my fox girl

Chapter 338 Dumb
The altar in Qingqiu is very large, and the stone steps are also very long, piled up layer upon layer. The temple bathed in golden light seems to be hidden in the clouds.

Only after clearing the clouds and seeing the sun can we get a glimpse of it.

The woman with her baby in her arms stood under the stone steps, raised her head to look up, and then her eyes fell on the layers of white powder beside the stone steps.

Those are the ashes accumulated over thousands of years.

Human ashes.

Being mixed together, being trampled by the tribe regardless of each other.

Watching and watching, her dull eyes gradually became blurred and blurred. She tried her best to identify the ones that belonged to him.

But Qingqiu's flame is enough to burn away any breath.

She can't tell the difference.

I heard that he was burned for a full six hours, and he was the longest-surviving human being in thousands of years. There should be only a few of them, but there are so many here, I really can't tell the difference.

Since she can't tell the difference, then take them all away, she thought to herself, carrying the baby girl in her arms on her back, kneeling on the ground, picking up the ashes on the ground with her hands, and putting them in her pocket.

She pretended to be very serious, very, very serious, for fear that she would miss a little bit.

But there were too many ashes, and her little pocket was soon filled.

Many fox demons in Qingqiu witnessed her actions and stepped forward to dissuade her. She didn't realize it, but tightly covered her pockets with her hands, and walked out of the city with her newborn child on her back.

Go back to the small courtyard in the deep mountains.

A large pit was dug and the ashes were poured into it.

Then he took a bigger bag and returned to Qingqiu City, repeating the previous move.

This time, more members of the clan dissuaded her, and some even cursed. She really wanted to pour her hatred on these so-called fellow clansmen, but she was concerned about her daughter on her back, and the ashes were not finished yet.

She could only hide all her thoughts and emotions for later.

In a few days, the woman went back and forth to the city several times, and each time she carried the baby on her back, which she knew would be very dangerous.

But she wanted to involve herself and his children in dealing with the funeral for her father and her husband.

The city of Qingqiu was buzzing again, and more and more residents knew that there was a woman with a baby on her back who was digging up the ashes of human beings under the altar.

They didn't know the purpose of her actions, why she did it, and where she took the ashes.

Someone tried to follow, but was stopped by Huanghuang's female voice.

The voice seemed to come from the sky, and they all knew who it belonged to.

It belongs to the fox god standing proudly in the clouds.

That being the case, no one will follow up and dare not go again.

No one even went to stop the woman.

Just look on.

a few days later.

A quiet valley with gurgling streams.

The perennial colorful flower garden in the small courtyard disappeared, and was replaced by a huge tomb covered with flower seeds.

Some have already sprouted buds, full of vitality.

In the old days.

Every time she sees this scene, the woman will show a very happy expression and share her joy with him around her.

But now her face is extremely cold, and those eyes that are usually lively are also dim at this moment, only filled with infinite sadness and hatred.

Looking at the baby girl in her arms, there was a touch of tenderness on her face, and there was still a bit of reluctance. After a while, she took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the courtyard door.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems to have been gone for a long time.

She came to a mountain forest surrounded by mountains and rivers, and stood on the top of the mountain looking at a small single-family courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

This place seems to be a small courtyard like my own home, but in comparison, it is very simple.

Even the courtyard wall is incomplete, and the house is crookedly built.

In the middle of the yard, there is a girl in a green dress leaning against a tree to enjoy the shade.
Just sitting on the ground, not even a chair.

The woman withdrew her gaze, looked at the baby girl in her arms again, and looked at her own daughter. She was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

The little tail hidden in the swaddling clothes swayed gently, but there were no fox ears on the exposed little head.

Demonstrating her half-demon identity.

The woman didn't know if her decision was right or not, even though the girl in the green skirt at the foot of the mountain looked very unreliable.

She also didn't know if this young girl would accept her daughter.

But at this time, she had no choice, she didn't know if she could come back after this trip.

Probably won't come back.

she thought to herself.

Then he squatted down, put the daughter in his arms on the ground, stuffed the white silk prepared in advance into her swaddling clothes, and helped her tightly wrap the little quilt around her body.

Looking at her unaware daughter, the woman's eyes were full of tenderness, and it was even more reluctant to part with her.

She reached out to touch the other's cheek, and then touched her daughter one last time.

But the hand that was outstretched in the air suddenly stopped, and she struggled for a while, then she withdrew it again.

She was afraid that her actions would wake up her sleeping daughter, and she was afraid that her daughter would cry when she woke up.

She was even more afraid that because of her daughter's crying, she would be reluctant to leave her behind.

After staring quietly for a long time, the nostalgia in her eyes gradually faded, then she stood up, resisted not looking back, and walked towards Qingqiu City.

Under the spotless white dress, six pure white foxtails protruded out.
It is night, and the full moon is in the sky.

Qingqiu is called Yuexi, also known as the Festival of Worshiping the Moon.

In Qingqiu City in previous years, it should be covered with bright moonlight at this time, and the fox clan bowed down to worship the moon one after another.

Bathed in the brilliance of the moonlight.

But this year it is full of flames, and the gorgeous flames are soaring into the sky.

The stone mirror standing at the city gate was full of red light.

By the woods, by the river.

The girl in the green skirt in the small courtyard stretched her waist, rubbed her sleepy eyes, stood up from under the tree, looked at the full moon in the sky, and hesitated whether she should worship the moon or not.

After struggling for a moment, she decided to eat something first, and only when she was full would she have the energy to do other things.

Well, yes, that's it.

Thinking in her heart, she went into the house and rummaged through the boxes for a while, but found nothing.

After a while, she carried a big bag, walked out of the courtyard with helplessness and anticipation, planning to go to the mountain to pick billions of berries.

The products on the mountain are rich, and she ate while walking, looking at the bulging cloth bag in her hand, with a satisfied expression on her face.

Just as she was about to go down the mountain to go home, she suddenly heard a faint cry, her fox ears trembled a few times, and she looked towards the top of the mountain.

I didn't see anything, it must be an illusion.

The girl in the green skirt, who was always afraid of trouble, comforted herself in this way, and continued to walk down the mountain.

But as soon as she took two steps, her footsteps stopped again, and she stood still for a long time, hesitating for a long time, listening to the weaker and weaker cries, she sighed, and finally turned around and walked up the mountain.

The deserted village, that dilapidated courtyard.

The woman in the white skirt standing in the courtyard looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the brilliance of the moonlight fell on her face.

"Dumb."

A call came from her mouth, very soft, almost inaudible, trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)