Chapter 205: The Inheritance of the Fox

As long as I am not a fool or a sleepy worm dozing off halfway, when I talk about the silver coin that brought the poor Xiucai back to life, I naturally think of the silver coin I gave to my beloved her.

Of course, I thought of it too. I don't know if it's one silver coin, though, or if it's two different silver coins. Was the dream I had after giving her the silver coins to give me a foreshadowing?

My thoughts drifted away, but the story of the chosen woman continued.

Xuanpo said that Luo Shi tried to convince his son that the man in front of him who was dressed in tattered clothes and had a vegetable face was his biological father. The resurrected poor show vetoed it.

When Luo Shi lifted the floor splint and pointed to the corpse to speak, he didn't expect that the corpse with "no proof of death" would actually open his mouth to refute her.

Needless to say, Luo Shi was terrified to the extreme at that moment. Her first thought was to take her son and run out of the embroidery building that gave her life and ruined her life. She was born in this building, and she is in this building**, and she is still a fox who invades her! Since she moved out of here, she didn't want to see everything here anymore, she didn't want to think about it. However, the smell of fox on her son's body constantly reminded her of the painful past, and the embarrassing memories churned up from the bottom of her heart from time to time.

She still remembered a piece of silver that the monk gave her, saying that she must wait until when she would meet her marriage.

When she remembered the words of that monk many years ago, she suddenly understood.

Luo Fu turned around calmly, looked at the skinny poor Xiucai with prominent cheekbones, and felt in the dark that the man predicted by the monk should be him.

Looking at his son's reaction again, he was not afraid, but looked at this skinny "father" with a particularly hateful eye. The "father" in front of him is like a frog that has just escaped the heavy snow and just woken up from hibernation, and a few bones support a thin piece of green skin, like a paper figure about to be burned at a funeral, as if a fire can ignite him.

Luo Shi couldn't understand his son's vision. That's not the reaction that ordinary people should have.

And I can understand that. Grandpa said that when we ordinary people dream, it is often something that our ancestors experienced. In order to survive in a complex environment, it is difficult for people to cope with the changing environment by learning step by step by themselves. And dreams can give us things that seem "innate", such as fear, such as joy. In the final analysis, the root of dreams is heredity, the result of the experiential consciousness of our ancestors.

This is also the reason why many people believe in "the blessing of the ancestors". Sometimes, in the face of sudden danger, the genetic experience of our ancestors in our bodies can cause us to avoid danger by taking actions that we would not have thought of ourselves.

Therefore, when Luo Fu's official son first saw the resurrected poor Xiucai, not only was he not afraid of ordinary people, but he was unbelievably hateful, which may be the genetic result of that fox.

If in other things, Luo Fu's official son has never shown a fox personality that is different from ordinary people, except for the fox smell, of course, then, at this moment, his fox character is exposed. Luo Shi should have deeply realized that there would be infinite danger in the back at this moment, but she didn't realize it in hindsight.

It was the monk's words that prompted her to calm down, and she quickly pounced on her son, hugging him and not letting him be impulsive. And her official's son's fists were already clenched tighter than ever.

"Where's your father? He knocked me unconscious. Obviously, although Poor Xiucai has a lot of doubts, such as the window lattice of the building has been tattered, the house has accumulated thick dust, the copper skin on the cabinet is rusty, and there is a rotten smell floating in the air, these are all obvious feelings. The beauty in front of her is still as beautiful as it was back then, and it is even more shy than back then. Of course, he didn't know that it was the beauty of "that year", and he thought it was the comparison between yesterday's beauty and today's beauty. He had no idea that decades had passed.

His biggest doubt was that just now, Luo Shi's father and a group of fierce family members beat him desperately, and he spat blood and fell to the ground. When he got up, the men who had beaten him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the pillar next to him, the blood splattered was gone, and there was a large lazy spider lying quietly in the middle of the heavy web.

The rest of the story is brought together with what the Taoist priest told again.

"My dad? My dad died more than ten years ago! Luo Shi's eyes were full of tears, I don't know if it was because of excitement or panic, or both. Her official son shook his head, as if he had just recovered from a coma, and opened his mouth wider than before, and looked like a statue. He returned to his normal state, after all, he was half human blood.

"Dead? Died more than ten years ago? Poor Xiucai asked puzzledly, still in place and didn't dare to move much, as if the old man who killed him back then was still hiding in a corner of this embroidery building, and he would accidentally jump out and beat him down. Or was it a dozen years ago? You're not lying to me, are you? You lied to me. You lied to me! ”

Luo Shi threw her head back to the sky, covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed from her fingers.

"You, what are you crying about? Am I wrong about what I said? Poor Xiucai dragged his weak steps to Luo Fu, grabbed Luo Fu's hands and shook them vigorously, "Is something wrong?" What's wrong with your dad? Wasn't he still here? Don't cry! "Due to years of burial, Poor Xiucai's body is very weak, and his strength to shake Luo Fu is smaller than that of ants. Luo Shi felt a cool breath leaking from poor Xiucai's fingers and burrowing into her skin, making her shiver with cold.

At this time, Poor Xiu found out that there was another person behind Luo Fu, who was slightly older than him, and his appearance was like a mold poured out of the same mold as his friend. The corpse was stunned for a moment, pointed to the well-dressed man dressed as an official and asked Luo Fu, "Who is this person?" What is he doing here? After speaking, he looked up and down, his eyes full of confusion.

"Who is he? How do you say he's my son? We don't have a skin-to-skin kiss yet. What's going on? Am I dreaming? Was it because your dad came in just now that I was dreaming? Am I dreaming? The newly resurrected corpse shook Rashiki and emitted a series of question marks. And Luo Shi couldn't cry anymore, and he couldn't answer his question at all.