Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 112 The Fox Thief, The Enemy's Wrath

In Laoling Mountain, a fox and a human figure ran one after the other through the snow-covered valley. Urashima covered his wound, and blood seeped through his fingers.

In a moment of desperation, the fisherman made the choice to "sacrifice the car to save the master," using two fingers together to cut the intestines entangled in the fishhook.

Snapped!

It worked!

Urashima was panting heavily, staring at the broken intestines with lingering fear. But within seconds, an unbearable pain shot through his entire abdominal cavity. The fishing rod had been transformed into something else in the fox's hands in less than ten minutes. The fishhook was still inside his stomach, this time attached to his spleen.

Next came the kidneys. "Ahhh!" Urashima panicked and ran again. With blood loss and excruciating pain, his vision blurred, and images flashed before his eyes. He remembered the fishing spots in Kagoshima, casting his line, pulling the fish out of the shimmering water, and pulling out a series of organs: spleen, kidneys, stomach, liver... plus a heart pounding wildly.

Liu Kunsheng looked at the corpse lying at the bottom of the valley and said to Liu Huajiao, "The fox was played to death."

"So Liao Huzi's request has been fulfilled."

"So, I asked for some offerings, but didn't do any work, and just served as a mount for the fox for a while." Liu Kunsheng felt a little guilty about the offerings.

"You might have to take it back later."

Liu Kunsheng thought to himself, "I can't accept a reward without doing anything in return, so I might as well give him another ride. It'll be a small way of earning my 'coach' fee."

Swish!

Two long, dark, black and white shadows pierced the sky.

With the two extraordinary individuals from Laoling Mountain killed and the Tengu Clan wiped out, Chen Ruoan had more opportunities to focus his attention on the struggles in the secular world.

Unfortunately, the current situation can no longer be described as merely pessimistic.

The resistance forces were mostly composed of farmers, miners, and stragglers who had not received formal training, resulting in loose command and poor tactics.

Their only weapons were homemade guns, broadswords, and dilapidated rifles, and ammunition was extremely scarce. If they encountered Japanese divisions or independent garrison units, they would face machine guns and grenade launchers, or even the overwhelming firepower of aircraft.

The battle at the front is going badly, and the rear is isolated and without support.

Since the implementation of the indoctrination education, the Japanese began to isolate the people and cut off the connection between the military and the people. The severe cold of Changbai Mountain led to a lack of food and clothing and frequent frostbite. All these unfavorable conditions piled up, and every battle of the National Salvation Army had to be fought with heavy casualties to achieve only a small victory.

Sometimes even the fox doesn't know whether to define a "pyrrhic victory" in a region as a "victory," because the anti-Japanese forces in the Northeast didn't win the battle, but rather "pile up" the enemy with their lives.

In early June, the chill in the mountains subsided slightly. Chen Ruoan stayed in the secluded hideout prepared by the Gao family, examining the route map spread out on the table.

In the Changbai Mountain area, the Japanese invaders set up six temporary warehouses at railway and highway nodes to support squad-level encirclement and patrol operations. The warehouses mainly contained light weapons and ammunition, as well as a small amount of medicine and food.

"We've entered the fox's area of ​​expertise."

"This is much more exciting than climbing trees to steal bird eggs."

Using the agility and stealth of his escape techniques, Chen Ruoan began moving between different strongholds along the railway line, smuggling guns and food.

Another month later, in Jilin, at the headquarters of a Japanese division.

The staff officer in charge of the Changbai Mountain war zone was furious and slammed his fist on the route map on the table.

"What exactly happened along the Laolingshan Tunnel? What kind of cowards are the people responsible for replacing the Takeda and Urashima families? If they can't produce any decent results, let these bastards learn to commit seppuku, so they won't tarnish the honor of my empire!"

The liaison officer bowed and apologized: "Red Bean Mud Smith Masay! Through our tireless efforts, we have gained a preliminary understanding of the culprit who stole the inventory. It was not a human who did it, but a black dog."

"A black dog?"

"That's right, the troops along the route call it the 'Singing Black Dog,' and we've deciphered the song it sings thanks to the soldiers' repeated imitation and the translator's efforts."

The chief of staff asked, "What song?"

"The gist of it is..." the liaison officer tried to translate into Japanese, performing with a touch of singing: "No guns, no cannons, the enemy made them for us~ We grew up here, every inch of this land belongs to us, and whoever tries to seize it, we will fight them to the bitter end!"

"Baka! Stop singing!"

Snapped!

The chief of staff slapped the liaison officer and tried to contact the superior command in Shenyang. With Takeda, the expert in dealing with animals, dead for the country, who knows how many other extraordinary individuals are left to be dispatched?

The liaison officer covered his red and sore cheek as he watched the chief of staff solemnly report the situation and hear Shenyang's reply. Only then did the chief of staff's worried expression ease, and he became sinister, ruthless, arrogant, and unrestrained.

"Don't worry, reinforcements will arrive in a few days."

"yes!"

The liaison officer accepted the order and left. The chief of staff flipped through the documents on the table, a smirk playing on his lips: "What singing black dog? A beast. Next, you will be facing the Tsuchimikado family, the masters of Yin and Yang, who have inherited the skills of the legendary Onmyoji Abe no Seimei."

"Good luck, Black Dog."

Achoo!

Chen Ruoan sneezed and checked the series of messages coming from the industry. When he heard the nickname "Singing Black Dog", he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The brain region that the Japanese devils named must have been kicked and damaged by a donkey.

The fox originally wanted to leave behind a fearsome reputation that would strike fear into the hearts of the enemy and leave a strong psychological shadow on the Japanese devils, but instead you gave me a "singing black dog"?

Are you kidding me?

"Looks like I'll have to find a way to leave behind a self-inflicted title during the next sneak attack."

As Chen Ruoan pondered, an extremely strong prayer caught his attention; the incense and faith originated from Qinghe in the southwest.

Miao village.

"Will you come back?" the woman asked, her arms crossed over her chest in a devout prayer.

"The damage to the Immortal Abode on Mount Tai is far beyond my imagination. There are also matters for the fox to deal with at the Bixia Temple on the mountaintop. All things considered, it will take a long time." Chen Ruoan continued to elaborate on the lies he had previously fabricated.

"I can help."

"It's too far."

"Hmm!"

Wei Shufen's cheeks puffed out, and she glared angrily at the hazy fox head in the blue smoke. She frowned and asked crisply, "Can't you just appear before me in human form?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the swirling incense suddenly condensed, the smoke billowed and gathered, and Chen Ruoan transformed into a young man standing in the mist.

He still had the same handsome appearance as when we first met, his eyebrows and eyes remained the same, but those captivating eyes were now covered in snow, hiding indescribable emotions such as sorrow, weariness, melancholy, or something else.

Wei Shufen pursed her lips and asked softly, "What about our previous agreement?"

Chen Ruoan remained silent for a long time.

It's ironic, really. I thought I'd have a real chance to get to know a girl who changed for me, but now that I'm on this fallen land, all I can feel in my heart is this land and the lovely people who are fighting for it.

Before the girl turned eighteen, the fox could deceive himself into thinking he was watching her grow up.

But after turning eighteen, there seems to be no reason to continue delaying a vibrant and bright young woman.

But if she were to travel all the way to the Northeast, Chen Ruoan's answer was the same as his answer to Zuo Ruotong: if it were for the sake of the fox, there would be no need for it.

"You're an adult now, you should have your own thoughts. It's not easy to be a human being, don't waste your life on foxes."

"well?"

Wei Shufen froze on the spot, her mind blank, staring blankly at the boy in the smoke and shadows. Their eyes met, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.

As the incense burned out and the smoke gradually dissipated, the boy's figure also faded away.

She sat there stiffly, from the high afternoon sun until the blood-red sunset, her heart feeling as if something was blocking it tightly.

After a long while, she sniffed sharply and puffed out her cheeks again.

This time, it wasn't out of spite; it was just that his stubbornness, which was hidden deep in his bones, had resurfaced.

She took out the live Gu and ordinary Gu worms that she had carefully crafted over the years, as well as all the protective magic items that Chen Ruoan had given her, and stuffed them all into her "Mom Bag". Then she picked up the yellow cloth, carefully wrapped it around the incense tablet, and hugged it tightly to her arms.

Before night had completely fallen, Wei Shufen, carrying a "mother's bag" and holding a memorial tablet, ran wildly out of Qinghe Miao Village under the cold moonlight without looking back.

Outside the village, a stream flowed quietly, and a person stood guard by the stream stones, clearly aware of Wei Shufen.

"Where are you going so late?"

"Grandma... I'm going for a walk after I've eaten!"

"Among the younger generation, you are the most talented. It's only in the last few years that you've taken over the mantle of the Grand Gu Master. You're giving up the title of Gu Master leader and the peaceful and stable Qinghe Miao Village. You want to leave?"

In front of their master, with whom they spend every day, a disciple simply cannot hide their feelings.

Knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, Wei Shufen simply confronted the old lady!

"Grandma, we Miao women have always been bold in love and hate. You clearly said that the name of the Qinghe Love Gu is 'Sincerity.' My sincerity, my heart, my passion, my obsession—once I've given them all, no protective magic in the world can stop me!"

"Grandma, I want to go to Lu!"

"Sigh~" the old woman sighed and beckoned, "Come with me."

Wei Shufen, carrying a bag, followed behind her master to a small bamboo house, where she received the sacred object of Qinghe from her.

"?"

"Take it with you."

"This is a sacred object from Qinghe!" Wei Shufen exclaimed in surprise.

"I took over the position of Grand Gu Master, and the Qinghe Gu Gu was also passed down to me. Since it was passed down, it is mine now."

Wei Shufen hurriedly waved her hand, denying it, saying, "Tokens and the inheritance of skills are not the same thing. If Grandma even made decisions about sacred objects in private, could it be that Qinghe is truly a one-man show by the Great Gu Master?"

"Nonsense, it's not like I'm giving it to you for free. You have to give it back."

Wei Shufen took the Qinghe Gu pot from her hands: "So this doesn't count as passing it on to me?"

"Remember, you need to return it yourself."

"Mmm!" Wei Shufen nodded emphatically, and without caring about her floral cloth shoes, she splashed away in the stream.