Like a traveler trapped in a swamp, the brown branches are densely packed, blocking the light above.
The brown nine-tailed fox stood not far away, watching me struggling deeper and deeper. It couldn't hear my cry for help.
It ran away into the distance and disappeared quietly under the cover of branches.
The light in front of my eyes went out, and the tip of my nose was filled with the smell of wet earth. I'm sleeping in the swamp.
The fox's voice gradually became clearer.
Yuri, Yuri...
No, I'm not Yuri.
My name is Chu Bai.
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