Nine-Tailed Fox Feeding Manual

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, lighting up the earth pale.

Thunder followed, making a deafening roar in the night.

The raindrops crackled on the ground, and the courtyard was desolate.

At this moment, the door that Nangong Yi was facing was pushed open.

Lu Feici raised his eyes and saw that Nangong Jianzhu, who was in his forties at that time, came out with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the eldest son who couldn't afford to kneel in the courtyard, and said with a heavy expression, "Have you figured it out?"

Nangong Yi's body moved suddenly, and he raised his head with a pale face.

Rainwater slid down his face, and the night of thunder and rain made the inner courtyard of Nangong's house a dense one.

In this irresistible and solemn atmosphere, he looked at his father who had never disobeyed him, and slowly shook his head: "I can't do this——Liu Lang is my best friend, so what is the difference between him and his father?" Put him to death!?"

"Don't you understand? What you want is to put him to death! The joint seal of the psychic agency and the four major families, you can't change the ending whether you go or not! I am giving you a chance to make meritorious deeds. How could you So obsessed with it!?"

Nangong Jian's tone was half resolute and half impatient.

Lu Feici who was on the side suddenly felt as if he was in an ice cave.

After 300 years of illusion, I still feel the chill of the torrential rain that night.

The Department of Psychics was the organization that managed the psychics at that time. According to legend, it was the predecessor of the Psychics Guild, and the four major families were the overlords at that time, with even more power to speak than they do now.

These few behemoths in the psychic world actually jointly signed to kill themselves?

why?

Nangong Yi trembled, almost unable to kneel. He walked two steps to the front of the stage, looked up at his solemn father, and asked in a trembling voice: "Why is this happening? What did Liu Lang do wrong? The first person in this matter Does the Celestial Master also know?"

Nangongjian sneered and said, "He protects his apprentice so tightly, how dare he let him know?"

"Then aren't you afraid that Tianshi Yan will find you later?"

"This is not something you should care about!" Nangong Jian cursed angrily, but a trace of fear still flashed in his eyes.

He put his hand on the eldest son's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "You are the future head of the Nangong family, and everything should be done with the overall situation in mind. If you are so impulsive, how dare I hand over this position to you!"

After Nangong Yi heard this, he said, "Is it possible to ignore human life like this if the overall situation is the most important thing? If so, I would rather not take the position of the Patriarch of the Nangong family..."

"Snapped--"

A loud slap slapped his face heavily, knocking him to the ground in an instant.

Lu Feici moved his body and couldn't help running over, as if he wanted to reach out to help him.

However, before reaching his friend, he stopped again.

He had clearly left under the eaves, but he wasn't wet at all.

The sound of crackling rain all around reminds him that this is an illusion, something that happened 300 years ago, and he can't change anything.

Patriarch Nangong pointed at Nangong Yi, his hands were shaking with anger: "Nizi! How could I give birth to such a stubborn Nizi like you!"

He scolded for a long while, but saw that Nangongyi just got up on the ground, then bowed his head and knelt down again.

Under the seemingly docile surface, every bone seems to be expressing silent resistance.

There was a burning pain in his palm, Nangong Jian clenched his fist, stared at his son for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Come with me!"

The two entered the room and came to the study.

Nangong Jian pressed a certain mechanism on the bookshelf, and then, the bookshelves on both sides moved slowly.

It turned out that there was also a dark room inside.

"Come in." Patriarch Nangong collected himself and walked in first with his hands behind his back.

The four corners of the dark room are lit with perennial lighting symbols, illuminating the room brightly.

Nangong Jian came to a red sandalwood table, looked at his son who entered here for the first time behind him, and said in a low voice: "You haven't inherited the Nangong family business, some secrets shouldn't be known to you..."

As he said, he glared at Nangongyi angrily: "But you are born with a stubborn heart, today I will let you understand why your good brother must die!"

After finishing speaking, he opened a brocade box placed in the center of the table, and took out an envelope from it.

While opening the letter, he asked, "Do you know that Prophet Luo passed away the day before yesterday?"

Lu Feici, who was on the side, was suddenly startled when he heard this, and had a vague premonition in his heart.

Prophet Luo is a well-known prophet in the world. He was born blind. He has predicted many disasters in his life and never missed it. He is quite respected by the world.

300 years ago, it was he who predicted the coming of the demon king and informed the psychics to make preparations.

But he himself leaked the secret because of this, and finally died suddenly.

Patriarch Nangong opened the envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and said slowly: "Everyone in the world says that he died suddenly because he predicted the demon king's coming into the world, but it's not true, the last prophecy he left was about Lu Feici. "

"What?" Nangong Yi raised his head in disbelief.

Patriarch Nangong handed over the letter paper: "Look at the last prophecy of Prophet Luo!"

Nangongyi took it with trembling hands. On the yellowed letter paper, there were only about twenty short words, every word was heartbreaking.

The sharp pen pierced the corners of his eyes, his pupils shrank, and he lost his voice: "Impossible!"

Patriarch Nangong's expression became more dignified than ever. He took a deep breath, and slowly said the prophecy in the letter——

"This son, Lu Feici, has the root of the devil, and he needs to get rid of it as soon as possible... Otherwise, he will fall into the devil in the future and cause harm to the world!"

As soon as the voice fell, a thunderbolt suddenly struck outside the house.

Thunder resounded through the sky, passed through the impenetrable wall, and entered the darkroom.

Standing in the corner, Lu Feici felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen.

Prophet Luo predicted that he would fall into the devil! ?

how could be……

He followed the teachings of his master since he was a child, and took it as his duty to eliminate demons, defend the way, and help the common people in the world. How could he be with demons?

What's more, even if the future is uncertain, what's the matter with "carrying magic roots"?

He has practiced for more than ten years, and he has never felt that he has any connection with the devil!

"Impossible..." Nangong Yi shook his head and murmured, "There must be some mistake..."

"If this matter is not true, how can Prophet Luo's death be explained!?" Patriarch Nangong asked loudly, "He predicted that the price of the demon king's coming to the world was just losing his hearing, but he died suddenly after leaking the matter! Do you know what that means?"

Nangong Jian's eyes were filled with coldness, and he said in a deep voice, "This means that Lu Feici will become a monster more terrifying than the Demon King in the future!"

Nangongyi's hand holding the letter suddenly trembled, and he raised his head in a daze.

Patriarch Nangong continued: "What's more, such things are never believed to exist. Lu Feici was born with twelve spiritual roots and is a rare psychic genius. Once such a person falls into a demon, you Have you thought about the consequences? Can you afford the gamble?"

Nangong Yi said: "With Heavenly Master Yan here, Liu Lang won't be able to..."

"Yan Xingke will die of old age!" Nangong Jian slammed his palm on the desk and said sharply, "Besides, Lu Feici has cultivated to the heavenly level in his 20s, so he may not become the next Yan Xingke in the future." Guest, if he falls into a demon at that time, who else in the world can stop him?"

Nangongyi was silent for a long while, and then asked persistently: "Then what about the people who went with him to encircle and suppress the Demon King? That's more than seventy lives!"

"This is their mission!" Patriarch Nangong's gaze sank, and he closed his eyes and said, "The demon king is now alive, and they should have gone to encircle and suppress it. If they can successfully drag the demon king away, they can win the opportunity for the people of Hengcheng to evacuate." Time, then they can be regarded as a well-deserved death. As for the aftermath..."

Nangong Jian suddenly opened his eyes and snorted coldly, "Let Yan Xingke avenge his precious apprentice."

Nan Gongyi looked down at the 26-character prophecy on the letter paper, his face became paler and paler.

Patriarch Nangong's voice sounded again: "Those who achieve great things don't care about small things. This opportunity is rare, once you miss it, it will be troublesome to do it later. If you can't get rid of him now, the people in the world will suffer in the future! People in the world Do you want me to teach you what is more important than being alone?"

Nangong Yidao: "How can a person like Liulang fall into the devil..."

Patriarch Nangong's gaze was like a torch: "You have been asking for many years, and you should know that the destiny cannot be violated. No matter how determined your mind is, one day it will be destroyed by the world. If you don't want him to fall into the devil, you should just give him a good time directly, and save him from the future." Misunderstood by the dunya - beyond redemption."

Every word sounded like a bell, hitting Nangongyi's chest.

The letter paper in his hand slipped down, turning into a ecstasy of despair...

The screen turned again, and it was the dialogue between the blood moon and the tiger demon.

And then, it was the second half of his painful and wasted life.

The gentle and modest gentleman who used to be as gentle as jade gradually put away his smile and became like a piece of eternal ice, with coldness in his brows and eyes, no longer being gentle or even close to others.

He planted a laurel grove on the outskirts of the east of the city, and set up a barrier to prevent outsiders from approaching.

He would often hide in the boundary, and in that barren land where there was nothing, he stayed there for a long time.

He began to practice crazily day and night, and finally rose to the heavenly level at the age of 32, taking charge of the Nangong family.

Five years later, the 38-year-old Nangong Yi suffered a serious illness and died of depression.

His life ended like this, but everything was not over.

The obsession in his heart turned him into a wisp of dead soul and returned to the world.

He often couldn't help but think, what if the original prophecy went wrong?Why not verify it?Could the friend be wronged to death?

He couldn't help but wonder, if he had secretly informed Tianshi Yan after learning about the prophecy instead of compromising, would things have turned out differently...

Once this idea is formed, it becomes uncontrollable like a spark that is about to start a prairie fire.

The obsession gradually turned into resentment and began to spread in my heart.

What he blamed was not his father, not Prophet Luo, nor all the people who decided this matter.

but yourself.

He blamed himself why he refused to trust his friend back then, and believed that people like Liu Lang would never fall into the devil's way.

He even blamed himself for delivering the news with his own hands, and became the knife that stabbed his friend.

In the following hundred years, this resentment continued to magnify during the long torment, eroding his adherence to the righteous way in his heart little by little.

He struggled to support himself, unable to enter reincarnation, and unwilling to become a ghost.

However, if the souls of the dead stay in the world for a long time, disasters will inevitably arise.

Even if it is a sane ghost, if it is too late to be saved, it will sooner or later become vicious.

Ordinary ghosts may only last for a few years or decades, but the powerful soul who was a celestial master in his lifetime allowed him to last for 300 years.

300 years of deep-rooted remorse and resentment finally brought him to the brink of collapse.

Lu Feici watched helplessly as the defenses in his heart crumbled little by little, watched him destroy his own spiritual card that night with his own hands, watched him want to die but couldn't escape, and could only leave the world in a daze to suffer and sink.

Unable to stop, powerless to stop.

These are things that have already happened.

At the end of the story, the illusion suddenly shattered.

The world was suddenly dark, and the pain of skin erosion came again.

Before Lu Feici had time to digest the prophecy that was like a thunderbolt from the blue, he returned to the yin and turmoil of the present world.

He looked at his friend who was covered in shackles in front of him, held his hand again reluctantly, and said in a harmonious voice, "Brother Yi, wait a moment, I'll come to rescue you."