Chapter 314 - Where Is the Country of Green Mountains (II) (1/2)
Under the hot sun, a cyan flash quickly pa.s.ses across people’s eyes. Old Mr. Hong shakes, trying to make a tough decision between telling the secret and saving the villagers’ lives, and then, he sees the small cyan fox on the top of the wall.
The fox with cyan fur must be the nine-tailed fox king. Old Mr. Hong, who is in his seventies and eighties, doesn’t know how he can remember this sentence, which was said by an old man in Tao’s Village when he was a child.
Hong, who has been painting foxes all his life, knows about special pigment, but he never thought he would see a cyan fox in his lifetime. He also suspected before, “Is there really any cyan fox being the king in this world?”
Hong’s two hands are trembling. Sakurako Asada follows his eyes. She sees a small cyan fox, standing in the low wall of Hong’s home. From far and near, the ochre mud wall, the blue and high sky over its head, and the green distant mountains behind it, form an ink painting of Huaxia style that Nihonese love most… But these colors are not comparable with the cyan of the fox’s fur. With the sun around it, its cyan looks so transparent and pure, just like the fine silk. And its eyes seem to be communicating with people directly.
Sakurako Asada holds her breath. She has never seen such a beautiful fox, especially the legendary king in the Country of Green Mountains. Is it really a coincidence that the fox appears in this village?
The little cyan fox nods slightly, being indifferent. For this moment, it is not as poor as Lin Luoran saw it in the underground world, and not as an imp as he was at Lin’s family. The fox looks cool and n.o.ble. The Terran like Sakurako Asada, in its eyes, is a gra.s.s of the earth and a piece of clay at the foot, which is not worth trampling or looking at.
The appearance of the fox is strange. The three Nihonese men left in the yard pull out their Katanas.
“Back off!” Sakurako Asada suppresses the joy of the heart.
“Mr. Hong, you are not needed now.” Sakurako Asada bows to him. This fox is drawn out by this Huaxia old man deliberately pretending to be silly, “You are not needed,” she said very politely, but in fact, she has the intention to kill him. The fox has shown up, naturally, they no longer need this stubborn old man.
Just then, the cyan fox gives a sneer and jumps off the wall.
Sakurako Asada pauses, “catch it!”
“These villagers…?” One man carefully asks. Sakurako Asada quickly thinks about the priorities in the heart. It’s not appropriate to kill these people, because the death of so many people in one village must arouse the Huaxia government’s attention. Besides, she met the top female cultivator of Huaxia in the bamboo forest. If the cultivator tribes of Huaxia determine to track down, her purpose of looking for the Country of Green Mountains will be exposed, and even worse, the news leaks to Asada’s main site…
“Business matters, these people, forget it.”
Sakurako Asada firstly jumps out of the fence, followed by three men. These four are the most loyal men trained by Sakurako Asada these years. To tell the truth, they have never seen her let people go alive.
Of course they do not know Sakurako Asada is reminded of Lin Luoran’s warning. Kazuo Yamamoto in the entrance of the village also catches up, chasing towards the direction of the little fox with them.
The people of Tao’s Village just wake up from a nap. After a few hours of the most intense sun, someone opens the door every now and then begin to work. Those who make pottery, who weave bamboo, who search for delicacies in the mountains, who cut gra.s.s on the slopes, and who tend sheep and cattle, are living busy and quiet days.
These villagers still do not know that they have been escaped from a disaster of death. Poverty has left them ragged and swarthy, but many are quiet and peaceful without the urban intrigue.
Old Mr. Hong, after a turn through the h.e.l.l, suddenly remembers the dead body in the front yard.
Murder, in any dynasty, is a felony.
Old Mr. Hong struggles to get up, sees Hong Bin next door standing in the courtyard. Although at a young age, he is not in panic like ordinary children.
“Great-grandpa, what should we do?” Hong Bin kicks Interpreter Sun, but there is no response.
Old Mr. Hong pulls him, “stop, he is dead… You saw it all?”
Hong Bin feels a little embarra.s.sed, and nods with a white face. Old Mr. Hong thinks he is afraid. In fact, Hong Bin regrets being greedy for candy and money. If he were not a spy, he would not have found it.
A dead man in the yard… One is an old man and one is a child. What should they do?
“Go to the police outside the mountains?” After two years of school, he knows to go to the police when something happens.
Old Mr. Hong shakes his head, “tell the police, some Nihonese went to Tao’s Village for clues of the Country of Green Mountains？” Although this is true, can the police believe such a mythical thing?
The uninformed Tao’s villagers do not know the pract.i.tioners are no longer a secret in the outside world at this time. The ordinary people have a certain amount of faith in the myths of Huaxia that have been told over the years.
The door of the small courtyard is pushed open gently when the old man and the young boy are considering their own solutions.
“Is this Old Mr. Hong’s house?”
A boy of fifteen or sixteen speaks politely. He is carrying a big mountain bag, looking like an urban youth.
Hong Bin certainly knows him, “why do you come? … We didn’t kill him.”
Lin Luodong nods, “of course we are here to solve this matter.”