The night was deeper, and the thing called the fox fairy confronted the uncle through the door, and there was only a dead silence around him, except for the intermittent cry in the nose of the road.

A spark burst out of the dim kerosene lamp on the table, crackled to the ground, and went out, just then there was a shrill singing outside the door:

The song was repeated in a strange and archaic tone, like the cry of a baby who could not yet speak.

The song itself, like the thing that sang this song, does not belong to this era, this world, the uncle was blue-faced, holding the road soil in his arms, and listened with his ears wide open, and listened to it a few times, before he finally understood what the thing was singing.

It sings:

"New He Zi (child), old mattress

One got in, huh!

Got into the hungry (my) belly.

Draw his tendons and eat his heart

Leave the soul to come, hungry to take it

Freeze it into ice! ”

After listening to this song, the uncle's heart was about to be torn in half by fear, and his scalp slammed! The old shotgun in his hand was about to be pinched away by him.

The song was repeated over and over again, sharp and thin, sounding more uncomfortable than a claw scratching the door, and then the big iron door began to ring again, and something outside was pounding on the door.

Bang! Bang! As soon as he hit the ground, the sound was like an earthquake, and the floor and roof were trembling, so frightened that Lu Tu's eyes didn't dare to open.

The door of the uncle's house is said to be an iron door, but in fact it is just a layer of iron wrapped in wood, and in the rural areas of Northeast China at that time, the door was almost like this, looking strong, but actually very thin, very brittle, with a little force, you can kick it open.

Maybe it was the statue of Guan Gong attached to the iron door that played a role, the thing was outside the door, and it hit the ground like this, but after tossing for a long time, the gate still didn't move.

Uncle breathed a sigh of relief. The tense heart slowly relaxed.

The thing seemed to give up in the end, it couldn't get in, and after one last banging on the door, everything was calm again.

The shrill singing also quietly stopped.

The room was cold, the uncle stood up, put his face on the door and listened to the movement outside, the dishes on the table, the meat was still fragrant, and the fragrance wafted into Lu Tu's nose, but in the next second, the taste changed.

The pungent smell of foxes desperately drilled into the house along the cracks of the iron door, and soon, these foxes formed a thin mist in the air.

The smell is still hard to forget, it smells so bad, the smell is spicy, the mist is floating in the house, and it refuses to disperse.

The uncle's heart that had just fallen was hanging in his throat again, he slowly stepped back, reached out and touched a clean handkerchief on the side of the table, and handed it to Lu Tu, he didn't want Lu Tu to smell this smell, the smell of the fox fairy, if people smell too much, the soul will be gone.

Lu Tu used a handkerchief to block his mouth and nose tightly, but the smell of the fox still drilled into it along the seam. He was so uncomfortable that he lowered his head and wanted to vomit, but as soon as he lowered his head, he saw a stuffy thing on the floor, burrowing through the crack in the door.

"Uncle! Look! Lu Tu was frightened, and quickly pulled the uncle behind him, and following the direction of Lu Tu's little finger, the uncle saw the scene he was most unwilling to see and the least dared to see.

Hair! Pale yellow, dense fox fur! Like a needle, drill through the cracks in the doors around you! With the sound of squeaking and squeaking, the sound of metal rubbing against the iron sheet, those hairs seemed to have eyes, and they slipped straight towards the position of the road station, spreading.

The pungent smell of foxes emanated from these thorn-like hairs, one meter, two meters, millions of hairs, huddled together, and soon flooded the tin gate.

Uncle had an itch in his throat, he wanted to shout, but he was already stupid by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't shout at all, in a hurry, he picked up the road soil, like running in the inner room, but those needle-like hairs followed him, growing longer and softer, pouring in through the crack in the door, filling the outhouse, and now floating towards the inner room.

Getting closer and closer, the pale yellow fox fur, flying, like countless maggots, getting closer and closer to the uncle and nephew, Lu Tu was too frightened to cry, he hid his head in the uncle's arms, closed his eyes, turned his back, and did not dare to open his eyes.

The smell of foxes became stronger and stronger, and seeing those weird furs getting closer and closer to him, the uncle gritted his teeth and roared angrily:

"Thief brute! Die! Then he pulled the trigger of the shotgun.

Rumble! A tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle of the shotgun, and Lu Tu could smell the smell of the green smoke rolling with gunpowder, which slightly diluted the fox's commotion.

However, the gun had no effect on the thing, and the iron sand was like a net, which erupted from the mouth of the shotgun, and shot at the hairs, and through them, it struck the earthen wall of the outhouse.

When the uncle saw this scene, his scalp exploded! He didn't even think about it, and boom! Another shot at the mass was fired, but the result was the same.

He trembled his hands, put the empty shotgun on the side, and then pulled the road dirt, and began to retreat to the corner, the fox hair, the messy fox hair, fluttering in the air, spreading, and finally forced into the corner, less than a meter away from the uncle and nephew!

At the moment of life and death, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the uncle's mind, he had heard a feng shui gentleman say when he was young that the blood in the tip of a man's tongue can drive away evil spirits!

I didn't have time to think about it, the uncle was ruthless, and bit out the tip of his tongue, and the hot blood mixed with the foaming stars sprayed directly on the mass of things!

Wow! The moment the blood touched the fox's fur, it was as if a ball of snow had been thrown on the stove, and the burning ball of hair sizzled.

They contracted sharply and retreated, but it wasn't long before they came back again.

The uncle saw it, didn't say a word, bit the tip of his tongue again, didn't care about the pain in his heart, and sprayed another mouthful of blood, but this time, it didn't have any effect, the mass of things just stopped a little in the air, and spread again.

It's too close! The fear in Lu Tu's heart was slightly suppressed by curiosity, so he opened his eyes slightly and peeked out.

The hair, the pale yellow fox hair, as fine as silk, was spreading towards him little by little, and among those hairs, there was a pair of blood-red triangular eyes, which were staring at him resentfully, and he was so frightened that he almost cried, so he quickly turned his head and closed his eyes.

Those triangular eyes, Lu Tu will never forget for the rest of his life.

The eyes of the fox fairy!

Uncle leaned his back against the wall, seeing that the hair was about to stick to his face, and his face was also distorted by fear.

"...... Get lost! Have the ability to rush to me! Spare my child! At the last moment of life and death, the uncle opened his mouth tremblingly and roared at the thing, and blood flowed down the tip of his tongue and down the corner of his mouth.

The shrill singing voice sounded again, except that it had been sung in the courtyard before, and now the voice came from the hair in the house:

"New congratulations, old mattresses

One got in, huh!

Got into the hungry ......"

Uncle was going crazy, he felt that he was about to be driven to the edge of the cliff by fear, there was nowhere to go, no one to help him, he felt that his breathing began to become more and more difficult, and a few hairs bent out, and stretched out of the mass of things, wrapped around his neck, and then spread towards the road soil in his arms.

At this moment, outside the house, outside the yard, far away, there was a sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were too heavy, through the wall, through the door, and from a distance, they could all be heard so clearly, and it was strange to say, the footsteps seemed to frighten the fox fairy, and the fox fur floating in front of them actually began to retract and tremble.

The sound of footsteps soon reached the courtyard, and he stood still, and in the house, the mass of things continued to shrink back, shrinking smaller and smaller, until it came to a halt at the large iron door of the outhouse, and became neither advancing nor retreating, hesitating, as if trying to escape through the crack in the door.

Uncle's face was white and frightening, he took Lu Tu's hand, shrunk in the corner motionlessly, stared at the mass of things, and saw it retreat to the door, Lu Tu could feel that the palm of the uncle's hand was full of cold sweat.

"I've been walking for a long time at night, tired and tired, I'm tired of driving the master's house, open the door and leave me for a night!" The footsteps that had stopped in the courtyard began to speak, and their voices were low and hoarse, like an old bellows that had been used for many years, and they were buzzing and buzzing.

The mass shrank in the doorway, and when it heard this, like a snake, it gathered up its fur, and slippery, and went out through the crack in the door, and then there was a shrill wail in the courtyard.

Soon, everything returned to calm, and the smell of foxes in the house became much lighter, and on the earthen kang in the outhouse, someone suddenly snorted a few times, and then was woken up by himself.

The hunters lying on the kang woke up one after another, all with puzzled faces.

"Lao Bai's wine, why is it so strong?" Someone began to mumble, and when he saw that his friends had woken up, the uncle's hanging heart was completely put down, and he reached out to hold on to the edge of the window, barely stood up, and pulled Lu Tu to the outhouse.

The smell of the fox was gone, and the room immediately became hot, and someone jumped down from the kang, helped the uncle, and asked him what happened.

The hunters had just come to their senses, they were too curious, what had just happened? Is that fox fairy here?

At this moment, a low shout came from the courtyard outside the house:

"Open the door, master? I'm about to freeze into a popsicle! ”

Uncle just remembered that there was a guest outside the courtyard! The dirty thing that the fox fairy conjured up just now may have scared that person away.

Outside the house, it was still dark, the uncle hesitated, some did not dare to open the door, but saw that there were so many friends in the house who were bold, and looked at the road again, the child was still young, and frightened, and now he is asleep on the side of the kang.

Uncle felt much more down-to-earth at once.

The door opened a crack, and when I looked out in the light, I saw a tall and thin man wearing sunglasses and a blue robe, standing in the middle of the courtyard, holding a wooden stick in his left hand and a hairy animal in his right hand.

The door opened wide, and everyone gathered around to look, not the tall and thin man in sunglasses, but what he was carrying.

The gray fur, the yellow tail, and the tall and thin man carrying it in his hand are the fox fairy!

Different from ordinary foxes, this fox fairy has a white beard on his face and mouth, and he looks at everyone with a resentful face on his head and feet, and then jumps around in his thin and tall hands, and can't get out, so he simply pretends to be dead.

Seeing that the thin and tall man had captured the fox fairy alive, someone in the house began to shout:

"Pull its tendons, pluck its skin!"

"Beasts that hurt people! Finally caught! "There was a blackbearded hunter who rushed into the yard and wanted to catch the fox fairy in the hands of the tall and thin man.

The tall and thin man took a step back, dodged Blackbeard's grasp, and then said: "It is also a last resort, if people don't provoke it, how can it come to harm people?" Never mind! ”

"It's not easy to practice the Tao after so many years, so let's accumulate virtue! I promise it won't bother you again! ”

As he spoke, the tall and thin man turned around and put the fox fairy on the ground, and when the fox fairy was free, he stood up tremblingly, like a little old man, bent over, a small step, a small step, and walked slowly out of the yard, and when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly turned around, half sat on the brick road, stretched out his claws, and made a gesture at the tall and thin man.

It did three or four times before it stopped, and disappeared into the night without looking down.

Whoever catches the prey, that's who's, let it go or kill, others can't interject, this is the default rule of the hunters in the Northeast back then, the rules are the rules, no one can break it, not to mention, people are still life-saving benefactors!

The uncle was silent, looking at the thin and tall man who let go of the fox immortal, he didn't say anything, and the Northeast men behind him were even more silent.

"This old man...... It's too late, so what...... Thank you for saving your life! It's cold outside, please come in! Seeing that the fox fairy was gone, the uncle went to greet the thin and tall man.

"Okay!" The tall and thin man listened, agreed, but was not in a hurry to go inside, but first held the crutches, kept pointing on the ground in front of him, and then took two steps forward, and then stretched out the crutches to point.

Only then did everyone see that the tall and thin man was blind.

Later, the thin and tall man became the master of the road.

The master lived in Lu Tu's house, the child, born curious, and witnessed the spell of the fox fairy that night, the fox fairy is so powerful, the uncle and those uncles have nothing to do with it, but in the hands of the master, the fox is the same as a chicken, Lu Tu worships the master very much, so he pesters him every day and teaches himself skills.

Later, the master told him that that night, he was from the next village, to a friend's house, on the road smelled the smell of fox, the master is blind, but the nose is very sensitive, smelling the smell of fox, the master knew that there was a fox fairy out to harm people, so he smelled the smell, touched the house of Uncle Lutu, and caught the current of the fox fairy with his own hands.

Since then, the village where Lu Tu lives has never seen the shadow of the fox fairy, and gradually, those rumors about the fox fairy have slowly faded in people's minds.

The master is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, Yin and Yang Five Elements Bagua, plum blossoms are easy to count, the master will have too many things, too deep, so deep that Lu Tu can't learn it in his life, he only picked what he likes to learn, the master has those profound skills, Lu Tu has only learned one.

The most difficult one is the secret bone telling.

Don't ask the eight characters, don't ask the name, don't look at the palmistry, just rely on a pair of hands, by touching, you can calculate everything, this secret technique, is born for the blind fortune telling.

Now, Lu Tu relied on the only skill he learned from his master, and became a famous fortune teller in the rich circle, of course, sometimes it is not enough to rely on secret arts, on the morning of Lu Tu's sixteenth birthday, he woke up to find that the bed where the master slept was neatly made, the luggage, and the master's people were gone, leaving him only a dusty saucer and a letter.

The letter was very short, probably about the origin and usage of the saucer, and finally, at the end of the letter, the following paragraph was written crookedly:

"Don't sell your chances, don't disappoint your conscience! Remember! Remember! ”

That was the master warning him not to sell the heavenly machine to make money, and not to live up to his conscience when doing things for others.

The days flew by, and soon, Lu Tu grew into a young man, alone, with an infinite re-entry for the future, and took the train to the largest city in southern China.

The city is big, the city is crowded, the place with many people, the human touch is light, the young fortune teller, everywhere he goes, no one believes him, no one looks up to him, in the northeast fellow villagers, the master survived the most depressed half a year, at the beginning, he ate the townspeople, lived in the townspeople, went out to find a job during the day, and then after a long time, the townspeople began to dislike him, to him to throw his face, to later, every night when he went back, the townsmen did not say a word, began to be in front of him, throwing the bowl and throwing chopsticks.

Gradually, the fortune teller began to throw the master's words behind his head, and by chance, he was introduced to a fortune telling for a restaurant owner.

He still clearly remembers that the first time he gave a fortune-telling scene, in a spacious and luxurious restaurant, he stood at the table with a childish face, restrained, opposite him, the boss crossed Erlang's legs, held a cup of tea in his hand, and looked at him with disdain.

He began to speak, and after saying two words, the boss's face changed completely, and he began to look at this young man from the northern countryside, he invited him to sit, and asked someone to serve him tea.

Lu Tu continued, and after saying another word, the hotel owner suddenly jumped up like an electric strike, took his hand, and wanted to invite him to the private room upstairs to talk.

The more he talked, the more confident he became, the more he spoke, the more he lost his restraint and scruples, he looked at the restaurant owner, put down his lofty appearance, bent down in front of him, served him tea and lit cigarettes, he liked that feeling.

When he went out, the owner of the hotel gave him a thick amount of money, which was enough for him to eat and live for a year.

"Master Lu, there is a sentence, I have to tell you!" Before leaving, the hotel owner took his hand and said earnestly.

"You're going to be able to wrap yourself, you look too young, the whiteboard boy looks good, no one believes it!"

The owner of the hotel: "It's here! "Ah", Lu Tu immediately remembered it in his mind.

It didn't take long for him to "package" himself as a blind man, his dress, and the tone of his conversation with people began to become steady, old, and he slowly came into contact with the rich circle, small bosses, middle bosses, and finally big bosses hiding behind.

Soon, he moved out of his fellow villagers and moved into a building.

Before leaving, he threw a lump of money half a thumb thick to his fellow countrymen, and when he went out, his fellow villagers reached out to keep him, but he shook his arms and walked away without looking back.

After so many years, the master's words, Lu Tu only left, and only half of it, he always thinks that he does things, fortune telling, and is worthy of conscience, he never lies, and he has never harmed anyone.

He didn't forget his uncle who was far away in his hometown, he spent money very sparingly, but every month, he sent a lot of money to his uncle's family, he was a child that no one wanted, without the uncle's support and care, he would have starved to death in the northeast countryside.

He still remembers that on the night when the fox came, the uncle had blood in his mouth and held him tightly in his arms, and he couldn't forget it.

He also misses his master, without the skills taught by his master, he would not have been able to live so well in this impersonal city.

"Don't sell your chances, don't disappoint your conscience."

He has already sold it, he thinks that he is selling it with his conscience, and what about conscience, he doesn't dare to bear it, and he can't bear it, that's his bottom line.