Sometimes he really wonders if this fox is really just a fox?

Even if it's a god, isn't it running too fast?

Darkness is already running fast. Even in the mountains, I don't dare to let it run too fast, but it is far from being able to catch up with anything.

But this fox actually ran in front of the darkness, and he couldn't keep up.

Alas... Never mind. In this distant and strange land, the things he saw were so unbelievable that perhaps he should learn to get used to them.

The time is not long, it is not short, and I don't know how long, the fox suddenly stopped.

Darkness slowed down and then paced to a stop behind the fox.

It was a small river that was thawing, and there were still some fine ice floes on the surface of the river, reflecting sporadic reflections in the fine sunlight of the east and west. Transparent and frozen snowflake ice floes were flowing down the current, and one or two slender black figures could be seen floating at the bottom of the river, which should be rare swimming fish. The river that had been frozen for a winter should have suffocated them, and they jumped out of the water from time to time excitedly in the face of this fresh flowing water, and the crystal droplets on their bodies shimmered beautifully in the faint sunlight, and then fell into the mouth of a fox.

Fox...

Xiu looked at the fox blankly, just standing by the river and catching fish in the water.

It won't just be for...

Summoned me over to catch fish, right?

He suddenly wondered if he had been thinking too much at first.

But... If you have any fish, you can catch some today and let them taste them.

By the way, I don't seem to know how to make fish?

Forget it, let's catch it first...

He let go of the darkness and let it look for food on its own, and he ran to the river to find the fish in the river.

They look clumsy, but once they are alarmed, they run very fast, and can swim a long distance in three or two, and when the time comes, they will have to go down the river if they want to catch them again.

Feeling the biting ice water, Xiu had no intention of going down.

He tried two or three times, but found it difficult to catch.

The positions you see are not the same as their actual positions, and if you don't pay attention, you will miss them at once.

Even if you catch it... They were also too slippery, twisting their bodies and running away.

Well...

Maybe you can consider spearfish?

He recalls that in the beginning, when David Apokalis taught him how to find food, he also mentioned how to fork fish with branches.

He looked at the dead branches he had picked up, and he wondered if they would break all at once.

If only this were the Black Forest, where the branches could be used as spears.

He thought so in his heart.

But he also decided to give it a try.

He found a branch that looked relatively straight, as if it was relatively strong, and tried to break it, but it felt like it was broken...

Forget it, there's nothing else...

Patiently waited for the fish in the river to get closer to the river bank little by little.

He crouched by the river, holding a tree branch high, looking intently at the bottom of the river, waiting, waiting...

Waiting for the fish to get closer little by little.

Closer...

Closer...

Now is the time!

Xiu struggled to swing down the branches.

But he struggled to retract his strength and stopped desperately.

Then his face turned as pale as snow!

He used so much force that his branches were almost unretractable, and the tips of the branches were about to stop when they touched the tip of a man's nose.

On his ghost mask, to be exact.

He was dressed in tattered black, and the scars all over his body looked extremely hideous. The wound was no longer bleeding, but it looked a little white and terrible under the soaking of water.

His hair was long, but it looked messy in the water, and it looked a little miserable. He still had red armor on his hands, but there was a distinct scar mark that seemed to have been cut by someone.

It looks like a corpse that has been hacked to death with a knife.

He subconsciously thought of the person he had killed with his own hands in that small inn.

That unbelievable expression, that look full of unwillingness, and... Blood sprayed all over the sky. The sight seemed to be soaked in blood red for a moment, and the wooden stick slipped from his hand, falling on the ghost's face, and slid weakly on the surface of the river.

He seemed to see the cold eyes of the white-faced young man again, the angry eyes of the guards around him, and the frightened eyes of the people outside who seemed to be looking at demons.

He shivered and panted, his hands unconsciously grasping the remnants of snow and wet dirt around him.

He grabbed a handful, leaving deep finger marks on the ground.

No, now is not the time to think about that...

He gritted his teeth hard, little by little, as if he had broken something. He forced himself to grab the man's clothes and dragged him ashore with force and difficulty.

Is there a battle going on around here?

Xiu endured the confusion in his heart, and the fear in his heart that was the first time he had been so close to a corpse.

Although this trace of fear is countless times weaker than the first killing, it is really terrifying.

His hand touched his wound, cold and lifeless. The wound looked like a lifeless piece of raw flesh.

He thought so. Because he has nothing else to describe.

He looked at the fox who had brought him here.

The fox's signature sitting position is like a puppy, sitting on one side, with its tail wrapped around its feet from behind.

If it weren't for the fact that it was still biting a writhing and struggling fish in its mouth, he would really think that the fox was innocent.

Then the fox swallowed the fish into his stomach in two or two times, and looked away, as if he did not know anything.

Forget it, at least it didn't run away, should it be counted as keeping its word?

No, it really understands what it says.

Xiu felt very surprised, but soon he shook his head again and stopped his flying thoughts.

Now the question is, what do you do? Did you bury him?

He still knew that the dead should be buried, but...

Do you want to do it now?

His mind was complicated. He wasn't ready to face the dead, but it looked like if he did, he'd be so wild.

Maybe some other beast will eat him or something, but...

He knew he couldn't do such a thing.

He looked at the crimson ghostface mask on the man's face.

What does he look like?

He knew it wouldn't be good, but...

He still couldn't help but reach out, grab the mask, and carefully take it off.

It's an old face.

His face was even paler than a man, and he had many old age spots. The wrinkles on his forehead were so deep that even the puffy skin that had been soaked in water could not be flattened, and his eyebrows were obliquely erected, as if he had been in a state of anger. Even if his eyes are closed, he can see that he must be an unsmiling and serious person on weekdays.

He didn't think of Gerald's serious expression, but suddenly he noticed that the old man's expression seemed to be even deeper than Gerald's.

It was as if he was in a state of serious anger every day.

But he's dead. Xiu thought so. Maybe it's because he's too serious and he's treated like this...

He looked at the hideous wound.

He must have fought very hard, and even now his fists were still clenched and not released, as if he would swing out at any moment and beat someone up.

He didn't want to die, he probably had family, or someone else waiting for him to go back. Even his nose was still breathing, as if he was still alive.

Such a wound should have been soaked in water for a long time, how could it be alive. All it can be said is...

No, people who are breathing should still be alive, huh?

A twinkle flashed in Xiu's eyes.

He must still be alive!

Oh my God, what should I do with such a wound!

Should I send him back? Will the wound be torn open again? What if you die on the way back?

He immediately panicked again. Finally, he slapped his head hard.

No matter what, there's definitely no way to stay like this! Send it back first!

"Dark!" He called out to the dark, and put the difficult person on the dark's back, and didn't care about the fox who pretended to be well-behaved, and cautiously rushed to the shrine.

(End of chapter)