Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 111 A Fox with Such Childlike Charm

"So fragile, so fragile, it's really not fun!"

Liu Kunsheng wiped the blood off his fist, stood next to the head, and kicked it away like a football.

Snapped!

"What are you doing? Don't kick me!" The head flew towards Chen Ruoan, and the fox raised its leg again, kicking eastward.

"I'm not good at Cuju either."

Liu Huajiao, who appeared out of nowhere, took the "ball" and kicked it crookedly. His dirty head rolled and fell down the hillside.

The three animals—chicken, dog, and monkey—chickened up their master's head and ran down the mountain.

In just a few steps, the "qi" that sustained their existence completely dissipated, and they scattered into golden powder.

Chen Ruoan stepped out with his right leg, and several new grass sprouts emerged from the ground, gently wiping away the bloodstains.

"Uh..." Liu Kunsheng crossed his arms and shook his head regretfully, "On such a lousy day, everyone has to conserve their energy, otherwise I really wanted to spar with you!"

Chen Ruoan's display of various techniques triggered Liu Kunsheng's somewhat obsessive "martial arts fanaticism" to erupt.

"We'll talk about it when we have the chance," the fox replied.

"How did you end up here?" Chen Ruoan asked. It couldn't be that a snake fell from the sky just to steal someone's head, and then the three spirits played a football game for less than half a minute.

Liu Huajiao replied, "An army of patriots encountered an accident in the outer mountains of Laoling Mountain. We were asked by Liao Huzi to go and take a look. We will deal with what we can."

Chen Ruoan vaguely remembered this man with the beard; he was a key figure in the Northeast Shamanism and the master of Guan Shihua, one of the future Ten Elders, nicknamed "Tiger Girl".

"Can you tell me what happened?"

According to Liu Huajiao, a small team had gathered in the mountains with several rifles, but they were attacked by someone. More than ten people had one of their internal organs removed, and they died tragically.

Only the soldiers whose spleens had been removed survived.

"Take me there," Chen Ruoan said after hearing the request.

"Alright."

An Fox comforted the chubby little red fox, then rode on Liu Kunsheng and flew all the way towards Laoling Mountain.

The large black snake turned its head to look behind it: "Don't you know you can fly? Why are you riding me?"

"I need to contact the Gao family members, so I can't be distracted for the time being."

"Could you move forward a little?"

Why?

"You're pressing on my vital spot; snakes are quite sensitive to that area," Liu Kunsheng explained.

These seven inches are the location of the snake's heart and its vital nerve center.

"Feel sorry."

Chen Ruoan offered a brief apology, then invoked divine will, establishing a connection with Gao Chengqing through the contractual methods of a shamanic practitioner.

"Uncle An!"

Gao Chengqing waved his hand generously, seemingly to show off the Tengu masks hanging at his waist. The masks were all obtained after killing enemy soldiers, and there were eleven of them, stacked messily at his waist.

"Have you had your fun?"

"Not enough, far from enough! Fortunately, all the enemy supernatural forces on the other side of the river have been eliminated. Next, it's a battle in the secular world. We plan to go to Liaodong afterwards to support the Tiangang Sect."

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"it is good."

Chen Ruoan withdrew his divine will, sat high on the black scale, and continued onward until a valley in the mountains came into view.

The place was gloomy and overcast, with withered trees twisted and crooked, and jagged rocks piled up. There was not a drop of water in sight, only cold mist enveloping the desolate vegetation, creating a bleak and desolate scene.

A man sits atop a giant rock on the edge of a cliff, holding a fishing rod in one hand, fishing aimlessly into the empty valley.

His other hand clutched a cold, stiff stomach, his fingertips slowly turning over its folds. Inside, it was filled with withered grass roots, rough tree bark, mixed with blackened mud and gravel, without a single grain of rice or any edible food.

"They can survive by eating these things? The local 'fish' really have incredible vitality."

Urashima's mutterings drifted on the wind to the fox's ears.

Chen Ruoan stared blankly at the bottom of the valley.

That stomach was not the organ of any ordinary wild animal.

If you ask the fox to imagine, what kind of spirit must the soldiers of the National Salvation Army have to endure, gnawing on tree bark in sub-zero temperatures and charging forward with empty bellies?

However, this situation was the norm for most anti-Japanese fighters in the mountains.

Liu Kunsheng rolled up his sleeves and laughed arrogantly, "There's one more, then I won't be polite."

"I'll do this." Chen Ruoan raised his arm and stopped the eager black snake.

"Ah, what a rare moment of fun, why am I...?"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Huajiao lightly unfolded his white fan and placed it in front of Liu Kunsheng's chest.

"You brute, let's give it to Brother Fox."

Liu Kunsheng turned his head and noticed that the aura was strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. He heard the fox say "thank you" and watched it slowly step into the valley.

On a freezing cold day, Liu Huajiao gently fanned himself, his squinting eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

To make two snakes experience the pain and misery of a different race is, frankly, very difficult.

Even if I am touched, it won't be too unforgettable.

But hidden within the fox's grief and indignation lies something deeper.

"Could it be that he was truly angry and had genuine feelings for her?"

Liu Huajiao muttered to himself, and the black snake beside him, growing dissatisfied, cursed, "What is this pretentious, rotten thing saying now?"

"You fool, you and I have always underestimated this fox. This fox has gone far beyond what we have done on the path of humanity."

"Hey!" Liu Kunsheng chuckled, "Then I'm getting more and more excited to fight him."

Urashima noticed the unusual movement nearby and looked into the distance.

Every time Chen Ruoan appears, the most eye-catching thing is always her pair of highly recognizable fox ears.

"It's Takeda-kun's favorite thing. This guy is really unlucky."

"Hey, don't come any closer!" he shouted, but the fox didn't stop.

"Poor fellow, he doesn't understand."

Urashima raised his hand and cast the line. The seemingly hookless and lineless fishing rod suddenly sprang out a fishhook that gleamed with a cold light, connected to a fishing line as thin as a hair and almost invisible, silently hooking towards Chen Ruoan's chest.

An Fox slowly raised his hand, put two fingers together, and casually pinched the extremely sharp hook. Then, with a twist of his fingers, he wrapped the fishing line around it several times.

Ok?

Urashima's expression changed, and he hurriedly exerted his strength, trying to pull back the hook and line, but the rod in his hand did not budge.

He panicked and suddenly stood up, gripping the fishing rod tightly with both hands, straining with all his might until his face turned red and his veins bulged, but the fishing rod still wouldn't budge an inch.

With the fishing line taut between his two fingers, Chen Ruoan approached Pudao step by step, finally standing in front of the angler.

"Generally speaking, I don't like to kill, let alone torture people, but you guys are good enough to make me think about it." Chen Ruoan patted Urashima on the shoulder.

The angler couldn't pull back the fishing rod, and even if he wanted to escape, he had lost his chance.

His once-proud methods have become utterly useless; he has no idea how to handle the situation before him.

"Do you know? Survival is the wildness etched into the deepest part of your blood. When you're really facing life and death, that fierce will to save yourself from the depths of your soul will go crazy and take over everything, forcing you to struggle, scream, and fight desperately. Your rationality will be crushed to the ground, and you will act according to your instinct to survive."

Faced with these chilling words, Urashima stammered, "What the hell are you talking about?"

It's clearly Japanese, but when combined, the meaning is unclear.

"Come, the fox is kind-hearted, the fox will teach you."

With a flash of cold light from Chen Ruoan's fingertips, he slashed a hideous wound into Urashima's abdomen.

Before Urashima could scream in agony, a cold, sharp fishhook plunged deep into his wound, hooking his heart.

Chen Ruoan transformed back into a black fox, grabbed the other end of the fishing line, pushed off the ground with all four limbs, and leaped lightly backward.

The fishing line, as thin as a hair, was pulled taut, and in an instant, the hook began to slowly burrow out, pulling the intestines along with it.

Urashima's pupils contracted sharply. To keep the fishing line slack, he loosened his grip on the fishing rod, but the rod fell into the fox's mouth. As the distance increased, the line taut again.

"No, no!"

Urashima seemed to understand what the fox was saying.

"Please, someone save me! Tengu! Where are the Tengu?!"

In an attempt to survive, Urashima tried to cover his wound and pull on the fishing line, but to no avail. In the end, he could only run wildly after the fox in order to loosen the fishing line and prevent it from pulling out the thing inside his body.

The fox maintained a subtle pace, neither too fast nor too slow, just enough to keep the fishing line at a critical taut.

For Urashima, the abdominal pain was insignificant; what was unbearable was the psychological torment.

"Only by running, and keeping running, can you survive..."

Urashima had only this one thought in his mind, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the piece of intestine that was hooked was unruly sliding out of the wound.

"Who the hell made this damn fishing line?! Why is it so strong?! Ahhhhhh—!"

"I made it... Waaaaaah!"

A venomous curse exploded through the valley.

The fox occasionally glanced back, watching the fisherman who was clutching his stomach and running away in a frenzy.

Hmm, perhaps the fox has the potential to become a fellow sufferer of Xiao Zizai when facing the Japanese pirates.

Xiao Zizai, you were born in the wrong era. If you were placed on the battlefield today, even if you were completely defeated by your inner demons and reduced to a Asura God of Slaughter, you would still be a God of Slaughter who can enjoy incense offerings.

Two figures, one in white and one in black, looked down from above.

Liu Kunsheng asked, "What is that fox doing?"

"I don't know, maybe they're flying kites?" Liu Huajiao waved his white fan and nodded gently.

After playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football), it's time to fly kites. What a playful fox!