The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 32

After Fox Yan left, Grandmother no longer paid attention to the official documents. She leaned back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Ye Die’er entered carrying tea, setting it on the table before walking behind Grandmother and gently massaging her temples. “Grandmother, what troubles you so?”

Ye Die’er’s pressure was just right, the acupoints accurate. Grandmother’s headache eased significantly, and she exhaled a long, relieved breath.

Ye Die’er continued, “I suppose the only one who could worry Grandmother so is the Young Master, right?”

Grandmother remained silent, unwilling to dwell on these troublesome matters.

Suddenly, Ye Die’er knelt down. “Please forgive me, Grandmother!”

Seeing the person kneeling, Grandmother’s relief immediately turned to pain. Frowning, she asked, “What are you doing this for?”

“Just now, I overheard the conversation between you and the Young Master. I didn’t mean any harm. I simply could not bear to see you worried and wanted to share your burden,” Ye Die’er explained.

“Yan’er is stubborn; no one’s words will reach him. What can you possibly do?”

Ye Die’er’s expression grew determined. “The Young Master’s body concerns the entire demon realm. That tail must be extracted from that woman’s body.”

Grandmother’s brows tightened, worry deepening. She said helplessly, “I understand that, but for Yan’er to retrieve that tail, he must do it himself. And now, at the moment he is deeply attached to that woman, asking him to personally kill her… it’s impossible.”

Ye Die’er smirked with ill intent. “When the Young Master is awake, he cannot do it. But what if he is not awake?”

“You mean…”

“There is a secret technique in my clan called Soul Control, which allows one to manipulate the mind of the one under the spell.”

Grandmother hesitated. “Would this… harm Yan’er’s body?”

“Grandmother, rest assured. I have practiced this technique for many years. It will not harm the Young Master.”

Upon hearing that his body would not be harmed, Grandmother seemed to make up her mind. The worries that had plagued her for days finally lifted. “Very well! Once Yan’er retrieves the tail, all present difficulties will be resolved!”

In the demon prison, the icy cold gnawed at her bones. Qingyu curled up on the cold floor, her eyelids uncontrollably drooping. Her consciousness grew hazy, and in a daze, she felt as if she were falling into a solid embrace.

In the darkness, someone whispered, calling her name repeatedly.

“Who is calling me…?”

“Ah Yu.”

“Wake up, Ah Yu.”

The voice was so familiar that Qingyu struggled to open her eyes, trying to see who was calling her.

Fox Yan held her hand, his face a little haggard, eyes filled with guilt.

“I’m late… I let you suffer, Ah Yu.”

Qingyu looked at him in confusion. Even though he had been angered enough to spit bl00d, why did he show no resentment upon waking?

She slowly withdrew her hand and softly asked, “Are your injuries better?”

Fox Yan was momentarily startled, then a sparkle appeared in his eyes. A gentle smile curved his lips as his voice became soft and lingering. “I’m fine.”

Cangya rushed in from outside. “Young Master, Grandmother requests your presence.”

Fox Yan tucked the covers around Qingyu and whispered, “Rest well, Ah Yu. I’ll be right back.”

Not long after Fox Yan left, an uninvited guest arrived at the lakeside courtyard.

Fu Yin blocked the door. “Ye Die’er, what are you doing here?”

Ye Die’er’s face carried a contemptuous smile. “I come by Grandmother’s order, to bring Ning Qingyu to see her.”

Fu Yin stood firm, arms crossed. “My princess is still ill! She cannot go now!”

Ye Die’er, of course, did not care about Qingyu’s condition. She forcibly subdued Fu Yin and took Qingyu away.

Qingyu was brought to the location and made to wait while Ye Die’er entered alone.

After a moment, voices were heard from inside — Grandmother’s voice: “Yan’er, have you thought this through?”

A deep, clear voice replied: “Yan’er has thought it through. I will kill Ning Qingyu and pluck out her heart.”

Qingyu froze in place. That voice was far too familiar — it struck her like lightning, leaving her mind reeling.

So this was their plan all along! The engagement was indeed a sham; plucking out her heart was the true method of curing the Young Master!

What a carefully concocted lie!

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her fingers pressing hard into her palms, digging into the flesh.

Qingyu quietly backed away, but a rope suddenly flew from the room, binding her tightly.

Ye Die’er supported Grandmother out of the room, her face barely hiding a mocking smile. “Did you hear what the Young Master just said?”

“Does His Highness wish to borrow a heart for use?”

Qingyu glared at her. “If a heart is so easily borrowed, why don’t you pluck your own out for him?”

Ye Die’er hooked her fingers in her hair, laughing lightly. “Mine won’t do. It must be His Highness’ heart.”

Grandmother’s face was stern. “No more talk. Begin immediately!”

Ye Die’er beckoned into the room. A person slowly emerged, poised and elegant, their delicate features cold and distant.

Qingyu was forced into a secret chamber. Several oil lamps illuminated the stone-walled room, which was scarred with countless deep scratches — clearly not made by ordinary means.

Fox Yan waved his hand, and the ropes binding Qingyu flew off into his palm.

“Sit down.” His cold voice lacked its usual gentleness.

Qingyu clenched her sleeves, staring at the familiar yet strange face, anger rising in her chest.

“Fox Yan, you’ve suffered so much these days, haven’t you? Playing so hard…”

Fox Yan’s form paused briefly, then quickly returned to normal. His ten fingers were like sharp claws, pale blue flames dancing in his palms. As he moved, the fox fire shot toward Qingyu’s chest.

The flames struck her, instantly piercing her heart like a raging inferno. The pain was unbearable. Qingyu gripped her chest, sweat beading on her forehead, moaning in agony.

Fox Yan and Qingyu sat facing each other, manipulating the fox fire with precise control. His expression was serious, as if performing an extremely important task, not daring to relax for a moment.

A flicker of pain and concern crossed his delicate features. “Ah Yu, endure it a little longer. It will be over soon.”

Sweat blurred Qingyu’s vision, her chest pain nearly making her faint. Staring at the merciless fox fire wielder, her eyes burned with hatred. Secretly, she clenched the dagger hidden in her sleeve.

Since you want to pluck out my heart, I will pluck out yours in return!

The fox fire reached its critical stage; a moment’s distraction could be fatal. The flames blazed brightly, then suddenly dimmed.

Fox Yan couldn’t believe what he saw — the dagger embedded in his chest, its owner spilling bl00d while glaring at him with murderous intent, gripping and twisting relentlessly.

Fox Yan felt as if his heart were being squeezed in someone else’s hands, unbearably painful.

As the fox fire neared its final disappearance, he endured the pain and continued manipulating it, ultimately completing the complete refinement of his fox tail in the final moment before collapsing.

When Fox Yan fell, Qingyu felt something in her chest shatter and melt, flowing continuously into her body. All the long-held discomfort in her body vanished, replaced by a newfound strength that made her limbs feel powerful, as if she could kill a fierce tiger.

Qingyu coldly looked at the fallen figure.

The dagger in Fox Yan’s chest was buried deep, bl00d flowing endlessly from his mouth.

Qingyu crouched beside him, slowly placing her hand on the dagger. “You wanted my heart? How about you experience having your own plucked instead?”

Fox Yan, unable to speak, weakly shook his head.

Just as Qingyu grasped the dagger again, a burst of white light erupted. The figure on the ground suddenly vanished, leaving only a dark-colored eight-tailed fox.