The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

I was in a terrible mood, but thankfully the prison food was pretty good. I ate all kinds of chicken: roast chicken, stewed chicken, beggar's chicken, rooster, hen, and chicks.

"Today's dish is chicken stew with mushrooms!" Before the food even entered the house, Jiang Zhiyang announced the name of the dish. Since turning into a fox, his sense of smell has become exceptionally keen. The advantages are obvious, but the disadvantages are also there. Why can't he help throw out that shoe covered in dog poop?

Besides his keen sense of smell, even Jiang Zhiyang himself didn't realize that he was becoming more and more like a fox.

During the days he was locked in the dark room, Yu Qingjun mostly meditated. Jiang Zhiyang, bored out of his mind, would kneel on the ground, lean his upper body against Qingjun's legs, and play with his ears.

Actually, he would prefer to change his position, such as lying down and resting his head on Qingjun's lap, but then Yu Qingjun would keep tapping his head until he left.

Only in this current position can Yu Qingjun barely accept it.

Jiang Zhiyang rested his head on her lap. The scent of Lord Qingjun was like cherry blossoms after the rain, crisp and slightly sweet. He wanted so much to take a bite, because he liked her so much that he wanted to possess her, to taint his own impure scent in her fragrance.

He opened his mouth and gently scraped against Lord Qingjun's skirt with his canine teeth. Sometimes, Lord Qingjun would hit him hard on the head, but occasionally, she would indulge him.

Most of the time, Yu Qingjun wouldn't initiate any conversations, and the small dark room would be extremely quiet. Jiang Zhiyang would then talk to her casually.

"Kiyo-kun, how did you like the food today?"

"Lord Qingjun, I can't stand it anymore, I really want to go out!"

"Kiyo-kun, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Lord Qingjun, how do we get out?"

"Lord Qingjun, how can we find Bai Chan?"

"Qingjun, Yu Qingjun, please listen to me!"

At first, Yu Qingjun would answer his pointless questions seriously, but gradually she became perfunctory. When Jiang Zhiyang asked questions more and more frequently, she realized that he was just making trouble for no reason. After that, she was too lazy to even make a sound to respond.

Jiang Zhiyang looked at her tightly closed eyes and felt extremely irritated. He opened his mouth and left deep and shallow teeth marks on her calves, and then satisfied with the beating he received.

This is what he's looking for: engaging interactions.

Different foxes deliver food every day, but today it was the same old acquaintance who brought them in before.

He had acquired a new outfit, and the fox looked radiant; it seemed he had received a hefty reward for capturing the two of them.

Bored, Jiang Zhiyang turned to bother that old fox.

"Uncle, why won't we let everyone leave Qiuyeping?"

Whether the old fox was kind-hearted or bored, he answered in a long, halting manner, "When you go out to train, injuries, big and small, are inevitable. But in recent years, a group of fox hunters have appeared outside, and countless young people have died. Logically speaking, those who can qualify for training are all foxes who have cultivated to the point of enlightenment and have long since taken human form. They are not likely to be injured by ordinary humans or beastmen."

"So who is it?" Jiang Zhiyang lowered his voice, adopting a gossipy attitude.

"Rumor has it that they are gods." His voice grew lower and lower, but fortunately, his fox ears had good hearing.

"Why is that?" Jiang Zhiyang asked, puzzled. In his mind, gods were always kind and benevolent, born for all living beings and working hard for the peace of the world. How could they go on a killing spree?

"Through continuous training, we foxes can grow up to nine tails, each tail representing a life. It is precisely because of these tails that our fox clan stands out among all the beast clans. But those other races have their eyes on our abilities and attempt to sever our tails and steal our lives!"

Cut off a fox's tail to borrow a god's life? That seems unreasonable. Gods live as long as heaven, why would they need to borrow a life? Besides, the idea of ​​borrowing a life is too mysterious. Is this old fox just spouting nonsense and talking big? Jiang Zhiyang didn't quite believe it, but he was still slightly uneasy.

"I'm sorry, I know you're getting married soon, but I still dragged you in here. But I'm not doing this for no reason. The situation outside is really bad. Remember, don't go out and die."

He spoke earnestly, left a pot of fine wine as an apology, and then left.

Jiang Zhiyang was filled with unease. If what he said was true, Bai Chan was in danger now. Ten days had passed, and he didn't even know where to look for her.

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Jiang Zhiyang was worried, but Bai Chan was having a great time. The world was full of beautiful scenery, and it was so interesting!

The boundless rice fields resembled a sea of ​​clouds before the rain. A gentle breeze rippled through them, creating wave after wave. The full ears of rice bent the stalks, like strings of wind chimes, composing a melody of harvest as they collided with each other. Bai Chan greedily inhaled the fragrance of the rice, taking a deep breath as if she wanted to absorb all the aroma of the fields into her stomach.

The large white geese on the country road were plump and strong, almost as tall as Bai Chan's leg. They swaggered around in flocks, quite arrogant. Bai Chan casually picked up a pebble and aimed it precisely at the head of the tallest goose. Steady! Accurate! Ruthless! Bai Chan burst into laughter, but the goose was not one to be trifled with. It raised its steel-gun-like beak and pecked at Bai Chan's backside. Bai Chan had no choice but to cover his backside and run away in a sorry state.

Every day at the crack of dawn, the river wharf is crowded with vendors. Large fish with long arms are hung from the top of poles by straw ropes, jumping and hopping around, looking fresh as if they were swimming in the water just a second ago.

The half-pig that had just been hauled in on the flatbed cart was chopped into pieces by the butcher's large knife in the next second. The whole pig's head, placed on the corner of the table, still had its eyes wide open, and Bai Chan covered his eyes in fright. In addition to the big fish and meat, there were plenty of fruits and vegetables: greens, eggplants, long beans, and the stems of the zucchini were still oozing green juice.

At the northernmost part of the entire morning market, there are five or six breakfast stalls selling steamed buns, noodles, and wontons. When the steamed bun stall lifts the first steamer, the white steam rises straight up into the sky along with the faint light of the day, turning into a cloud in the vast sky.

Bai Chan loved this steamed bun shop the most. As a fox, she could eat a full ten in one sitting. During those days, her favorite thing to do was to order ten steamed buns and then sit at the table watching the old ladies next to her argue. Although she couldn't understand them very well, the way they tried to attack their opponents with their aura was just too cute.

Further east lies a sea area where the bright sunshine illuminates the azure waters where the sky and sea meet in one. It seems as if those shirtless men could soar into the sky with the current simply by plunging into the sea.

"How expansive!" She closed her eyes and felt the sea breeze whistling. The fish in the water swam into her heart on the wind, teasing her and making her want to come a little closer.

The splashing waves caressed the insteps of his feet, tickling them. His feet were firmly planted on the sand. Although there was no danger, Bai Chan still felt a vague worry in his heart, as if the seawater was rushing into his nostrils and a single wave would swallow the fox whole into the turbulent currents beneath the calm surface.

"It's only for viewing from afar, only for viewing from afar." Bai Chan calmed her heart and stood far away to admire the vastness of the sea.