slaps, which sounded every two or three seconds.

Hongxi stood on the stage without any resistance at all, and just let those people hit her.It can be said that all of today's events have scared her into a daze.It is true that she is proud, but after all, she has never experienced storms.

Everyone looked at the stage, at Hongxi.Only then did she realize that the taste of being under the spotlight was not so pleasant.

The warlord walked up slowly, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and touched Hongxi frivolously.

Hongxi didn't resist anymore, to be precise, she was too frightened by this scene to resist.

The warlord looked at Hong Xi with disdain on his face: "Why don't you hit me anymore? You keep hitting me? I'll just touch you, how about it?"

Hong Xi said nothing.

The more the warlord spoke, the more angry he became, and he stared and said with extremely mean words: "I treat you with delicious food and drink, touch you twice, and you give me a mouth. Now one person gives you a slap in the face, are you serious? I'm going to kill you here, do you dare to say anything? I'm bah! You low-class people are cheap. I think highly of you and call you a horn. In fact, to put it bluntly, aren't you just a stinky singer? What are you pretending to be here? miss?"

After the warlord said these words, he raised his hand and smashed the glass of wine on Hong Xilian's face.

Hongxi's face was already swollen from the beating, and she grinned in pain when she was splashed with this glass of white wine.

The warlord threw the cup on the ground casually, turned and left.And the rest of the people followed suit.

It was dark when it was all over.

The Xijia class was originally lively and lively, but on this night it became moaning and moaning.

Hongxi stood on the stage, motionless for several hours, her two cheeks swollen.Blood oozes from the corners of his mouth.

No one dared to talk to her.Even the old class leader just put the food beside her from a distance, and then went back with a sigh.

In the middle of the night, Hongxi finally collapsed, tilted her body and fell to the ground.Then she started crying loudly.

The tears flowed into the wound, bursts of pain.Hongxi felt pain and sadness at the same time.This crying, I cried until midnight.

And its white fox squatted in front of it, with tears in its eyes.

On the second day, the troupe owner opened the door and saw Hongxi sleeping on the stage.He sighed and walked over, pushed Hongxi: "Hey, don't sleep here, I caught a cold later, and my throat is broken."

However, when his hands touched Hongxi's body, he realized that Hongxi was already cold.

The old troupe leader was startled, and more than 60 people jumped up and rushed to the stage in one step.

Looking at Hongxi again at this time, there is a big wound on her neck.It was clearly bitten by something.And Hongxi's white fox has disappeared since then.

Hearing this, I couldn't help asking the white fox: "You really killed Hongxi?"

The white fox was caught by me and the thin man, and nodded: "I killed it."

Wushuang had been sighing a lot upon hearing this story, but at this moment he suddenly heard the white fox himself admitting that he killed Hongxi, he couldn't help being furious, and shouted: "Hongxi is so kind to you, yet you actually killed her?"

Baihu bit her lip and shook her head: "I don't want to, but what's the point of Hongxi's life at this time? She's such an arrogant person, and she was slapped in the face by so many people. How could she live? But she didn't dare Suicide, she was afraid of pain, so she begged me to help her."

The thin man couldn't help but interjected, "You should persuade her to live well. Why die?"

The white fox originally begged us to let it live, but when she heard the thin man say this, she suddenly became furious, and she said angrily, "What are you talking about? Can she survive? I think she is better alive than dead. to suffer."

Zhi Zha Wu waved his hand: "Go on, what happened afterwards?"

The white fox said: "After I killed Hongxi, her soul was not reconciled. One circled around the stage, repeating a sentence over and over again: Am I not singing well? Am I not singing well? "

Finally, Hongxi said to Baihu: "Can I sing well?"

The white fox nodded.

Hongxi asked again: "They wronged me, right?"

The white fox still nodded.

Then, Hongxi actually possessed the body of the white fox.

I was a little surprised and said, "Why? Can human souls possess other animals?"

Zhizha Wu said: "That's not possession, it's Hongxi feeding the white fox with her soul. Some animals can communicate with spirits, live to a certain age, and can learn to absorb human souls to cultivate themselves."

I suddenly realized: "No wonder many foxes in the story turned into beauties to seduce men. It turns out that they are using human souls to cultivate?"

Zhi Zha Wu nodded: "They use human souls to cultivate, which will make the souls weaker and weaker. Although they can't die for a while, they will gradually lose weight and get sick."

Speaking of this, Baihu also nodded: "Yes, Hongxi is indeed feeding me with her soul. At the beginning, I didn't know, but later, as I got older, I gradually understood Yes. But Hongxi has raised me for so long. The two of us eat and sleep together. I think we have figured out our minds. Her soul stays in my body, just like staying in her own body Same. It's a pity that after several decades, two ghost messengers came and said that she had reached the end of her life, so they took her away."

Zhi Zha Wu asked, "Since Hong Xi has been captured by ghost guards, why do you continue to harm people?"

The white fox said: "I'm not harming anyone, I'm fulfilling Hongxi's wish. Although her soul has been taken away, the resentment in her heart is still there. These resentments are attached to the things she used. , in the house I stayed in. It’s right here, in this yard, and in the alley outside. I believe you must have seen it when you came.”

We all nodded helplessly.

The white fox went on to say: "When Hongxi was taken away, I already knew how to cultivate by using human souls. Moreover, thanks to Hongxi's help, I made a lot of progress in those years, and I have already begun to take on a human form. When she leaves Afterwards, I felt itchy again, so I went outside to find someone to catch them and continue to practice with their souls.

"I was just an ordinary white fox. It can be said that the reason why I took this road was all because of Hongxi. I learned the art of fox charm without a teacher. I seduce the men passing by the alley, Then use their souls to practice. When I was practicing, Hongxi’s grievances were always restless, and I could feel them. So, I arranged for the people I captured to listen to the drama. I asked them to admit Hongxi’s drama with their own mouths. Alright, let them say that Hong Xi sings beautifully."

I tied the paper and said silently: "Does it work?"

The white fox stared: "Of course it works. Recently, I feel that Hongxi's resentment has gradually dissipated a lot. I believe that as long as she sings a few more scenes, Hongxi will be able to leave with peace of mind."

Zhizha Wu looked at the three of us, and suddenly said to Baihu with a pleasant face: "We are the audience, how about you singing another play for us?"

The white fox nodded.

The three of us couldn't help saying: "What if it runs away?"

Zhi Zha Wu shook his head: "I believe it."

Zhi Zha Wu's words seemed to be full of confidence, so we couldn't say anything more.He could only guard the four sides of the stage firmly and try his best to keep the white fox under control.

The white fox waited slowly to get on the stage.Suddenly, I felt like she was a different person.

Although the appearance and clothing have not changed.But her demeanor and movements suddenly became full of accent, and I couldn't help admiring in my heart: "It seems that this is Hongxi's demeanor back then."

The white fox stood on the stage, imitating Hongxi back then.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, there were thousands of troops and horses, mourning on all sides.We were surrounded by the singing, and we couldn't help feeling a little bit of sadness in our hearts.

The white fox on the stage suddenly changed its attire. It had long sleeves and danced well, and was circling around. Beside him, there was a stalwart man.However, this man had a fox's head on his neck.

At this time, I realized that Baihu is not just singing, she has reached the point where she can pretend to be whoever she is, and she can do it at her fingertips.

At this time, her face was full of tears and smiles, love and sorrow, and then she sang in a long voice: "The Han soldiers are already on the ground, the songs are singing everywhere, the king is exhausted, and the concubine can't live. "

The man beside him looked up to the sky and howled like a wolf.Then, he stretched out his arms and hugged her around the waist.

The white fox's body was soft and boneless, with its back leaning on the man's arm.The head drooped, and Qingsi dragged to the ground.And a section of snow-white neck was also revealed.

The man lowered his head and bit her neck.Then, blood gushed out with bubbles, soaking all her clothes red.

We were dumbfounded and stared at the stage in a daze.It wasn't until everything disappeared and the white fox stood on the stage again that we came back to our senses and couldn't help applauding.

The white fox murmured to himself: "Is the singing nice?"

We responded enthusiastically: "It sounds good, it sounds good."

The white fox looked sad: "It's been so many years, and everyone who's heard it says it's nice. Why is Hongxi's resentment still unwilling to dissipate?"

At this time, Zhizha Wu slowly came up, and said to the white fox: "Hongxi is dead, her soul has gone, and here, there is no resentment from her."

The white fox looked suspicious: "Impossible, I clearly feel..."

Zhizha Wu sighed: "The grievance here is not Hongxi's, but yours. It is you who have been complaining about her."

(End of this chapter)