I was a fairy.
I was a fairy.
The unknown was taken into the ditch and forced me to wash his clothes and feed him.
I hope my parents can save me.
But people say I love the village man.
How does that coarse man fit me?
How dare you want to share this with me.
One.
I’ve been trapped in this ditch for six months.
I’m sure my parents haven’t found me yet.
I was a fairy.
In pursuit of the foxes of the perjury, the wounds fell into the fairies.
While I was in the water to heal my wounds, one of them stole my clothes, killing me and drowning.
Later, I was dragged into this ditch.
I’m a dirty, dirty villager. I don’t have much to say.
It’s very direct. I’m going to wash him and cook him.
I won’t.
He said there was no discussion.
I said, “I’m a fairy. You can’t touch me.” I’m sorry.
He laughed: “A fairy like this, she shall bear me a child.” I’m sorry.
Then I really got pregnant with that villager’s son.
When his stomach rises slightly, he is also required to fetch water and wash wood and cook.
They say that the suffering of mankind is great, and that it is not the fairies who have made a terrible mistake that will be reduced to punishment.
I think I’m getting it now.
When I was pregnant, the old cow in the yard laughed at me.
I can even say two words while the village man is gone.
It laughs at me, but now it is as low as dust.
It said, “The consequences of the disaster, however. I’m sorry.
Two.
And the axes of the wood We cut, seeking to cut off the horns of the old man.
It’s not enough.
And then, several times, it blew itself up, and I remember something.
This old cow is a fairy who is nine-thirty in heaven, and has spent a thousand years of suffering and has broken through the layers of the earth, so that he may rise.
And he took a hard look at me and the sisters in the shower, and was severely punished.
My parents wanted it dead. I saved it with my sisters.
There is still a chance to start from scratch, even if it is not.
I don’t want to meet again here.
Then I realized, “This is the revenge of this old cow.”
It made me lose my magic and nowhere to cry for help.
And when I was seriously wounded, and I was in collusion with the fox, he asked for the intoxication of his heart, and took the intestine.
This is ridiculous.
I said, “You’re not afraid that my parents will find your life? I’m sorry.
The old cow has nothing to fear: “Your father and mother, if they come to me, I may not live, but you will not return.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but look down to my stomach.
It’s right.
Even if I had recovered the fairy coat, it would be hard for me to go back to the sky.
My parents will abandon me because of the face of the house…
Is that so?
3
I was forced to give the village a son and a daughter.
In addition to picking up water and washing wood for cooking, they now have to knit their homes.
I still don’t know the name of the village.
No question.
He was only heard in the village calling him “Ox.”
That’s a terrible name, just as uncomfortable as the old cow in that yard.
The old cow hasn’t spoken for a long time, and it’s like dying.
And my words are becoming scarce, and I am insensitive to repeat every day of this morning’s work.
In the millennia past, I never felt lonely or sad.
Today I’m not the only one in the world who’s asking me to come up with the idea that I should die.
It’s really bitter.
I look up every day and hope my parents can save me.
It’s not good to look at it.
When the kid on his knees opened his mouth and shouted “hungry” and couldn’t find half the rice at home, the cow blamed me for not having enough cloth to buy money.
How could he know? I knitted the cloth. How could he be lucky?
Even if they are forced to suffer, they will die.
4
In the neighbouring town, there was a disease that reportedly killed several people.
We can’t find the source, we can’t make the cure.
The village was scared, and even the cow was not out.
He locked the doors and windows, tied the old cow, held a couple of children, and looked at me.
My rags kept on going, and I spoke with them, and then suddenly there was a rush.
We said, “The New Year is coming, so I will make you new clothes.” I’m sorry.
Use my cloth.
The old cow in the yard suddenly screamed out loud and loud, and an axe fell on its feet.
Wrong.
But the ears were finally clear.
I think next time I can cut his head off.
5
This epidemic is coming and going.
The town is no longer dead and the village is active.
I can knit, but I don’t know how to dress.
I couldn’t get my sleeve sewn up until Ox went out again.
And O ox slashed the two fabrics on his body, and then he said to me, “Let’s trade them for money, but they’re wasted on me.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t contradict him, I saved my energy.
It’s just that the town is dying again.
The ox, who picks up two baskets of cloth, goes on to the streets, and the young boy looks at his father’s back and says, “Dad, Dad, Chicken! I’m sorry.
Ox didn’t turn back and raised his hand.
I can’t see Ox before I see him, and the young are gone.
I leaned against the walls of the courtyard without an expression, staring at the old cow still tied.
The old cow’s mouth moved and thought to speak.
I laugh.
It finally asked me, “Didn’t you say, “The world is in your breasts and your heart is in your bones?” But what are you doing? You’re killing lives. Look at the shuttle in your hand. I’m sorry.
As it wished, I really turned my eyes on the troupe.
It does have blood.
But I can’t see “innocent” in my eyes.
I was a fairy.
Not a saint…
Six.
There’s another epidemic in town.
This time it’s the village.
The only rich man in the village is dead.
A family, a dozen people, in a row.
They’re wearing new clothes and preparing for the New Year.
The people were afraid to see, and rushed back to their homes and sealed their doors and windows.
“Looking at the New Year, I thought I’d get more money and have a better life, so it’s not easy.” I’m sorry.
I closed the knitting machine and closed the shuttle.
I can’t knit anymore.
He should be busy.
Ox is very confused.
He asked me, “What do you do with them, good ones?” Why don’t weave some more while we’re out there? I’ll sell a lot. I’m sorry.
What a greedy fool.
I turned away from him, but he scolded me that I had no regard for my family, that I had no understanding of his hardship, and that I had no reckoning of the future for my children.
I have nothing to say to him.
But there will always be a place for me to talk.
The day is coming.
Because the soldiers are coming.
7
But before the soldiers arrived, the old cow spoke again.
It didn’t even avoid the cow.
What is there to avoid?
He would have known that the cows in his home were good.
Didn’t you listen to this old cow so that you took my fairy coat and brought me here?
“There’s a great deal to be done, but the only thing that can be done is the garment.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the big deal?” What’s the big deal?”
So the old cow told him the truth.
I knit rags, people can’t fit.
The old cow was also unaware of the matter, and it was only recently that he had come up with the mystery.
“You mean the ones in town and the village Liu’s family because I picked the cloth to sell?” I’m sorry.
I laughed too much.
If we’re serious, we don’t know if these people’s lives are on me or on this ignorant villager?
If it’s not enough, maybe there’s a pair of his children.
‘Why are you so vicious?’ I’m sorry.
“I’m mean? I asked him, “How could I be mean?” I’m sorry.
I was a fairy.
The villagers were then given water and firewood, washing and cooking, and raising children and even knitting and cooking.
How could I be mean?
Ox’s hands were suddenly frozen on my shoulder.
Then, after a moment of silence, he said, “Isn’t this what you women should do? Look at the women in this village. I’m sorry.
8
Ox is right.
In this village, even outside, or in a bigger town.
Women are nothing more than mean tools.
She can be a “tool” for reproduction.
It can also be a tool for working.
She can also be a tool for anger.
But she can’t be herself.
Even if I were a fairy, it would be a shame.
When did such oppression and bullying become conventional rules?
Even if he had nothing to lose, even if he was crude, he could be treated like a man because of his sex.
This is ridiculous.
If I don’t talk, Ox thinks he’s on the other side of the equation.
He shivered, and said, “What does it matter to me that you created the fault of the human being … that you caused? I… I can’t be involved with children. I’m sorry.
Look.
This is the mortal.
Man of the world.
“It’s late. I said:
“How can you live alone if I’m in hell?” Isn’t that what you mortals love to say? I’m sorry.
9
I see the cowardice and fear of the cow.
It’s a big difference from the barbarity and spicyness he brought me back.
He panicked, his legs were soft and he kneeled.
“I can’t die, I can’t die. This has nothing to do with me. I know nothing. I’m innocent.”
The old cow’s “silent” two times, urging the cow to find out what he was hiding.
It said, “The garment is made of magic for thousands of years, so that it can raise the bones of the dead, and if it works properly, the great evil will be saved.” I’m sorry.
Ox, listen up, you’re out of the yard.
I followed the old cow, and I didn’t want him to dig his own grave.
No wonder I’ve been looking all these years for my fairy clothes.
He hid him in a grave.
He’s pulling out a fairy coat and he doesn’t look at me.
It seems I’m the one who owns this fairy coat.
Although I may never be able to wear it again.
Ox learned the language from the old cow and went straight to Liu’s house.
However, he failed to save a dozen people who had just died.
Ox, it’s the right thing to say, the right way to use it, why doesn’t it work?
I just find it funny to look at him in the walls.
He tried again and again, still useless.
And more than a dozen corpses standing on the ground, driven by the ox’s mouth over and over again, became plentiful, and then disillusioned with a dozen ostrich birds.
The ox’s face was blue and he was scared to step back and tripped at the threshold, and the whole son rolled out.
He grabbed my fairy coat, and he was like, “How could it be?” Why is that? The old cow won’t lie to me. I’m sorry.
Of course it won’t lie to him.
Except, the old cow only told him half.
And I crouched down, and stretched out my hand on the stupid, ignorant head of ox, and said, “Doesn’t matter, see? I’m sorry.
“It’s you?” He looked at me with a pair of red eyes and asked, “You’re the one who did it, right? Are you asking us to die with you? I’m sorry.
And I laugh, “If I have the means to do so, will you live to this day?” I’m sorry.
What can I do if I can’t handle my fairy-clothes and can’t afford to be humiliated even by a mortal?
Too bad he doesn’t understand.
The reason he didn’t save Liu’s family was not that my fairy clothes were useless or that the old cow was wrong.
It is the family of Liu who has lost their minds in this world.
His family isn’t all dead.
There were also two new women and a girl in the middle.
The two new women, one of whom was cold-eyed because of the birth of a daughter, and one of whom was taken from the neighboring village by force.
Which one will miss them?
The ox tried to force them to come back to life, but it made them awkward and broke their way back.
It’s the only way to survive.
Of course I won’t tell him that I’m running around with my fairyclothes like he’s crazy.
He wants to live and clean himself out of this “kill.”
Dream on.
10
More and more ostrichs have been around lately, causing headaches.
Old cows in the yard can’t stand.
I asked him if he saw his “death.”
It won’t talk to me.
We said, “But you have wasted your strength. Do you think this is revenge?” I’m sorry.
It’s just that I’m a “hotjacking” among people.
“I thought of you with my sisters, and left you to die, but you didn’t make it enough, so I did.”
The old cow never spoke again.
It can’t talk.
Because Ox killed it.
He skinned it, smoked it, ate it.
Because I told the ox: the skin of the old cow can help him rise up, the bones can resist the soldiers, and the beef can grow.
It can’t wait to kill the old cow.
I’m in a hurry. I’m not asking if I lied to him.
Eleven.
It’s a waste of time for the boys.
I haven’t seen you for a long time.
It’s time to clean up these lazy bastards.
I didn’t wait for the privates, but I saw another old friend.
It’s rare.
She shot me down at Fairy Lake and now she’s here.
Yeah, that’s the fox.
Her mortal husband is dying.
She didn’t want him dead, so she thought of me.
No, to be precise, is to think of my fairy coat.
The fox demons played among the humans for several years, and they fell into the tender land of a student.
The bookman was very good to her, soft and gentle.
The fox demons have been with them for many days, and have tasted love, and have fallen.
They spend the months before, their ears grinding, and they’re not happy.
But what is the difference between man and man, and the Booker whose life is in danger because of the fox?
The fox demons do everything in their power to keep his life alive.
And now she has only one way to go.
I watched her make a deal with ox.
She gave Ox two pills, which she said kept me alive and gave me the will to die with him.
Ox believed it. My hands gave my fairy clothes to the fox demon.
I’ve never been asked.
The fox demon put on my fairy coat and smote the demon.
I stood at the village’s entrance and looked forward to it.
I asked her, “How does it feel to love someone?” I’m sorry.
And she drew all that was on her, and she did not answer.
But I think I get it.
It is willing to sacrifice for each other, not to spare no effort.
When the fox wears my fairy garment, it saves the life of the book, or even gives him a long life, but she can no longer hide herself.
She’s not the fox I once knew.
And We fought her for many years, how sly and selfish she was, and now she is going to give her life away for a mortal.
If she were to be taken back, the punishment that awaits her would be unimaginable.
Maybe it’s light.
And behold, I wonder how the book was made to be sacrificed by a fox of age.
It was good to remember these old things and to think that the soldiers were doing something.
At least leave the fox demon and the bookman some last moments of happiness.
12
Ox is so eager for me.
And don’t call me knitting.
Nor do they invite us to labour.
He kept me company all the time.
I don’t even think about it. I know what he’s thinking.
He dragged the two children in front of me all day, trying from time to time to ask questions about the sky.
If I don’t answer him, he says to himself:
“What is it like to live forever? I’m sorry.
I looked at him and thought he was crazy.
“Your parents are in charge of the heavens and the earth, and they want me to do something in heaven. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he seemed to be intoxicated and had a dream of flying to the fair.
The two children, who were loud and loud, touched their heads and said, “This is your own child. What do they get?” I’ll be called a daddy’s stain. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I couldn’t help but hear him and say, “I’m obsessed. I’m sorry.
But he did not know where he was born of confidence, as if in his knowledge, and after those years We gave him two children, and he could only yield to his feet.
Even if I’ve always been forced to do so.
Even if I had a different status with him.
Because he’s a man, he thinks everything is right.
I can’t help but wonder about the students of the fox demons.
What was he like?
But it’s not ox’s disgusting face.
Ox was upset to see me like this.
But then he got angry again.
I don’t know when he’s learned to be smooth.
Did he start by killing that old cow himself?
He took two potions from the fox demons.
Convinced that it would change me, I was told to stop thinking about him.
I was frowned by the smell of the fox in that potion, and I couldn’t help but cover my nose.
O’Cow will fetch water, so I’ll wear it.
I won’t.
He moved rough.
“Just two pills. What are you twisting? I’m sorry.
He’s got a big hand, I can’t fight it.
The two children were scared and cried, and the cow couldn’t control them.
He broke my mouth and forced two pills into my mouth, and poured water into my mouth.
It was only when I saw my throat rolling, the pills were in my stomach.
He untied me and touched my back for me.
“That’s right, you’ll have to live with me in the future. No more ideas, no more means. You’ll have to go around me and my kids. I’m sorry.
I was staring at the fence wall in the yard while ox was talking to me.
He thought he could squeeze me with the pills the fox gave me.
But I knew it, and he was deceived.
The fox demon said that the pill made people wonder.
But I’ve never been interested in ox, how can I be confused with two pills?
In this world, there is love for heart.
No love.
Nothing.
All I had in my abdominal cavity was disgusting, and it was a few days in a row that the fox’s gas was cleaned up.
I’ll curse the fox demon.
It’s my bad luck to save people from my fairy clothes. Don’t forget to disgust me.
13
The fox demon saved her lover, wearing my fairy garment, and was not afraid to be near to the book.
Without demonic persecution, the book-breeding spirit became more and more robust.
He was pleased to think that he would be among the foxes, but he did not know the end of their days.
In order to avoid being hunted by Skymen, the fox demon ran around with his students.
And finally I fled to my village with Ox.
The fox and the genie came into my broken yard with their students.
For the first time, I saw the student look.
The skin is impeccable, and the manner in which it is spoken has its elegance.
Ox stood with him like a clown.
The fox demon sits with me in front of me, like he wants to talk to me.
Ox has a face on my side.
I want him out.
He won’t.
“I am the head of the family. What can I say? I’m sorry.
I grunted, I repeat, “Get out! I’m sorry.
He was not afraid of me, because I had no more magic than an ordinary village woman.
But he was afraid of the fox demon.
That’s what really kills people by moving their fingers.
Ox is afraid to die.
That is why when he glimpses the eyes of the fox demon, he rolls out with no desire.
The bookman on the side of the fox demon asked her, “Do I need to avoid it, too? I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to. The fox demon said, “We are one and one, and my husband is one, and I have nothing to hide. I’m sorry.
As if he were to share his life with him.
Had it not been for the evil of man, then be an envious couple.
I can’t help but groan at what they are like: “I am afraid that I am not a good place to hide.” I’m sorry.
“I know. “The Fox Demon.
“I have nowhere to hide, and somehow I thought of you.” I’m sorry.
I turned my eyes on her.
If she hadn’t hurt me and plunged me into Fairy Lake, how could I have been persecuted by that mean villager?
“I admit it was only when I saw you seriously hurt and lost your mind, and I wanted to see you laugh, that I could do something about it. I’m sorry.
What is she doing?
She is apologizing to me, and confessing her sins.
I was so shocked.
I knew her for years and thought that no one in this world knew this fox better than I.
But now I feel strange.
How did she end up like this?
Not like a leprechaun anymore.
And the fox saw my doubt, and she fell into the book’s arms with shame, saying: “I used to do what I was free to do, and I did many sins, for which there was no forgiveness. But it was not until he met him that he taught me the truths of man, and taught me the truth, and taught me the truth, and taught me the truth, that it was not until we found out how absurd a thing had been done before. I’m sorry.
When the fox demons told me these things, they couldn’t hide their love.
I don’t think I can smell the fox again.
The sour smell of so-called “love” is full of acid.
Her happiness can’t be concealed.
Until the soldiers arrived, I never saw her in a state of shock and anxiety.
14
I witnessed the difference between the fox demon and the student.
It’s right here in this broken yard.
They were in front of me for the last time.
The fox demon wants the students to eat and live. Don’t miss her.
The booksmen are full.
The soldiers took the fox and the fox.
And I’m blind.
I don’t feel weird.
I’m nothing without fairy clothes.
The booksman looked up at the sky and saw nothing, but his mouth was still smiling and his tears were pouring down.
I can’t go with him.
I can’t feel the sadness of “never love.”
After a long time, Ox came out of the grass cave.
He’s glad the soldiers didn’t take him, and it doesn’t matter how many people died before.
But he’s not happy.
“They’re leaving soon? Isn’t your parents in charge? Don’t they even recognize you? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t talk to him for nothing.
I don’t know where he’s going.
I don’t think I’m worth anything, my parents won’t come looking for me, and the soldiers won’t recognize me, and I’m getting more and more.
Even two kids can yell at me.
If all this is just a robbery in my life, is it enough for me to be humiliated?
So I picked a good day, and I destroyed the new temple of the fairies in the village, and broke the fire of the fairies.
Soon, the fairy took me to nine.
He will not mention anything except that I have smote his temple and cut off his fragrance, and that I have done nothing in the world, killing innocent people, and that I am in love with the dust.
I don’t know how long he cried in the sky.
I don’t know how the soldiers who ignored me said something to my parents.
Anyway, my mother finally came to get me.
15
And the day before my mother found me, I tried to talk to Ox.
I would like to give him the opportunity to completely cut off that fate between us, and to have a happy ending.
He looked at me like I was planning on him again.
“You want to leave me alone? How can you do that?” There’s no such thing as you. I’m sorry.
I looked at the two children indifferent and thought about what Ox said.
He said there was no mother like me in this world…
But I couldn’t give birth to these two children.
I was a fairy who had been taught by his parents from childhood, to treat all that is in the heavens and all that is in the earth, including all the people of the earth.
For me, these two children are nothing different from what is in this heavens and earth.
How can I be forced to devote myself to a world in which my belly was born by force?
But men in every place think that a child can bind a woman’s life, no matter how much oppression and humiliation she has suffered, that she can remember the child and live in peace.
It’s a big mistake that ox hit me with this.
Just. I’m a little helpless.
I think I don’t know what to tell him.
It’s no big deal. If we don’t get together, we’ll have to go on as we agreed.
In the middle of the night, ox woke me up in the middle of a dream.
“Did your family come looking for you?” he asked, with a sense of hindsight. I’m sorry.
I nod. He’s not stupid this time.
Ox suddenly rejoiced.
“I knew it. I knew it. Fairies, right? Where can your parents leave you? I’m sorry.
At night this night, the ox had no sleep.
He was in this broken house for a long time, and there was a word in his mouth, and I could not hear what he was thinking.
Then he asked me, “When will your parents come?” Can I pack something? I’m sorry.
“Oh, what do you want in the sky, and where you need me for this crap?” It’ll be a good day with you. I’m sorry.
I put up with it and I hit him.
“Don’t dream. You can’t go to hell. I’m sorry.
He doesn’t believe me.
I didn’t say anything later.
He can’t go back to the next nine days.
If he stops, he’s willing to break up with me and live with the two children, perhaps something else.
But he turned to greed and delusions he shouldn’t have.
16
My mother came looking for me, and I cleaned up.
I’m afraid she won’t recognize me.
And when she stood before me, as merciful as I remember, I dared to fall into her arms and swallow.
And she whispered to me, “My son has suffered.” I’m sorry.
And We looked upon her, and from her face We saw. Indeed, the encounter of these years was, as I thought, a robbery which I had been bound to adopt.
I don’t ask her why I am, I have many sisters, and we have different responsibilities on our shoulders.
Mother asked me if I had a relationship with this man.
I shook my head: “There is no love.” I’m sorry.
She boasted that I understood and did not live up to her expectations.
When my mother and I left, he was chasing me with two kids.
I’ll never go back.
I can’t hear what he cursed on the ground, and I don’t want to hear it.
I just want to be able to get rid of this man and not have anything to do with it.
The mother couldn’t bring me back to nine.
She fell at the edge of the river, as if she wanted to speak with me.
My face was flat on my face.
I know, there’s something I should face.
I can’t wear it anymore.
I’m not a fairy anymore.
For millions of years, I’ve been stuck by this river.
My mother asked me, “Do you have any complaints? I’m sorry.
“If I can’t talk, will my mother come and see me?” I’m sorry.
My mother told me, “The day when you return to the sky, when the water is dry and the birds are scattered.” I’m sorry.
And the waters of the rivers of heaven and the rivers of the sky, and they fertilize all things, are not able to breed.
And who knows that the source of the water of this heaven is the tears of the women of the earth.
The day when the rivers and rivers dry, the women of the earth will not cry.
Turns out this is my end.
17
The other side is the general presence of purgatory prisons.
The fox demons who were captured were punished here.
The fox demon I know, for thousands of years, three on the roof and three escapes.
As many as possible in heaven, there is no way for her.
But this time she compromised.
She no longer struggles and no longer resists.
My father threatened her with the life of that student.
The fox demon made a deal with my father.
Another deal.
She wanted my father to be safe for 100 years.
And she’s willing to spend 30,000 years here.
When I saw the fox demon again, I didn’t recognize him.
She’s been tortured so long she can’t even imagine.
There is only this undead body, and it endures daily.
But I think she’s happy.
I don’t know, “You can laugh when you’re like this. What, did they hurt your head? I’m sorry.
“You don’t understand.” I’m sorry.
And a little groaning at me: “How could you have not tasted love for so many days in the world?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I decided to close my heart to this fox.
You’re in love!
18
I’m trying to educate the fox demons so they don’t suffer.
But she did not listen to me at all, and she was in the sweetness of the past with that of the Book.
Thunder fell on her, and I was sweating, and she didn’t feel the pain.
It’s terrible.
I don’t care about this fox anymore.
But as I was leaving, the last person I wanted to see came after me.
It’s that cow.
He was wearing the skin of an old cow and had chosen his sons and daughters, and had not reached the end of the river until a long journey had taken him.
But that’s all he can get.
The skin of the old cow could not take him further away, and he could not survive the river but stayed in the purgatory with the fox.
I can float into the sky, but the cow can’t move forward.
Turn back, he has no way back.
Two kids on the river bank shouted at me.
I can’t even imagine it.
I remember what they used to call me like their father.
It’s not like it’s a little pity.
The foxes behind the ox just came out of the thunderbolt, looking at the ox, and saying, “I don’t want this mortal to have the strength to chase you to the sky, and I can see it. I’m sorry.
I shut her up, and I said, “You know what, you love brain, you see this is called “love.” I’m sorry.
The fox also tried to argue with me that I sealed her mouth.
Ox looked at me and he took him out of Purgatory.
“What the hell is this, like this? Don’t scare the kids. You take us away. I’m sorry.
Don’t say I don’t want to.
Even if I had the heart to take them away, there was nothing I could do.
No one can easily cross the river now except me.
Unless the sky is dry.
“I gave you the chance to choose, and you chose not to return. Me and Ox, “And your children.” I’m sorry.
They eat veal, they die and they go to Purgatory, where they live forever.
19
I came back to the side of the river, and my mother was in love with me and secretly made me a palace.
I don’t like it.
My heart is suddenly at peace.
I’ll be here for the next thousand years.
I will witness the rise and fall of the water of the sky.
If possible, I hope that this day never rises.
Extra one:
The King’s beard is almost gone.
The spirits that the ghosts have taken back can’t be human beings, they’re all ostrichs. If we keep doing this, we’re going to have to have low-level birth data.
Then, after discussions, meetings, and analyses over and over and over again, a decision was taken.
That is to make these ostrichs, who cannot be turned back into human beings, come to me to repent the sins of the past, and if they are forgiven, they will be reborn.
But it is not always the days of the ostrich that disturb me, so they try to set a date.
That’s the beginning of July every year.
These ostrich come to me in line to repent and cry about their ignorance.
What’s the use?
They want to be born again, and they’re gonna have to drink from me, and I’m gonna make it happen. That’s a setup.
At this point of the year, the ox at the end of the Sky River will take the child, step on the ostrich and try to cross the Sky River, so it’ll depend on me to leave Purgatory.
I certainly won’t let him.
How did you get here?
That place, he’ll never leave.
Extra 2:
The fox demon’s heart’s mind is a student who’s 100 years old.
We thought that, after his death, we would find a chance to negotiate with His Majesty and bring him up by the river, and from time to time comfort the tormented fox.
But until I saw something that didn’t make sense in that book, I totally stopped thinking about it.
And earlier, he had written all his thoughts and love for the fox, all his love and desire.
Until then, it seemed like he was out of his mind, making up my “love” with Ox.
He’s so bad for my reputation that he’ll never see his lover again.
A few years later, I came to the fox, and said, “Do you have a special obsession with the leprechaun who you love? He seems to be obsessed with a snake demon, two with a child…”
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
