Chapter 68: Foxys Memories of Home
A beautiful black-haired girl with clear eyes walked down the bustling street, wearing ill-fitting men’s clothes. She gazed around curiously, clutching a gothic doll that exuded an eerie aura, its eyes seeming never to close. Such a duo was bound to attract attention in a crowded place. To be honest, Yu Sheng felt he might have underestimated the “difficulty” of taking both Foxy and Irene out at the same time.
He had lost count of the curious glances thrown their way. Half of them were undoubtedly drawn to Foxy, who was peering around like a child seeing the world for the first time. The other half were aimed at him.
But Yu Sheng had to stick with the fox girl beside him, because she genuinely understood nothing about this world.
She didn’t even know what money looked like here. In fact, the mere fact that she knew you needed money to buy things was impressive enough—thanks to her having lived in a civilized society many, many years ago.
On the other hand, the social norms in Foxy’s memories were so different from those of the city that unexpected troubles kept popping up.
For instance, when they passed a parking lot, she was particularly curious about why so many “immortal carriages” were parked there yet remained so quiet, and why those vehicles were so patient. Honestly, when she first brought it up, Yu Sheng didn’t even grasp what she meant.
“In my hometown,” Foxy explained softly, “carriages and boats all have spirits. The spirits of transportation love to run and jump; they don’t like staying still outside the mountain gates. So when immortals and demons go out and need to stay somewhere, they hand their vehicles over to caretakers. The caretakers are responsible for taking the vehicles around nearby. There’s also a large place with its own little dimension where you can put the vehicles inside and let them roam freely. That’s called a ‘self-service parking lot’…”
As she spoke, she pointed to a car by the roadside where a novice driver struggled to park. “That one is so clumsy. Back home, even children’s hobbyhorses would mock it.”
Yu Sheng quickly pressed down her hand. “Things are different here than in your hometown. Don’t point.”