Chapter 152

Accomplice?

Ling Yue frowned slightly, looking at the cabinet in puzzlement; the black aura pasted on it, because of the owner's anger, rippled like water on a lake.

One can tell it is truly extremely angry.

Ling Yue didn't know how she had suddenly become an accomplice, but she knew there must be a misunderstanding here.

"I'm not an accomplice; can we talk properly?" Ling Yue hadn't done anything when, suddenly, the two open cabinet doors began to shake with a clatter, bang bang.

The mournful rhythm paired with the dim storage room would likely frighten a timid person into fainting on the spot.

A few strands of Ling Yue's hair were lifted by the cold wind as she calmly gazed at the cabinet; suddenly, a patch of white shot out, resembling a human figure.

"Ahhh!" A sharp scream rang out; the already weak-legged female host plopped onto the ground, flailing wildly in terror: "Ghost! Ghost!"

Frightened, the blue cat leapt into the owner's arms; Ling Yue thought it was small, but it actually weighed seven or eight catties, like a large lead shot, and it slammed hard into the older sister's embrace.

She had been able to shout a couple of times, but then her breath was cut off, she had no strength left to speak, and she grimaced in pain.

At this point, Ling Yue had made out what had emerged; oh, to be precise, it was a fox pelt.

It was plump all over, with soft, pure-white fur, as clean as a handful of snow, unstained by dust, and a long, fluffy white tail that left onlookers awestruck.

Such smooth, lustrous white fox fur would be worth at least ten thousand.

Moreover, Ling Yue could see that it was a perfectly preserved fox pelt. At its tip, the pointed fox face had inlaid slender eyeballs, now emitting a faint green glow: "Why aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid I'll eat you?!"

Ling Yue shook her head with a chuckle: "If you really had such abilities, she wouldn't be constantly unlucky to this day."

Ling Yue's words, put bluntly, were telling it that it couldn't beat her.

The fox fell silent.

But it would certainly not let this family off so easily!

To this, Ling Yue expressed doubt: "What did she do wrong? I haven't seen her harm you."

The fox gave a hollow cold laugh, sneering at Ling Yue: "She certainly didn't harm me, but her family did! I was killed by her husband, who skinned me to make a fox fur scarf, leaving me homeless after death, a lonely wandering ghost—do you think I could not hate?!"

Ling Yue fell silent for a moment; this really wasn't her forte—mediation and persuasion. If she put herself in the fox's place, she'd be even crazier, but she wouldn't harm innocent people.

"If you want revenge, why not go after your killer? Is it that you can't, or that you dare not?"

The fox hesitated suddenly; Ling Yue knew her words had struck its heart. She had heard the older sister say that lately only she had been unlucky, while her husband kept rising, his work going smoothly.

Indeed, the fox pondered a moment, then said: "Is it that I don't want to? Or that I simply can't get near him! That bastard, the butcher!"

The sharp voice instantly filled the whole room, like resentment and longing, like weeping and lamenting, yet also… like a roar and a sob.

The dazed older sister, instead, came to her senses at that roar; she looked at the fox pelt floating mid‑air, breathed out as if relieved, patted her chest, and suddenly said: "I—I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

She hesitated, looking at the fox: "Little White?"

The angry fox startled for a moment, as if struck by something, its breath instantly gone; it glared at her furiously: "Don't call me! You hypocritical human!"

The older sister opened her mouth, at a loss for words: "What's going on, Little White? How did you end up like this? I—I heard my husband say that after they rescued you initially, they sent you back to your hometown—how did you wind up at my house? And—"

As she spoke, the flush on her face faded layer by layer, her pallid countenance like a sheet of white paper: "Still in the storage room, turned into…"

She never managed to say the last two words, instead completely provoking the white fox: "What do you think? 'Going home'—he lied to you; you can't possibly not guess? Would he really travel far for a fox like me, all the way to Long White Mountain?"

The older sister finally reacted, looking guilty at the fox: "Sorry, Little White, I really didn't know about this."

As it turned out, the older sister's husband was a veterinarian; she herself loved small animals, and last year she rescued a wild white fox that had been captured—this was Little White.

They kept it at home for a while; once Little White's wounds healed, the older sister had her husband send it back home, but only after several days did she find out.

There was no such thing as releasing it; her husband cruelly skinned it and made it into a fox fur scarf.

By this point, even the onlooker Ling Yue could figure out what had happened: this fox, which ought to have been rescued and released, had its life taken by human greed and turned into a fox fur scarf.

At times, its resentment soared, transforming into a vengeful spirit that came to the older sister's family for revenge.

What's even harder to describe is that the true culprit, who ought to be punished, cannot be approached by spirits due to his physique, so the extremely angry fox turned its vengeance on the older sister instead.

But she had the blue cat faithfully guarding her, so the fox could only retaliate in minor ways, feeling stifled as it clung to its own pelt and hid at home.

Ling Yue couldn't help but sigh: the fox's revenge is justified, yet harming innocent people is its fault.

As for the older sister, being targeted by the fox's revenge is also an undeserved disaster, yet her family bears a blood‑deep grudge against the fox.

At this moment, hearing this, the older sister was struck as if by lightning; she never imagined that her bedside companion, in private, was actually like this.

"I'm sorry, really sorry—I didn't know; if I had, I'd have beaten him to death!"

The white fox Little White had no intention of accepting her apology, saying lazily: "Do as you wish; anyway, I just want revenge—I'll be at odds with your family to the death!"

Hearing that, the older sister's heart leapt; 'to the death' left her utterly at a loss, she looked to Ling Yue: "Master, save me!"

"I'm still young, I have kids in school, Little Blossom can't be parted from me—we don't want to die."

She pleaded with the fox: "Little White, can you forgive us? As long as you forgive our family, I'll do anything you ask."

Her legs trembled with fear, yet she forced herself to look at Little White, hoping: "Little White, can you spare us this once? I know he did wrong, but he is, after all, my husband and my children's father."

"I'll set up a memorial tablet for you; can our family worship you generation after generation?"

The little white fox was nearly stunned by this, hesitating a moment before looking at her: "You—what do you mean?"

The older sister almost bit her own silver tooth in frustration, she lowered her head in shame; righteousness over kin, yet this matter couldn't be easily sorted out.

She fell silent, weighing her words, about to speak, when suddenly she heard a sigh.

The white fox Little White looked at her, eyes complex: "You—you simply don't know; he's a beast‑less scoundrel!"

The older sister stared at it, shocked: "What do you mean?"

The fox Little White said: "You said you'd enshrine me; I've changed my mind—I can spare you and others, even that hated fat cat!"

Hearing this, the blue cat Little Blossom instantly became upset, yowling at it: "You call who a fat cat? I'm Little Blossom the blue cat, I'm an adorable little kitty!"

The fox Little White ignored it, telling the older sister: "I've figured it out! When I was wounded earlier, you rescued me; although later that bastard killed me, you and Little One are good people, so I won't take revenge on you, and since you said you'd enshrine me, I might even become a fox immortal."

"I will protect you. First, I must tell you: your husband has a mistress outside!"

"He tanned me into a fox fur scarf just to curry favor with that outside mistress; if you don't believe me, the cabinet still holds other women's things—he knows you rarely come here, so he stashed the mistress's belongings in this cabinet."

The fox Little White spoke with conviction and sound reasoning; not only the older sister, but even Ling Yue found herself somewhat convinced.

The elder sister immediately let out a loud 'ah' shout, Ling Yue was startled, and couldn't help but look over—

At this moment she suddenly wasn't afraid anymore, a low pressure aura surrounded her, she took a big step forward, walked to the wardrobe, and started rummaging through it.

Sure enough, seeing what she pulled out, Ling Yue couldn't help but gasp—if at first it was ordinary stuff, later the clothing became less and less, even including women's thong underwear.

The elder sister couldn't take it, she immediately slammed a heavy punch onto the wardrobe, making a loud 'bang'.

Ling Yue clearly saw the wooden wardrobe door, all dented with a deep imprint from her strike.

She could do it too, but she also knew that the elder sister was just an ordinary woman.

What Ling Yue didn't know was that this elder sister's temperament wasn't exactly good to begin with; when she was young she wielded a knife and cursed from one end of the street to the other. Now, for love she has settled down, focusing on managing the household and caring for the children—who would have thought that in the end she would suffer such betrayal.

Utter shame and humiliation, shameless!

The elder sister simply cannot accept this!

It's a pity that in the end Ling Yue never saw the conclusion; instead, as she was leaving, she heard the elder sister's tirade—the fox spirit Little White, who had originally been prepared to fight to the death, is now enshrined as a fox deity by the mother and daughter.

Before Ling Yue left, she saw the elder sister already seated, her expression back to normal, on the phone, softly asking her husband: 'Honey, will you be coming home tonight? I've prepared a feast of good food and drink at home… Mm-hmm, then hurry back.'

What was said on the other end Ling Yue didn't know, but she saw the elder sister give a gentle smile—if one ignored the mess around her, there was a needle‑sharp chill in the depths of her eyes.

As Ling Yue was leaving, she suddenly noticed a crowd gathered at the entrance of the old residential compound, their voices excited and their numbers formidable.

'Quick quick quick! Grab it for me!'

'Hey, you youngster have no strength—how could you let it get away? Quick, grab it!'

'You go front, you go back, everyone hurry up to block it, beat it to death!'

Ling Yue heard several screams: 'Ahhh it's running my way! It's trying to crawl back! Save me ahhhhh!!!'

Heart‑rending, demonic sound piercing the ears.

Ling Yue was actually a bit curious; she went over and saw a golden little mouse, in the midst of being squeezed by humans, fleeing in disarray, a beautiful butterfly‑shaped tag on its tail swaying left and right, quite conspicuous.

Who else could it be but the Treasure‑Seeking Mouse Duo Duo!

Among these people, most were elderly; they didn't know what a pet mouse was, and their only impression of mice was that they are filthy pests—one of the four vermin—that must be exterminated!

Seeing this relentless pursuit, Ling Yue felt her scalp tingle and her heart clench.

'Squeak squeak… squeak squeak…'

'Master, where are you? Little mouse me, I'm about to kick the bucket!'

'If you don't come out now, all you'll see is my corpse!'

Ling Yue furrowed her brows, hurriedly squeezed in, and could still hear the Treasure‑Seeking Mouse Duo Duo's pleading: 'Wuu wuu wuu, don't hit, don't hit, I'm just passing by, just passing by!'

Beside it was another, more obvious large rat, clumsily lurching left and right, head tucked, scurrying along, earnestly and tearfully explaining: 'I didn't steal your stuff, please spare me! Please spare my life!'

Their current situation could be perfectly described in eight words: 'Street‑crossing rats, everyone shouts to beat them!'

At this moment, Ling Yue stepped forward and shouted loudly: 'Everyone, spare the mouse under the stick!',,.