Yan Ang walked into a small workshop with ease. Because it was getting late, there were not many people in the market, and the workshop was inconspicuous, there were only Yan Ang and the workshop owner Uncle Chen and a few guys in the workshop, "Uncle Chen, do you want to deal with this ginseng?" As soon as he entered the door, Yan Ang shouted towards the workshop counter.

Uncle Chen in Yan Ang's mouth is a one-eyed middle-aged man, and he has three deep claw marks on his left eye, as if he was caught by some animal. It should have been a kind face, so it added some evil.

Uncle Chen lay on an easy chair and staggered, and immediately bounced up from the chair when he heard Yan Ang's words. "Where is the ginseng? I'll show it to the old man!"

Yan Ang was not ambiguous, and directly threw the ginseng in his hand on the counter. "Hey, my little ancestor, this is ginseng. You're precious!"

Uncle Chen's eyes lit up when he saw this ginseng, "Yo ho ho, this is the best in ginseng, good things, good things, where did we get it...... Ninety-seven taels I received?" Uncle Chen's eyes were straight, and his gaze did not leave the ginseng for a moment.

"Hey, I'm lucky, I saw it when I entered the mountain, huh, ninety-six taels and two catties of rabbit meat?" Yan Ang replied with a smile. He and Uncle Chen are old acquaintances, otherwise they wouldn't have come to Uncle Chen's workshop without going to the pharmacy.

While handling the mud on the ginseng, Uncle Chen beckoned the guy in the store to take two catties of rabbit meat, "These days, your little fox eats better than my old man." Uncle Chen squeezed his eyes and quipped.

"I'm just going to depend on this little fox for my life, besides, Uncle Chen is in good health, where is the old man. ”

Yan Ang shook his head and took the rabbit meat from the clerk, "Uncle Chen, then I'll slip away." Yan Ang didn't wait for Uncle Chen's answer, and went out to a small cabin.

Uncle Chen's gaze left the ginseng and looked at Yan Ang's back, "Interesting, the taste of the tail." He clapped his hands, slowly lay back in his easy chair, squinted and muttered, "After waiting so long, the ...... finally began."

......

Yan Ang opened the door of the wooden house, and there was a faint smell in his nose. "Oh, oops, fragrant fox, you're really fragrant...... Others say that foxes stink, but why is my little fox so fragrant?" Yan Ang put the rabbit meat on the table, picked up the red fox lying in the bed, and sniffed it fiercely with his nose.

"Whew" The little fox looked disgusted and turned his head away.

Yan Ang, sixteen years old, woke up in the Changbai Mountains when he was ten years old, he didn't know anything about his past, if it weren't for the four words "Yan Ang is ten years old" written with a brush in his left hand, he didn't even know who his surname was, and the day he woke up was his birthday. Because "Yan Ang" is homophonic to "Hades", most people who are familiar with Yan Ang call him Hades.

Red fox, Yan Ang accidentally fell off a cliff when he was twelve years old, and when he opened his eyes, he saw this red fox...... Of course, Yan Ang didn't recognize it as his parents, and after being confused for a while, he found that it was the red fox who kept giving him water with his mouth to drink, so that he woke up before dark, otherwise, God knows whether Yan Ang was eaten by wolves or wild dogs.

After Yan Ang roasted a hare for the red fox to eat, the red fox followed him. This fox is very human, and Yan Ang even thinks that it can understand his own speech. Because the red fox is always fragrant, Yan Ang always warms his feet with it, and sometimes calls it a fragrant fox.

In short, the fox and Hades lived together, slept together, and woke up together. Yan Ang is not a lonely lamp with a lonely shadow.

He cared a lot about the fox.

It's just that their lives are no longer so peaceful and beautiful.

"Little fox, I've got a big deal, you know, it's a big thing the size of your ten fox heads. The red fox half-squinted, looking at Yan Ang helplessly, "Huh" and then the little fox jumped on the table where the rabbit meat was placed, "Huh" "Okay, okay, let's eat on the way, we should run away." ”

Be careful to sail the 10,000-year-old ship, this is the secret of Yan Ang's survival in Changbai Mountain in the past eight years, what if the hook-nosed Ah Zhao did the big guy off, track down who raised his white powder? What if the treasure in the cave is too expensive, and the big guy has the heart to kill again?

A long-haired boy of about eighteen years old, his appearance is not bad, as long as he asks Yan Ang in the bazaar, he will be exposed. So Yan Ang had to hide.

Yan Ang didn't actually have any valuables at home, but when he woke up at the age of ten, he had a necklace by his side, and the main purpose of his return was this necklace and the little fox - he also hoped to find his parents and his past.

After packing up his things and packing the silver, Yan Ang put the red fox into the package as well, and only let it show its head.

"Huh?"

"Where are we going?"

"Whew!"

"Don't worry, I have already made our wild boar nest in the wild boar forest.

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, there are many rabbits in the wild boar forest, and your rabbits are indispensable. Yan Ang touched the red fox's head and smoothed its fur.

"Your fur is getting softer. ”

"Whew~" The red fox shook its head, and seemed to dislike others touching its head. "Hahahaha, let's go. ”

"Go hide in the mountains for a while, and those two monsters won't find me...... It's strange that someone can still grow a tail these days, don't you say, little fox?" Yan Ang shook his head, closed the door of the wooden house and left.

The little fox shook its ears and retracted its head into the package. "Strange, the little fox is sensitive to the word 'tail'?"

Yan Ang scratched his head, put his hand into the backpack and pulled the little fox's tail, "Whew!" The little fox's head suddenly popped out, and the fur seemed to become more red. "Hmm...... This is a little sensitive? Hahahaha, little fox, little fox, I haven't found this weakness of yours...... When we get to the boar's den, let me take a good look at your tail, okay? ”

The fox immediately retracted his head back into his backpack and tightened the zipper of his backpack by the way.

"Hey, hey, you're going to suffocate, you stupid fox, forget it, you won't be dead for a while. Yan Ang put the backpack on his chest, hung the necklace around his neck, and took advantage of the night to enter the Changbai Mountain Range again.

In the Changbai Mountain Range, Yan Ang was in a hurry, and the journey of half an hour was forced to take an hour because of the night fog. Soon, Yan Ang arrived at the Wild Boar Forest, "Strange, how do you feel that Changbai Mountain has changed?" Yan Ang frowned as he entered the Wild Boar Forest.

On the northwest side of the wild boar forest, Yan Ang kicked away a handful of grass on the ground, "No, this grass hasn't withered for a week?

Yan Ang became vigilant for a moment, he touched the entrance of the cave, "Hey, my mechanism has not been triggered, it's strange, could it be that the Changbai Mountain Range has been full of fog at night for the past few days, so the grass has not withered last week?"

Yan Ang cautiously entered the wild boar nest he had built, which was very spacious, and could even be compared to Yan Ang's cabin.

"Okay, okay, little fox, can you come out, little fox?" Yan Ang opened his backpack and found that the little fox was curled up in a lump and asleep. Alas, sleep so soundly, I'm embarrassed to use you as a pillow, forget it, you should be a belly warmer tonight. ”

The red fox slept soundly and didn't realize that he had been stuffed under the covers by someone again.

A few days of guarding the ginseng by the hot springs had already exhausted Yan Ang, and he quickly fell asleep with the red fox in his arms.