The concubine picked up a little black fox from the back mountain and said she wanted to raise it in her boudoir.
I told her that the things in the mountains and wild places may have evil nature, and vixens are very charming, so I advised her to release the foxes.
Unexpectedly, this black fox can understand human speech, so he has a grudge against me.
From that day on, dead rat filth would appear in my dowry and jewelry from time to time.
Until I brought my three-year-old brother to play in the courtyard, the fox took advantage of me and blinded him in one eye.
In anger, I pulled out the hairpin and stabbed it to death.
My concubine stopped me and protected the fox from escaping from the house.
Six months later, my wedding day.
As soon as I finished worshiping, I smelled a strong stench and blood.
When I looked up, countless red eyes were staring at me, and the wedding hall turned into purgatory.
The nine-tailed black fox at the head was the same one back then.
All my family members were torn apart by it.
Before I could shout, it bit my neck off.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my concubine picked up the little black fox.
