In front of the ruined temple under the old locust tree in Qinglong Mountain, I was squatting at the altar munching on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake offered by the pilgrims. Suddenly, a private message popped up on my phone - 'Miss, after my boyfriend died, he always dreamed that there were eyes in the closet. Can you help me clear my obsession? '
I wiped the cake crumbs from the corners of my mouth and dangled the tip of my tail in my ripped jeans.
The thousand-year-old fox demon's job as an "obsessed scavenger" was originally to collect enough spiritual energy to break the seal. Who would have thought that the "ghost" who entrusted the dream was actually a folklore professor wearing gold-rimmed glasses?
He pushed up his glasses, the ends of his eyes turned red: 'Girl, your tail is exposed.
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