It turns out Cheng Yan hadn't told the whole story yet.
Gently, I looked at Cheng Yan and used a soft voice to coax her to speak, comparing it to telling a story. I asked her to share the details of her sleepwalking incident without feeling nervous.
Hearing the words "sleepwalking," Cheng Yan became very uneasy. She shook her shoulders dramatically, and her teeth chattered loudly as she spoke quickly, "No, no, nothing. It's nothing."
I found it strange because while my words were simple, the tone was tactfully chosen. I used the "generational maternal tone" of the Taoist school, speaking as gently and kindly as a loving mother would. Normally, when people experiencing an encounter with evil spirits heard this "generational maternal tone," they would feel calmer inside. However, Cheng Yan became increasingly agitated, indicating that the "omen" she had encountered was not ordinary.
Seeing her current state, I knew it was useless to ask further, so I shifted my focus to Huang Xin, asking her to tell me about Cheng Yan's sleepwalking.
Huang Xin's response was also illogical and erratic, at times saying that Cheng Yan imitated the fox's cry, and at other times mentioning Cheng Yan's sleepwalking and mumbling about something like "Chang Nai Nai" and "Hu Lao Zu Zong."
Listening to her talking in a sinister way, I couldn't make out much useful information, but I did learn that Cheng Yan would sleepwalk at night and mutter some strange words, and even imitate a fox's cry.
Speaking of a fox's cry, I'm starting to doubt Huang Xin.
Most people haven't heard a fox's cry, and the sound of a fox's cry comes in many different variations.
Among the "yin people" I know, there's a fox breeder from Harbin, and I've been to his fox farm. The fox's cry is sometimes like a small dog, sometimes like a wolf howling, sometimes urgent, and even some older foxes can imitate human speech.
With so many variations of a fox's cry, can Huang Xin, a city person, distinguish them?
I asked Huang Xin how she knew it was a fox's cry.
Huang Xin shrugged and said she actually didn't know. She just had the image of a fox in her mind when she heard Cheng Yan calling.
I rubbed my hands, feeling that this matter was a bit tricky.
Cheng Yan is not in a good state right now. Huang Xin pulled me to the balcony and asked me secretly about Cheng Yan's condition.
I said the situation is not good, and informed her that a fox is actually a very sinister animal.
Huang Xin asked me where the sinisterness lies.
I told her, in the northeast, there is the 77th route of wild fairies.
These wild fairies are essentially "animal spirits."
There are 72 small wild fairies within the 77th route, and five large wild fairies.
These five large wild fairies are "fox, yellow weasel, white hedgehog, snake, and mouse."
The fox spirit ranks first among the 77 wild fairies, with a narrow mind and a fierce nature. If one provokes these kind of wild fairies, it's likely a difficult task to get rid of them.
"What can we do then?" Huang Xin asked anxiously.
I lit a cigarette, sighed deeply, and said: Money!
Huang Xin was initially tense, but with my response, this cold beauty actually chuckled, then quickly hid the smile and gave me a look, saying, "What's the time for jokes?"
I chuckled and said, "Where there's a will, there's a way. There are countless 'yin people' in the northeast, and there are also quite a few people who can deal with fox spirits."
The important thing is, I need to know whether Cheng Yan has really fallen prey to a fox spirit.
According to what Cheng Yan just told me, she has never seen a fox, nor worn fox fur. So how did she provoke a fox spirit? It should be noted that although fox spirits have narrow minds, as the leader of the 77 wild fairies, they still act with integrity, abiding by the principle of not attacking unless provoked.
"I need to ask again and check again," I said casually, but in fact, I concealed the fact that I saw a fox spirit lurking on Cheng Yan's shoulder; after all, both Huang Xin and Cheng Yan were not particularly brave, and speaking out would not solve the problem, but add to their worries.
Huang Xin asked how I planned to check.
I told her she didn't need to worry, there was a way.
I returned to the living room. By now, Cheng Yan had calmed down. She kept apologizing to me, saying she was sorry for losing control just now.
I said it was okay, "If you weren't having a problem, why would I be here?"
Cheng Yan seemed moved by what I said, and thanked me with a lowered head.
I told her not to thank me yet, as I still needed to check on her.
She looked at me with an innocent expression.
I explained to her that if getting possessed is considered a kind of illness, then we "yin people" are like doctors—first, we diagnose the illness, then we take you to the specialist "yin people" doctors.
With that, I took out a tape measure and a cowbell from my bag.
I took the tape measure and instructed Cheng Yan to lie on the table so I could measure her bones.
In a normal person, the two shoulder blades are the same length, but in a person affected by the "yin evil," one is shorter than the other, mainly because the 'yin evil' nibbles on the bone, eating a circle around the edge of the bone.
Cheng Yan was very cooperative and lay down on the coffee table without a word.
I asked her to spread out her arms on the table.
Seeing Cheng Yan's hands spread out, I almost drooled. This model really lives up to her reputation; her arms were slender and long, truly a stroke of good luck given by the heavens.
I stood in front of the table, preparing to measure her shoulder blades with the tape measure, when suddenly Huang Xin shouted, "Yanyan, you're exposing yourself!"
I lowered my head, and indeed, when Cheng Yan was lying on the table, her neckline was extremely low. When I glanced a little lower, I almost saw her cleavage; and under the pressure of the table, her roundness was starting to become half spheres. I almost had a rush of blood to the head and my hand couldn't help but move forward a little.
Now Cheng Yan also realized something was wrong and asked me to measure from behind.
"All right," I gave a sly look to Huang Xin, "a great view just turned into a mess."
I walked reluctantly to Cheng Yan's back and started to measure her shoulder blades. However, things were not quite right at the back, with her tall figure, Cheng Yan was slightly taller than Huang Xin, probably around 1.77 meters. To measure her shoulder blades, I had to stand behind her, and to stand there, my lower abdomen was just touching Cheng Yan's bottom in a very unseemly manner.
Huang Xin was not happy, she pursed her lips and said, "Can't I stand beside and measure?"
I was also annoyed, I said that measuring the shoulder blades without undressing was already difficult, if we were to do it at the side, the data obtained would be completely inaccurate.
Cheng Yan was open-minded; she told Huang Xin that it was okay to measure this way, leaving Huang Xin somewhat speechless. She probably didn't want to see our ambiguous posture and went back to the room.
Watching Huang Xin's back, I felt a bit strange. For such a trivial affair like me adopting an ambiguous posture, in the modeling circle, what's the big deal? Why is Huang Xin so shy?
As I was pondering this, I suddenly felt a gentle warmth in my lower abdomen.
When I looked down, I saw Cheng Yan's plump bottom drawing circles on my lower abdomen like a millstone.
This is a tantalizing little demon.
I suddenly got agitated and pushed forward fiercely, and Yanyan involuntarily murmured.
It became even more serious, my scalp felt numb, my heart was crawling like ants, so I leaned over her ear and warned her not to be so presumptuous, otherwise I wouldn't be able to control my temper.
Yanyan said if you can't control your temper, then you can't control your temper, her bed is soft in the bedroom.
Damn! This girl is bold, energetic, and open-minded, but her mind might be a bit off. I haven't even started handling things for you, and you're already coming onto me. If I were to play around and then run away, where would you go to complain? In the end, won't you be the one at a loss?
I worried about Yanyan's mind, but she just turned her head and looked at me with a seductive demeanor.
At this sight, I realized that there was a problem. When I entered the room, Yanyan was indeed enthusiastic and unrestrained, but her eyes were relatively pure, innocent, and free of malice.
But now, her eyes were full of seduction, soft, charming, and provocative.
These different qualities kept circulating in her eyes.
This... was no longer Yanyan. I could feel that she had completely transformed into someone else.
Suddenly, Yanyan giggled mischievously.
I saw her face, completely change.
Or rather, her face didn't change at all, the skin was still smooth and delicate, and her looks remained the same.
But I had the feeling that her face had become like a fox's face.
No white fur of a fox, no sharp features, but her appearance was that of a real fox.
"Haha, brother, are you sizing me up? Haha."
Yanyan suddenly bent over, hugged her body, lowered her head, and her hands crept slowly towards me, as if she was possessed by a fox fairy.
I was startled and sat on the sofa.
Although we are familiar with the things related to the spiritual world, our courage is generally not that great.
And we know how powerful spirits can be, so we are more vulnerable to such things than ordinary people.
"Don't come near me."
I sat on the sofa, pointing at Yanyan.
"Haha!" Yanyan's face was becoming more and more like a fox: "We, the younger generation, cannot sit at the main table during the ceremony, but a real fire... burns us, the younger generation, all over."
Her voice became more ethereal.
I moved back even further.
Suddenly, Yanyan's fox-like face transformed from a fair complexion to a dark one. What was once a cute little fang turned into a pair of fangs, and her expression became fierce: "Who are you? Why am I here? I want your life!"
She pounced on me.
In my mind, the thought of "fox spirit" suddenly emerged.
I was at a loss for what to do.
According to my years of experience in summoning spirits, Yanyan, as she is now, should be extremely dangerous. If I didn't take any action, I would be killed by her in the living room.
As Yanyan lunged at me, I hurriedly slid off the sofa, grabbed the cowbell on the table, and shook it noisily.