Source: Haunted House Story Network

As soon as it was light, hunter Chen Qi went up the mountain carrying his gun.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the woods ahead. He quickly crouched down and peeked into the woods, only to see something like a flame jumping in the distance. Chen Qi's eyes widened and he almost cried out, "Isn't this a red fox?"

Chen Qi picked up the hunting rifle, aimed and pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the red fox fell to the ground. He went forward and picked up the red fox. Wow, it weighed more than ten pounds and it was a male fox.

Chen Qi's wife saw her husband coming back in less than half an hour, holding a fox in his hand: "Why did you beat the red fox?" People in the mountains said that the red fox is spiritual and people generally dare not provoke it, otherwise they will suffer retribution.

In the middle of the night, Chen Qi and his wife only heard a sad whimpering sound outside, which disappeared at dawn. When they woke up in the morning, they found that there were several fewer chickens in the chicken coop.

One day, Chen Qi was busy in the house when he heard his wife scream in the yard and ran out. He saw a hen running desperately in the yard, with a little red fox lying on its back, holding the comb with its two front paws, controlling the hen's head and running direction. The hen was like an obedient mount, carrying the fox and running out of the door, and soon disappeared.

Chen Qi was furious. How dare the damn fox bully him in broad daylight? He ran back to the house, took off his hunting rifle, and chased after the fox. He chased after the fox for a few steps, raised his hand and shot it. The fox jumped down and limped away up the mountain.

Chen Qi followed the blood trail to find the fox's den. He walked around the area for a few times and found several other small holes, which were used by the foxes to escape. Chen Qi quietly blocked the holes and went home to get the traps to fix them at the entrances.

The next day, he came to the cave entrance, but the clamp was still the same, not catching any fur. This pair of iron clamps rarely missed before, so Chen Qi thought that the red fox might still be hiding in the cave, so he turned around and went home.

But for four or five days, the trap was silent. Chen Qi checked the surroundings and found a few shallow footprints. Chen Qi was dumbfounded. This meant that not only did a fox walk out of the trap safely, but there were also several foxes in the cave. What was going on? Chen Qi decided to find out.

He took some dry food up the mountain and hid himself with dead branches and leaves opposite the cave entrance. Sure enough, in the morning of the next day, there was a slight noise in the cave, and a fox's head appeared in front of the cave entrance. It seemed to be a female fox. But the female fox looked around for a few times and did not come out. Instead, it slowly put its head in front of the hunting trap.

The female fox stuck her head in front of the wire that could trigger the mechanism, and didn't move. About half an hour later, she retreated back into the cave. Another little fox showed its head, and also stuck its head in front of the wire in a strange way, and didn't move. Then one fox after another repeated the same action.

At this moment, the female fox came out and walked out of the iron trap with a swagger. Then the five little foxes followed behind her and filed out of the cave. The hunting trap did not move at all!

By the time Chen Qi came to his senses, the foxes had already run away. He walked to the entrance of the cave and found the clamp intact. He squatted down and took a closer look. He found that a small piece of ice had solidified where the mechanism was triggered. The mechanism was frozen! He immediately understood: the foxes opened their mouths towards the clamp to breathe. Due to the cold weather, they used their hot air to freeze the sensitive clamp.

In a rage, Chen Qi smashed the iron clamp to pieces. At night, when all the foxes had entered their dens, he piled up a pile of wormwood at the entrance of the cave and set it on fire, mixed with some dry cow dung, and thick black smoke rushed into the cave. There was only a burst of wailing and screaming in the cave until the pile of wormwood burned out and the sound inside gradually weakened. Chen Qi dug up the cave and found a female fox and five little foxes lying straight inside, all of them were suffocated to death by the smoke.

He brought the foxes home and gutted them all. Chen Qi clapped his hands and said to his wife, "I've taken down the fox den. No more people calling out to steal chickens in the middle of the night."

Unexpectedly, the family was in turmoil for the next few days. First, seven or eight chickens were lying in the yard, their necks bitten off. The pot on Chen Qi's stove was filled with feces and earthworms. In the morning, Chen Qi's wife pushed open the door and saw several half-dead poisonous snakes crawling into the house. The yard was also filled with stones, dead branches, leaves, and bone remains…

Chen Qi was panicked. He didn't expect that killing a few foxes would lead to such a big incident. He gritted his teeth and went to a village ten miles away to invite an old hunter who was famous far and wide.

The old hunter came to Chen Qi's house, walked around, pondered for a long time, then looked up and said to him: "Alas, you have offended the fox fairy." Chen Qi was frightened. It turned out that people used to say that some red foxes in the mountains lived for decades and understood human nature. They were the king of the red foxes in the mountains. If you offended the ghost hunter , it would be like offending the King of Hell.

Chen Qi grabbed the old hunter and begged, "Old man, please save me." The old hunter said, "It's okay if you kill the red fox, but you shouldn't kill the entire nest. It seems the fox fairy is angry." After surveying around, he stopped at a gap in the courtyard wall that had collapsed to a height of only one person. After looking for a while, he gave Chen Qi these instructions.

As instructed, Chen Qi dug a large pit ten feet deep, four feet long and six feet wide at the base of the wall, filled it with water, and sprinkled a thick layer of wheat bran on the surface of the water. When he finished everything, it was already dark.

The old hunter piled firewood at the base of the wall beside the pit, placed a shoulder pole on the pile, and sprinkled a layer of powder on Chen Qi, saying that it would remove the odor on his body. He pulled Chen Qi into the pile of firewood and waited quietly for the night to deepen.

There was no moonlight that night, only the faint twinkling of stars. At midnight, only a burst of rapid and subtle sounds were heard coming from far away in the village, and the sound stopped outside Chen Qi's house. Chen Qi's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his ears perked up, looking out through the gap. After a while, a small figure nimbly jumped onto the gap in the wall. After looking around the yard, the black shadow jumped down. The puddle covered with wheat bran at the foot of the wall looked like flat ground in the night. The black shadow plunged into the water without any sound, and was submerged in the puddle under the wheat bran. Then another black shadow jumped onto the wall and jumped into the water without any preparation. In this way, one black shadow after another fell into the water from the wall, the third, the fourth…

Chen Qi was terrified watching from the firewood pile. The old hunter signaled him not to make a sound. Finally, a black shadow half a person's height appeared on the wall. It kept looking into the yard and called anxiously a few times. The yard was silent and there was no echo. The black shadow became even more anxious and jumped down. Its feet softened and it plunged into the water…

But soon, the big black shadow actually struggled to show its head from the thick wheat bran. The old hunter jumped out of the firewood pile, picked up the carrying pole and smashed it on the black shadow's head, then pressed the black shadow into the water with the carrying pole until there was no movement under the wheat bran.

By this time, the sky had begun to brighten. Chen Qi and the old hunter fished out the wheat bran and saw a bunch of foxes floating in the water, all with swollen bellies. The largest one was half the size of a human, shiny and red, but the eyebrows and whiskers on the lower jaw were all gray. It was indeed the last fox. Chen Qi counted them after he fished them out. There were more than 40 of them, filling up most of the yard. They looked so miserable that they looked like red fallen leaves on the ground.

The old hunter shook his head and sighed, "What a sin! I'm afraid all the red foxes on the mountain have been killed." Chen Qi felt guilty. Suddenly, a fox on the ground moved. Chen Qi ran over and found that it was a little fox with red fur and white tail. It gradually opened its eyes and struggled to get up. Chen Qi was kind-hearted and lifted the fox to pour out the water in its stomach. The white-tailed red fox recovered its breath and slowly moved to the outside of the yard. When it reached the door, it turned around and looked back at the yard, its eyes full of sadness, and then ran back into the mountains without looking back.

Chen Qi dug a hole at the entrance of the village, buried all the foxes together with the original nest of fox skins, and piled up a high grave.

In the blink of an eye, several decades have passed, and Chen Qi has grown from a young man to an old man with many children and grandchildren, living a happy life. The red fox grave at the entrance of the village is also covered with wormwood.

One day, Chen Qi came back from the fields and stopped at the entrance of the village. It turned out that there was a layer of new soil on the red fox grave at the entrance of the village. It didn't look like it was done by a naughty boy. Chen Qi's heart skipped a beat and he hurried home, calling his son to ask the old hunter who was ten miles away to come and ask for help.

The son came back soon and said that the old hunter was in good health even though he was over 90 years old, but he suddenly went blind some time ago. In the morning, people found him dead upside down in a water tank. Chen Qi's face turned pale, but he did not tell his son. He just stood alone at the entrance of the village every day, sighing and frowning.

It was almost the end of the year, and a circus came to the village. They started beating gongs and drums in the village early in the morning, notifying the villagers to go to the threshing ground at the entrance of the village to watch the circus in the evening.

A neighbor called Chen Qi's family to go watch the circus and ghost hunters together, but Chen Qi's family members looked listless and weak. Upon asking, they found out that they didn't know what they cooked for dinner. After dinner, the whole family started to have diarrhea and were dehydrated. How could they have the heart to watch the circus?

The circus was so exciting that the villagers were so engrossed that they refused to leave until late at night. Suddenly, a young man accidentally glanced at the village and shouted, "Look, the village is on fire!" A fire was seen rising to the sky, illuminating half the sky. Someone with sharp eyes shouted, "Isn't that Chen Qi's house? His family is still at home."

People ran to the village like crazy, picking up buckets of water to put out the fire. Chen Qi's house had already become a sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, there were a few "whoosh, whoosh" sounds, and several black shadows jumped down from the trees in the yard. One of them was half a person's height. In the light of the fire, people could see clearly that they were red foxes! The half-human-high red fox was shiny red, with a white tail trailing behind it, and the hair above its eyebrows and the beard on its jaw were all snow-white.

The white-tailed red fox looked at the raging sea of ​​fire, raised its head and let out a long howl, then it and several other red foxes quickly disappeared into the night.

The stunned people quickly came to their senses and hurriedly put out the remaining embers, then searched the ruins, hoping to find the bodies of the Chen family and bury them in peace.

Suddenly someone screamed "Ah!" and people rushed over. They saw a cradle intact under the ruins, with a seven or eight month old child lying inside. It was Chen Qi's grandson. The child was sleeping soundly, plump and white, with no signs of burns at all!

The villagers couldn't understand why the child survived the fire, so they took the child out and raised him together. From then on, the villagers threw away their hunting guns and traps, and no one went into the mountains to hunt anymore. The red fox in the mountains also disappeared without a trace, and only the red fox grave remained at the entrance of the village, which is still covered with weeds.

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