Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

As soon as he opened the door, Jingzhi saw a wall full of small white statues.

Infant spirit, as the name suggests, is the soul of an infant.

Jingzhi was a little stunned. There must be eighty or ninety infant spirits on this wall.

Are there so many people having abortions in this era?

She subconsciously wanted to turn around and ask Lin Jiu, but just when she turned halfway, the person behind her suddenly started sawing with a crackling sound. She puffed her cheeks, turned back, went into the house and closed the door.

Humph! Weird!

She also has a temper, so she ignored him.

Just leave him alone... for half a day.

Jingzhi turned and approached the wall of infant spirit sculptures. She found that there was a small eternal lamp burning in front of each small sculpture.

The room had no windows, but the candlelight along the entire wall was enough to illuminate her view.

Looking up, she found that there were three small sculptures in the middle of the third row from the top, which were different from the other white sculptures.

The three cross-legged sitting infant spirit sculptures were gray in color, with their bodies tightly bound with cinnabar ropes, and their eyes were covered with a small red cloth.

According to Lin Jiu's cautious nature, there must be something wrong with these three infant spirits.

Jingzhi seemed to realize something and suddenly retracted the hand that had been stretched out inexplicably.

Then she hurriedly backed away, not stopping until she reached the square table by the door.

Then she reached for the thick stack of yellow paper leaning against the wall, unwrapped it expertly, and began to fold it methodically.

This kind of work was not unfamiliar to Jingzhi. She had done it many times when she was with Junior Brother Lin Feng.

At this moment, her hands flew like a dancing butterfly, and she folded one in a short while.

Jingzhi's mind moved, and he thought to himself:

"Since there's no one here, I might as well let my tail out to help. I can finish folding it sooner so I can go back to practice earlier."

Thinking of this, I saw the hem of her skirt swaying slightly, and several furry tails slowly stretched out.

These tails were extremely agile. They formed groups of two, each rolled up a piece of yellow paper and folded it up quickly with her.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the shuffling and folding of papers.

At this moment, the eternal lamp that had been burning steadily suddenly became strange.

The light suddenly lit up, then suddenly dimmed. Jingzhi only felt that the light in front of his eyes changed rapidly.

Before she could turn her head to see what was happening, she felt a slight touch on her tail.

It was as if a few small hands were gently caressing them...

"Sister, are you a vixen?"

She looked back and saw seven or eight children wearing only bellybands squatting on the ground, looking at the fluffy cat tail flying in the air with curiosity.

The brave ones have already started, while the timid ones have their eyes wide open, their eyes almost overflowing with anticipation.

Originally, she didn't like others touching her tail, but the person outside made her unhappy today, so what's wrong with letting these baby spirits play with her?

Yes, infant spirit.

Jingzhi noticed that although they looked like normal children, none of them had a shadow under the candlelight.

She smiled slightly, placed the paper ingot on the tail on the table, then stretched it towards them, and bent it into various shapes, one of which was stretched to the hand of a timid little girl.

"Would you like to touch it? It's very warm."

The little girl had two pigtails and a pair of sparkling eyes as big as grapes. She swallowed her saliva and said timidly:

"May I?"

Jingzhi nodded, and the little girl smiled with her eyes curved. She touched the fur carefully as if she had got a favorite toy.

The force was too light, which made Jingzhi feel a little itchy. The cat's tail couldn't help but tremble, making the little girl giggle.

In the corner, there was a little baby lying on the ground, looking at another cat's tail bending back and forth, his saliva all over the floor. He was moaning, and pinched the tip of the tail with his chubby little hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

The moment the toothless gums bit the tip of the tail, Jingzhi quickly retracted several tails and couldn't help but whimper.

The voice was gentle, and the slightly hoarse voice revealed an ambiguity.

Unfortunately, the room was full of little kids, none of whom knew how to appreciate it. They chased the retracted tail and soon surrounded Jingzhi.

A little boy who didn't seem to be shy at all, raised his head and asked in a carefree manner:

"Sister, are you a vixen?"

It seems that the question just now was asked by him.

Jingzhi pinched her eyebrows, shook her head and said:

"I'm a civet cat."

The little girl pinched her fingers and said timidly, "I like cats. I really want to have one."

Jingzhi laughed out loud, she gently touched the little girl's braids and said softly:

"You can't afford to support me."

The little girl stared at her blankly. Suddenly, she grabbed Jingzhi's hand tightly and said:

"Can you be my mother?"

Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and said a little frustratedly:

"I'm afraid not. I'm still single."

This group of little brats immediately started chattering.

"Then find a husband."

"I think Uncle Qiu Sheng is a good person."

"No, no, he and Uncle Wencai always trick us into doing work, and I don't want a liar as my father."

"That's right."

"How about Uncle Nine?"

"He's too old, I'm afraid he can't have children?"

Speaking of this, Jingzhi suddenly blushed.

Inexplicably, she remembered the scene she saw in prison.

...She looks very healthy, so...she shouldn't be unable to have children.

The group of little kids suddenly became quiet as if they had made an appointment in advance, and all looked up at her. Even the little kid who had just secretly bitten her tail was looking at her with his thumb in his mouth and blinking his big eyes.

Jingzhi smiled helplessly, bent down and took the little bean into his arms, gently took his wet thumb out of his mouth, and then said with some disappointment:

"He might... not like me. You should find someone else to be your mother."

"Why?"

Jingzhi was a little confused.

Why? She wanted to find out.

She hated to be in such a depressed mood, so she shook her head and asked everyone:

"Are you hungry? Let me light some incense for you."

The little boy swallowed and said, "I want to eat eggs."

As soon as she finished speaking, seven or eight pairs of eyes in front of Jingzhi immediately lit up, making her feel a little amused and helpless.

"I don't have any money."

Most of the roosters in Lin Jiu's chicken coop are used for cooking, and she used the last egg last night to cook noodles.

Those eyes dimmed again in an instant.

Jingzhi quickly tried to smooth things over: "I'll go to the mountains and find you some game, okay? How about roast chicken?"

This time, those pairs of eyes were brighter than before, almost glowing green.

Well, based on what they just said, how long have Qiu Sheng and Wencai kept people hungry?