After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

The first arrow fell in front of the little white fox without any obstruction. Without hesitation, he quickly put on the second one.

During his hunting career, he hunted no less than a hundred foxes, but was injured no more than ten times, and each time was a minor injury.

Facing the prey that he had previously regarded as weak, two sentences his father had once said to him suddenly came to his mind.

"Even if they are just wild animals, you shouldn't kill their young. All living things have souls."

“When you start hunting, you have to be determined that you may die at any time.

"Any prey is extremely terrifying when it is on the verge of death, so killing with one strike is the basic standard for being a good hunter. Do not desecrate living things."

In the past, my father only used the second half of his words to refer to ferocious beasts such as leopards and tigers. As for wild beasts like foxes, to be honest, considering his record of having hunted tigers, he actually looked down on them.

But now the beast he despised has become the hunter, and he himself has become the prey.

Even if I am a prey, I can become the most terrifying prey, just like the tiger that made him terrified even after it fell down. If I am not careful, I will die under its giant claws.

So I just need to make it let down its guard, and I can definitely kill it. He didn't intend to kill the other party with a bow and arrow from the beginning.

Seeing the little white fox motionless, the hunter was extremely happy. "Very good, that's it. You should be so arrogant when facing a mere ordinary hunter."

After nocking on the second arrow, the hunter began to move forward, then the third, and the fourth, until they were so close that he did not feel the resistance that would cause the arrow to fall for no reason, so he drew the blood-stained butcher knife from his waist.

His calm eyes revealed an excited look, "I won this hunt too."

"puff!"

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh assured him that he had succeeded.

He had just smeared poison on the butcher's knife, and he had even gone to the Jinguang Temple to ask for talisman water to suppress evil spirits. Even if it was a fox demon, it wouldn't be possible... eh?

The hunter was stunned. 'Why is it looking at me with such indifference?'

'Why is there no blood on the snow-white fur?'

The delayed pain began to spread from the heart, and the hunter lowered his head slightly, "So that's how it is."

"This time, I am the prey..."

It was like the prey he had hunted before, like the rabbit, which brought no sense of accomplishment. It was a prey with only two options: escape or cry out in pain after being shot by an arrow.

"Dad, you are wrong. No matter how ferocious the weak prey is, it cannot threaten the hunter."

"I've always listened to half of what you said and ignored the other half. Now I finally heard the whole thing, but... what a trick of fate..."

"Give him a quick death." Bai Qingge said meaningfully.

"Well, since you've chosen to kill him, you should let him leave with less pain."

"I thought..." Bai Qingge hesitated to speak.

"Why?"

"No, nothing. I just want to say that you are a very gentle child, little one." Bai Qingge chuckled.

It turns out that some of the three views are innate. If there is pure evil in the world, there will naturally be good.

"But, have you forgotten one thing?"

"what's up?"

The little white fox frowned. The atmosphere here made her feel a little uncomfortable, just like the feeling when she sneaked into the hunter's house that day, making her whole body feel creepy.

Let's get out of here.

“And his son, if he’s dead, doesn’t that mean there’s no clue at all?

"Well, although he doesn't look like he can tell you where his son is."

"Eh?" The little white fox paused as it had just stepped forward.

"You won't forget, right? And you..."

Bai Qingge paused and didn't say the next words, instead he changed his words to say that it was not right to be so sad as to have avenged a great hatred.

"You really have forgotten."

"Woo~"

The little guy who was so handsome just now fell to the ground and covered his face.

I thought I wouldn't be as reckless as before when I grew up, but it turns out there's no difference.

"But don't worry too much. Go in and see if there are any clues. If nothing works, I can help you find them. It just takes some effort."

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble again."

"What are you talking about? Let's go in and take a look first." If no clues can be found, the only option is to look in the hunter's collapsed home.

The little white fox jumped over, shaking its tail lightly, and when she stepped into the cabin, its pupils suddenly dilated.

Seeing the little guy's unusual reaction, Bai Qingge also took a quick glance into the room.

A small pile of stacked wood, a crude stove, and dried animal skins on the walls.

There's nothing special about it.

"what happened to you?"

All the hair on the little white fox's body stood up in response to the stress.

What happened?

Bai Qingge was a little confused.

Following the direction the little white fox was staring, wait, fur?

Bai Qingge realized it belatedly. Just imagine, if she opened the door and saw human skins hanging all over the room, even she would be stunned for a moment.

This will definitely deal a heavy blow to the little guy's young mind.

"Little guy..." Bai Qingge had just opened her mouth when she narrowed her eyes due to the anger that she could feel without even looking.

"I shouldn't have let him go so easily just now." Under the extreme anger was extreme calmness, but the anger that could affect her kept lingering.

The hunter's makeshift hut was completely burned down by a fire, along with the sin and hatred inside.

The little white fox left her hometown and came to the county. During the past six months, she would stir up a legend every time she passed through a village.

There are a mixture of true and false stories among them, and most people who have heard these stories just smile at each other. After all, fox spirits and the like are only stories that exist in storybooks.

But there are also a small number of people who believe it firmly and come to the village that promotes the fox demon, praying to see the real fox demon.

And they all came for only one purpose, to realize their wishes.

“Swish, swish, swish—”

"It's raining heavily. There's a dilapidated temple ahead. Brother, let's go take shelter there."

The scarred man hesitated for a moment, and another younger brother next to him said, "Brother, it doesn't matter if we get wet, but if something happens to the goods, then..."

Even if the younger brother hadn't finished speaking, the man with the scar knew what the consequences would be. He nodded when he saw that there were no lights on in the dilapidated temple ahead.

"Big Head, Baldy, you two go in and check first." The man with the scar ordered.

"Brother, are you too cautious? There's not even a ghost in this remote place, where did these people come from?" The two people who were given the order complained.