I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 68

After all the commotion, today's sunset was already fading behind the western mountains, and night was about to envelop everything.

The fox cultivation heritage in this paradise had existed for nearly several hundred years, and within a hundred-mile radius, no existence dared to provoke them.

They publicly declared themselves as orthodox spirit cultivators, claiming that so-called raising two villages of people was merely to provide another path for younger clan members or those with insufficient aptitude.

But ask anyone who knew of this group of foxes' existence—who actually looked up to them?

Foxes were skilled at using charming words, making it all sound so high-sounding.

Not only did the less talented juniors in their clan suck human vital energy, they even dared to enjoy mortal incense offerings for free.

Monsters raised like this wouldn't walk a long path in the future.

But for a period of time, their abilities could far surpass some foxes in the clan, relying on temporary strength gained by burning away their future cultivation path, then being directed wherever the Grandmother fox pointed.

They didn't resemble spirit cultivators at all—clearly just a group of mad wild dogs.

It was originally sinister cultivation methods, yet they were manipulated by the great monsters in the clan from behind, treated like fixed consumables.

Yet these so-called blood-related, united foxes still claimed all this was for the clan.

The path of cultivation was as difficult as ascending to heaven, always requiring some sacrifices.

It was only the destined-to-be-abandoned bottom-level foxes who would consider this a tremendous blessing.

The supported elder fox demons cultivated using the heavenly treasures and rare materials obtained at the cost of their lives.

The marriages were also for those higher-status fox descendants—what ultimately happened to those young women went without saying.

In the village, about two hours after the wedding procession had left, Grandma Xu hurriedly rushed back home after finishing all the matters that needed handling.

She had long instructed the villagers to place the male infant in her home—that male infant was absolutely great nourishment, otherwise that red-clothed woman wouldn't have had lonely ghosts guarding her.

After dispersing the unnecessary people and tightly closing all doors and windows at home.

Grandma Xu's body slowly collapsed onto the bed, her whole form trembling slightly.

Then the skin sack deflated and shriveled up, and a reddish-brown fox eventually dropped from the bed onto the floor.

The red fox with somewhat messy fur had vertically slit pupils, flashing with beastly greed and desire, slightly crouching as it stealthily approached the bamboo basket in the corner.

Pulling away the white cloth covering it, the male infant inside was quietly staying well-behaved without crying or making noise, eyes tightly closed.

The red fox leaned close, lightly sniffing with its nose—strange, where had that unusual fragrance from before gone?

Replaced by a somewhat familiar rank smell, and a faint, elusive radish scent—

"Squeak—" The red fox quickly understood what was happening. Although its cultivation wasn't good, illusion techniques were after all the fox bloodline magic. It let out a sharp cry, the Yin energy dispersed, breaking the illusion to reveal the true form.

Where was there any male infant in the bamboo basket? Only a large white radish and some tufts of fur from its fellow clan members.

"!" Before the anger of being tricked could erupt, the red fox suddenly sensed danger approaching, all its fur standing on end, barely managing to turn its head to look—

Only to see the iron sickle that had been abandoned in the corner of its home now enveloped by extremely pure and cold ghost energy.

The sickle edge polished shiny bright by the Ghost Bride flashed with sharp cold light, raised high, then descended with an unstoppable momentum toward the red fox's neck.

"Ahhhhhhh!—" The panicked red fox finally let out an inhuman, unpleasant scream, its four claws frantically scratching at the ground, tail trembling wildly, trying to escape.

"Swish—" The sickle fell, blood splattered, as if something had been severed.

"Ahhh squeak ah—"

The red fox scrambled and crawled trying to get back into Grandma Xu's skin sack. It could still crawl, its claws were still there, it could still think, its head was still there—it was just feeling fortunate it had narrowly escaped disaster when.

A sharp pain suddenly came from behind. The red fox looked back and saw that the tail it had always cherished most was no longer behind it, but lying in a pool of blood.

"Whimper—" The red fox instantly felt completely exhausted throughout its body, its demon energy completely dissipated, the world spinning, a terrifying thought emerging in its small head.

It had been wrong—what was beside that red-clothed woman wasn't some lonely wandering ghost.

She herself was clearly a Ghost Bride filled with soaring resentment, who could even manifest during daytime!

Foxes were originally afraid of iron implements, so in Grandma Xu's home, those iron tools and such were all placed in corners collecting dust.

If the red fox had honestly stayed inside Grandma Xu's skin sack, it wouldn't have been so disheveled, but it just had to appear in its true form for some sense of ceremony.

The red fox knew something major had happened and still wanted to notify its clan members who would come to the village at night to suck vital energy.

But because of its own selfish desires, not letting others approach, those clan members hadn't come looking for it—now it was reaping what it had sown.

"Bang—" An iron pot enveloped in Yin energy smashed hard onto its head. The red fox saw stars, limbs tangled, completely covered by that iron pot.

During the night, various mottled red foxes who didn't know what changes had occurred in the village secretly infiltrated into the village, preparing to suck incense and vital energy, and then—

Under the pale moonlight, countless Yin energy-enveloped iron implements—cleavers, axes, hoes, sickles, etc.—chased after one by one the fat and ugly foxes near the village ancestral hall, blades rising and falling.

In the fox paradise.

Two rows of foxes carrying the bridal chair moved through the mountains gathering heaven and earth's spiritual energy. They were clearly much better off than those foxes raised outside.

Their auras were also more pure, though vaguely carrying a hint of Yin energy, their red fur smooth and soft, somewhat similar to that thick blood color.

"Strange, why does today's bride smell a bit odd..."

"A cold, Yin feeling, not fragrant at all—could she no longer be of pure body?"

"Not sure, wait until we see Grandmother! I heard there are outside guests attending today—White Foxes..."

Exiting the dense forest, the space before them suddenly widened. Rows of red lanterns illuminated the path ahead, faintly visible figures in gauze clothing, as if dancing.

Many heart-stirring whispers echoed around their ears, like young maidens, yet also like mountain wild foxes, various decadent sounds faintly discernible, the scent of incense floating for miles, only to conceal the most primitive scent.

Birds and beasts, hanging springs and waterfalls.

Pavilions and towers wound along the mountain cliffs. At the highest place, several beautiful women lay on soft couches, red fox tails gently hanging behind them, slender jade fingers lightly picking up a fruit and placing it between their lips.

On the other side's upper seating area, several White Foxes sat cross-legged on small soft mats.

Compared to the enchanting aura emanating from those human-form women, these White Foxes had restrained auras, enveloped in Pure Energy. Clearly, although they were both fox clan, they obviously didn't follow the same cultivation path.

These were precisely the several White Foxes who had fled from the spirit mountain near Zhang Family Village.

The White Foxes originally didn't want to stay, but after two days and nights of hurried travel, their younger children couldn't endure it, so they temporarily rested here.

Although they disliked this place's fox clan's ways, at least they could stay far from that unlucky thing.

But weather is unpredictable—

Five minutes later, the old White Fox watched as the bride slowly emerged from the bridal chair. The other kept her head gently lowered, extremely calm and quiet, the fingers exposed at her sleeve cuffs pale and bony, the embroidery on the bright red wedding dress looked somehow familiar.

This, this, isn't this!!

The White Fox's face showed an extremely frightened human-like expression—

How, how was the other party here?!

This, then didn't that mean that heaven-disaster-attracting unlucky thing was also here?!!