Chapter 9 Catching the Fox

Mr. Sun is full of courage. One day, I took a nap at home and seemed to feel something. The bed, then swayed all over, like clouds and fog, thinking, "Are you fascinated by the foxen?"

When I secretly opened my eyes and watched, I saw ** curled up, as big as a cat, with yellow hair and green mouth, slowly crawling on its feet, squirming gently, and behaving gently, as if afraid of waking up the old man in the dream.

Not at all, the fox climbed to the side of the old man's feet, and his feet were paralyzed. In a moment, he climbed to his legs again, and his legs were weak. The old man suddenly said in his heart, "It's really a fox spirit, otherwise how can it be a demon?" At that moment, he was silent. When the fox climbed to his lower abdomen, he suddenly jumped up, pressed his hands, grabbed the fox's neck, and recovered it hard.

The fox was controlled by others. He was so anxious that he struggled from side to side and couldn't help singing, but the old man's hands were as tight as iron hoop. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of the shackles.

The old man laughed and called his wife into the room and shouted, "Mother child, bring me a rope."

The lady brought the rope according to the words. The old man tied the fox's waist with a rope, held both ends of the rope with both hands, and smiled and said, "I've heard that the fox can change a lot. Today I'm going to open my eyes. Little guy, show me the change quickly."

When the fox heard the words, he shrank his stomach. His body was as thin as a bamboo tube in an instant. He was about to escape. The old man panicked, strangled his hands hard, and tightened the rope.

Seeing that the strategy didn't work, the fox bulged his stomach again. His body was as thick as a sea bowl and as hard as a stone. The old man pulled the end of the rope desperately. Gradually, he was unable to do it. His hands were sore and soft, and his strength was relaxed. The fox quickly narrowed his body and intended to escape.

The old man was anxious and quickly told his wife, "Come on, get a knife. The little beast is too cunning to avoid future trouble. He can only kill him with one knife."

Madam searched everywhere. She didn't know where the knife was. She shouted, "Where is the knife?"

The old man said impatiently, "I'm really convinced of you. Don't you put it well on the left weapon rack? Such a big knife can't be seen. As he spoke, he looked back and pointed out the direction.

Suddenly, the rope in his hand loosened and hurriedly turned around. The trace of the fox was so few that it had already escaped and could no longer be seen.