At the peak of Carefree Mountain, a sea of vibrant flowers swayed in the twilight.
Yet beneath this resplendence, lay a scene of spine-chilling horror.
Every alluring flower rooted itself in a fresh human head.
The crimson petals reflected against the pale skulls, exuding an eerie beauty.
The Fox Girl, draped in sheer silk, walked barefoot across this deadly flower garden.
The fox girls behind her lowered their heads, not daring to gaze at the Fox Girl's back.
Bending down, the Fox Girl lightly sniffed a blood-red flower; her long eyelashes cast shadows under the moonlight: "These flower pots have a good hue."
The fox girls behind her trembled, not daring to look up.
Only the Fox Girl's lazy voice continued: "Remember to have someone trim the branches and leaves... Have the cultivators' bodies been fully utilized?"
"To answer your question, ma'am," the fox girl's voice trembled, "We first harvested their essence, then shared their flesh and blood, not a bit went to waste."
