Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

"Master forbids the use of supernatural methods. I didn't prepare any escape talismans before going down the mountain. If I were to use the Metal Escape technique from the Five Elements Escape Arts, would this stinky fox, who won't even let me hug her, be willing to entrust her whole body and soul to me?"

Zhang Zhiwei carefully blew on the noodles to cool them down and took a few sips.

Cao Wenqing dismounted, displaying an arrogant and domineering attitude, and swaggered across the threshold of the noodle shop.

"Hey, business is good! We have a customer."

"I don't know why, but even animals are allowed on the table. Your noodle shop is a disgrace to its reputation as a time-honored establishment. You don't even know the most basic table manners. It's time to close down."

"You bastard surnamed Cao, I'll kill you!" the shopkeeper roared, grabbing Cao Wenqing's throat with both hands.

Cao Wenqing was bloated, with a fat head and big ears, his chin connected to his chest, and he had almost no neck. But he still cooperated by posing as a ghost sticking out its tongue when being choked, which was extremely mocking and sarcastic.

Having had his fill of playing around, he slapped the noodle shop owner across the face, yelling, "Get out of here, you worthless wretch! You really think I came here today to see you?"

"You're not worthy of making me mobilize such a large force!"

"You two." Cao Wenqing slightly opened his small eyes and stared at Chen Ruoan and Zhang Zhiwei. "A fox and a Taoist priest, that makes sense. Thank you both for coming to my territory."

"Thanks to you two for walking right into our trap!"

The soldiers outside the door raised their guns and aimed them at the main hall. The dark muzzles of the guns made Chen Ruoan feel uneasy.

That's a special feeling that only those born in a peaceful era can have: if you get shot, you'll bleed to death; that's how it's portrayed on TV and movies.

In his previous life, even when publications and certain media outlets were praising the Americans extensively, Chen Ruoan never felt any longing for them.

Even a country that doesn't enforce gun control is enough to make people live in constant fear, let alone the fact that before his rebirth, he learned about a novel thing called the "kill line".

"Gun, gun!"

Leading the pack were imported Japanese Type 38 rifles, while the group surrounding them used inferior Type 88 rifles.

The fox observed for a while, then asked, "Are the fox and the Taoist priest bothering you?"

"Not only did it hinder him, it also ruined my father's important plans!"

Snapped!

Cao Wenqing slammed his fist on the table in anger, smashing bowls and chopsticks, and demanded, "In this place, Andong, they dare not pay much attention to the disappearances of some children, even powerful and wealthy families. They haven't given any face to those who should be given. Do you know why?"

"That's because my dad is forcing it; those babies are useful to us!"

"Are you the behind-the-scenes supporters of the Medicine Immortal Society?" Chen Ruoan seemed to have sorted out the information recorded in the archives of extraordinary people from later generations.

During the Xinhai Revolution, the Medicine Immortal Society became a henchman of the old forces, and later, in order to continue its existence, it gained the support of warlords.

The reason why it was completely eradicated during Chiang Kai-shek's rule can largely be attributed to the Northern Expedition launched in 1926.

It was commonplace for warlords to support superhuman forces. A shrewd superhuman assassin would find it incredibly convenient to assassinate high-ranking members of an enemy force, especially when it came to something as difficult to detect as poison.

Chen Ruoan's question confirmed Cao Wenqing's suspicions. He drew his pistol from his waist, pointed it at the shop, and coldly ordered, "Make your move!"

Before the gunshot had even faded, Chen Ruoan leaped into the air and exhaled a cloud of blue mist.

The mist, carrying a biting, eerie wind, mixed with the coal smoke and flour dust from the noodle shop, specifically targeted the soldiers' eyes.

"Damn it! What the hell is that?!"

"Young Master, you can't open your eyes!"

The soldiers, rubbing their eyes as they held their guns, crowded around the entrance of the noodle shop in a chaotic mess. Many of them knocked over the benches at the entrance, and the sounds of breaking bowls and plates, curses, and the steaming noodle soup spread everywhere.

The innkeeper, assessing the situation, lifted the curtain leading to the kitchen and fled for his life.

"Let's go!" With no more worries, Zhang Zhiwei shouted, and lightning arcs began to rise in his palm. He used a "Thunderbolt" to smash out the door.

Chen Ruoan rode the wind and mist, nimbly leaping over the heads of the group.

"Fire! Open fire!"

Cao Wenqing rubbed his bloodshot eyes and roared. The soldiers fumbled for their guns and fired wildly in the direction of the breakout outside the door.

The sound of gunfire shook the walls of the noodle shop; bullets pierced the window paper and embedded themselves in the wooden beams, leaving behind a dense array of bullet holes.

Zhang Zhiwei ducked and dodged to the side, his peripheral vision quickly scanning the wall.

The bullet holes left behind vary in depth, and the trajectory is straight and slightly upward, which is a common problem with old-style blind firing.

"At this level, perhaps using the Golden Light Mantra for protection would be..."

"But the density of over thirty people firing simultaneously is too high; how long can they sustain that?"

Zhang Zhiwei turned into a deep, narrow alley. The soldiers gradually recovered and followed the footsteps. Gunshots echoed through the alley.

The narrow alley was lined with earthen walls made of bricks and stones, which were soon riddled with bullet holes.

Chen Ruoan would occasionally turn around and blow a gust of wind, causing the pursuers to stagger and always keeping a distance of two zhang from the gun team behind them.

Local armed forces that haven't undergone unified training are still too cumbersome.

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and shouted, "Foxes are born with the ability to escape, how come you're running so slowly?"

Hmph, Taoist priest, it's because I'm afraid they'll lose track of them!

Chen Ruoan thought this to herself, but did not answer.

He fled all the way to the city gate, where two soldiers guarding the gate came running at the sound of his voice, but Zhang Zhiwei slapped them to the ground and sent them rolling far away.

The fox, bathed in the lingering morning glow, rushed out of the city gate and disappeared into a dense forest.

Although the pursuers followed, their aim was further hampered by the trees, and most of their bullets became embedded in the tree trunks.

Chen Ruoan jumped onto a horizontal branch, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of clear mist, drawing out the spiritual energy around his body.

Before long, clouds gathered above the mountains and forests, and fine rain suddenly began to fall, growing heavier and heavier, pattering on the light green leaves, and soon turning into a downpour.

The rain soaked the soldiers' gray uniforms and drenched their old guns.

The bolts of the Hanyang-made rifles were prone to jamming. After being soaked in rainwater imbued with fox spirit energy, the iron lump became instantly stiff and difficult to pull. Sometimes, after pulling the trigger for a long time, all that could be heard was a hollow "click," and not a single shot could be fired.

"What the hell?"

Cao Wenqing looked up at the rain clouds, wondering what kind of terrible weather this was. It was as if a dark cloud was pouring water over his head like a kettle, but just a few steps away, it was sunny again.

It was as if the rain was relentlessly drenching him and his men.

"Young Master, this rain is strange, the gun's used up!"

Even old-fashioned guns can still be used if they are briefly exposed to rain and then wiped with a dry cloth. But if they get wet in the rain, the guns and ammunition will be completely ruined.

"It's alright, I still have some hidden treasures." Cao Wenqing used his clothes to shield himself from the raindrops and pulled out a Mauser C96 pistol.

Chen Ruoan stood on the branch, feeling tired again. How much moonlight must this rain have absorbed to fill the empty sea of ​​qi?

He glanced at Zhang Zhiwei under the tree and asked, "Taoist, most of the guns on the other side are unusable. Perhaps three or five are still alive and can barely pull the trigger. Can you still win?"

Zhang Zhiwei brushed the raindrops from his forehead, rolled up his sleeves, and laughed, "It's wrapped, you fox."