Fox Demon and Ghost

The Ming River is surrounded by mountains, and the surface of the mountain is covered by lush forests, and the shape of the mountain is towering and steep.

The ghost followed in the footsteps of the woman in red and went to a nearby cave to shelter from the rain.

The soil in the cave is also sticky and damp, it is estimated that the rainwater flowing into the ground from outside seeps in here again.

The ghost picked a large flat rock and sat down.

Then I saw the woman in red turned her back, her arms moved slightly, she didn't know what she was doing, the ghost was about to ask, the woman turned around first, behind her was a pile of dead wood branches holding the raging fire.

It's like juggling.

The ghost is afraid of the sun, not the fire. Although he can't feel the cold, he still pretends to keep warm and subconsciously moves his body towards the flames.

The woman in red spread her white fingers, dragged her scarlet sleeves to the ground, and put her hands above the flames to keep warm, as if her sense of cold had suddenly revived.

The woman in red laughed softly again: "Aren't you cold? Why don't you sit closer?"

The ghost heard the words and sat closer.

As he got closer, the ghost's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the dancing flames in the woman's pupils. The blend of black and red reminded him of the moment when a moth flew into the flame, the black and gray body was wrapped and swallowed by the red flame, and finally turned into Fly ash, like a doomed and inescapable tragedy.

The ghost wanted to chat a few words, but couldn't make up his mind for a while, didn't know what to say, but in fact he didn't say anything, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and lived like a year.

The bright daylight near the flames contrasted sharply with the dark, bleakness of the rest of the cave.The ghost silently counted the bright red sparks flying out of the fireworks, suddenly having an absurd illusion.

It seems that this is not the first time he and she have warmed up in the cave.

At this time, he couldn't help but began to complain about his unsatisfactory memory. Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a woman's soft and clear voice from the opposite side: "Are you a ghost?"

The ghost was horrified when he heard the words, and suddenly raised his head, only to see the woman in red with one hand on her knees, two fingers tapping on the fabric of her knees, with one hand resting on her chin, looking at her with a smile, the flames clearly reflected her. Outlining the facial contour lines of the woman in red.

The woman in red looked at the ghost, and the ghost's frightened expression was also expected by her. She already had the answer in her heart, and she didn't care whether the other party said the answer clearly. She then asked: "What do you think?" Is it a ghost?"

A pair of peach-blossom eyes with upturned tails, lively yet extravagant, the eyes are still bright with fire in the clear and black pupils, looking scorching hot.