But I didn't expect that after I asked, my dad stopped talking.

He just sat in the chair with his head in pain, as if he was annoyed.

I didn't dare to continue to ask, and when he recovered a little, I took a deep breath, as if thinking of something, and asked, "Dad, can you tell me something!" ”

Probably because I asked seriously, my dad was stunned, and then nodded solemnly.

I calmed my mind, looked at my dad's face, and asked softly, "Did you save a fox a long time ago?" ”

At the cemetery, Mrs. Liu said to me when she was dying.

I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and I'm wondering why Mrs. Liu asked me to ask my dad if he had saved a fox more than twenty years ago.

What does this have to do with our family!?

Could it be that our family has become what it is now, and it has something to do with the fox that my father saved?

There is also the fox demon man who appeared.

My dad didn't expect me to ask this, or he thought I didn't know about it, and he reacted so much that he looked up at me with surprise and disbelief on his face.

"Who told you?" My dad asked me out of the blue.

My heart sank at that time, and I didn't know how to answer.

I looked at my dad's stunned face and asked tentatively, "Have you saved it?" ”

He stopped talking.

After a long time, he seemed to have figured out something, sighed, nodded and said, "Saved." ”

"A red fire fox." My dad muttered, a look of dazed remembrance in his eyes.

Twenty years ago.

My dad was still very young, in his twenties, and his personality was far less stable and thick than it is now, although it had been reformed in those years, and there was no famine.

But at that time, life was still tight, and many people in the village would go to the mountains to hunt and make some traps in the autumn after harvesting the crops in the fields.

My dad was young and able to run at that time, and he often went to the mountains to dig traps with the villagers, and the red fox that my dad saved fell into the traps set by the villagers.

At that time, in order to make a living, all the prey hunted in the mountains was eaten.

Our side of the mountains and forests are dense and layered, and my father and the villagers went into the mountains to check and trap, but they got lost in the mountains and forests.

The older generation said that there were a lot of ghosts and ghosts in the mountains and forests, and my dad must have been surrounded by the immortals at that time.

In fact, it means that the ghost hits the wall.

Later, when I walked around in the woods, I found a trap dug by him, and there was a fox under the trap, and his right hind leg was caught in an iron clip, and the blood stained by the fluff was dried and coagulated, and the strength was very serious.

Moreover, the villagers go to the mountains every few days or even a week, and the white fox under the pit is estimated that it has been clamped for several days, the blood has dried up, and there is no aura of a fox in his eyes.

The fox is so cunning that people in the mountains know that sometimes it will play dead, just wait for you to rescue it, and run away when it gets the chance.

But it was a little fox.

Because of such a thing as a fox, the real old fox trap is rarely caught, and my dad can see it from the size.

If it had been another villager who had been hunting all year round, he might have picked up a stone and killed the red fox, but my dad was young at the time, and he could see the tears in the corners of the fox's eyes that were wet with pain.

My dad went down and caught the fox, and that night he spent the night with the fox in a cave on the edge of a cliff in the woods.

When he returned to the village, he didn't tell any of the villagers about the fox, and secretly locked the fox in the firewood room behind his grandmother's house.