Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Beastmaster, a very lowly profession since ancient times.

They establish a connection by making close contact with the target organism and releasing special "qi" to communicate with and control the animal.

The profession of beast master is rare, almost always passed down within families, with very few cases of it being taught to outsiders.

To outsiders, they are nothing more than a group of street performers, using their life's work to earn a living by playing the role of clowns for high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Chen Ruoan looked at the ecstatic monkey trainer and felt too embarrassed to pour cold water on him. The difficulty of a beast trainer controlling animals is directly proportional to their intelligence. Not to mention humans, even some slightly intelligent primates cannot be manipulated.

Instead of seeking answers on a macroscopic level in an attempt to manipulate humanity, it would be better to turn to the microscopic world.

Although the art of beast mastery is considered lowly and unpopular, interestingly, while most supernatural arts gradually decline with the development of technology, beast masters can actually take civilization to the next level.

Take, for example, Lao Meng, who later became a "temporary worker" in the Northwest region. The limit of his communication reached prokaryotes—bacteria.

As long as the target's body comes into contact with the special Qi emitted by Lao Meng, he can control the increase, decrease, and mutation of bacteria in the target's body, which is a groundbreaking breakthrough.

Of course, given the level of understanding of ordinary people in the Republic of China era, it would be too much to ask a "beastmaster" to develop into a "biologist".

"That's strange. I've only been a monkey trainer for a few days. It doesn't make sense. If this monkey weren't a giant chameleon, I wouldn't be able to control it. There's no way it could communicate with people using qi." The monkey trainer pondered, resting his chin on his hand.

Chen Ruoan asked in confusion, "Big Tide? Is that some kind of special quality?"

The monkey trainer scratched his head: "It's a local dialect, hehe, it just means 'big idiot'."

"May I ask your name?"

"Just call me Qin Fu." Even though he didn't know the other person's identity, the monkey trainer still gave him his name.

If Zhang Zhiwei is indifferent to human intrigue and scheming because of his strength, then Qin Fu in front of him is simply the honest and simple person typical of people from Shandong.

"Brother Qin, are you traveling around to various places to attend markets, or do you intend to settle down in the Taishan area?"

"In our line of work, it's easy to starve if you stay in one place. After all, no matter how big the market is, you only see people from the same area. You get tired of seeing the same things all the time, so it's better to go around to different markets to keep things fresh."

Qin Fu raised his arm across his chest, and the little monkey naturally sat on it.

"But I still have to wait for another show. I heard that a big circus troupe is coming in a few days, run by foreigners. I really want to see it."

Chen Ruoan didn't show up, but the monkey trainer didn't care, and the two began to have this strange conversation.

Qin Fu traveled all over the country, making a living by performing. He had long since become extremely eloquent, often mixing in idioms with his witty remarks, and his speech was very clear and crisp.

When Chen Ruoan asked about the circus troupe, he immediately became very interested and started talking non-stop.

"That's something new and exciting!"

"Our land has mythical beasts from mountains and seas, while those over there have fantastical monsters. I heard this tour features centaurs, mermaids, human-snake hybrids, and even dwarf monsters and deformed demons! Those military officers and high-ranking officials love this kind of thing; they enjoy watching it and are willing to spend a fortune to buy tickets!"

"We monkey trainers can't compare; it's making me so envious!"

Chen Ruoan thought to herself that these were just gimmicks to attract attention.

Such bizarre performances existed in old Europe, and the performers were mostly deformed people suffering from strange diseases.

Now, shrewd businessmen are taking things that Western nobles have grown tired of and bringing them back to the East to deceive people, satisfying some people's curiosity and desire for novelty.

"My home is near Mount Tai. If we are destined to meet again, we can watch the performance together." After hearing the story, the fox turned to leave.

As the distance increased, Qin Fu's methods completely failed, and he could no longer sense the fox's presence.

"Hey bro, you still haven't told me your name and identity!"

Chen Ruoan said calmly, "Just treat me like a wandering ghost in the mountains."

Qin Fu was stunned upon hearing this, and remained speechless for a long time.

He was most afraid of ghosts in his life.

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Three days later, golden rays bathed the foot of Mount Tai, and the warm autumn sun made people feel lazy.

The circus troupe's camp was set up in an open space at the foot of the mountain. As soon as the brightly colored "GG" sign for the preview was put up, it attracted passersby to gather around and watch.

The iron cages containing the so-called "rare and exotic animals" were covered with thick curtains, making them completely airtight. The organizers were afraid that revealing the animals would affect ticket sales, so they blocked people from entering, only allowing them to peek from a distance on tiptoe.

Chen Ruoan stood outside the crowd, holding an oil-paper umbrella, somewhat conflicted about whether to move forward.

He's a fox who prefers peace and quiet, but sometimes he also enjoys gossiping and joining in the fun.

But you don't have to rush forward for everything. For example, during this tour, a fox without an aversion to ugliness simply couldn't find emotional satisfaction in the bizarre and grotesque exhibits.

So the fox stood beside the mermaid's tank.

The water tank wasn't very big, the water was murky, with a few strands of withered yellow fake seaweed floating inside, and a thin layer of fine sand at the bottom.

When the wind blows, a faint, fishy smell wafts from behind the curtain, mixed with the odor of cheap grease, making the fox's ears tremble slightly.

The so-called "mermaid" was floating on the surface of the water, breathing. Her long hair was sticky and clung to her neck and shoulders, and her skin was pale from not seeing the sun for a long time.

The "fish tail" had a dull silver-blue hue, with mottled scales that had fallen off, as if fish skin had been sewn onto a person's leg, with reddish flesh faintly visible at the seams.

To Chen Ruoan's surprise, the person on the fishtail was not a blonde, blue-eyed exotic beauty, but a Chinese girl with eyes full of fear.

The fox retied the curtain and went to see centaurs, snake-man, and other strange and exotic creatures.

Their conditions were almost identical, except that the wounds at the point of human-animal union were far more exquisite and perfect than those of the mermaids, so perfect that they seemed not like ordinary deception, but rather like inhuman voodoo magic.

"Probably not, but let's hope I don't actually run into one."

Chen Ruoan walked into the center of the camp with an umbrella. Inside the makeshift tent, smoke filled the air, and a foreigner was giving orders to his subordinates in broken English.

"Hmph." The fox snorted disdainfully.

As an English prodigy who took the CET-4 exam six times before finally passing, he couldn't understand what foreigners were saying at all.

The concept of "common language" is still not clear enough. Why can't "eagle language" be considered bird language?

"Mr. Lawrence said that after this tour, he will take you back to Europe, where you can make a lot of money. The people in this area are too poor."

The foreigner's subordinates were two Chinese, and the fake foreigner next to him happened to translate what they were saying.

"Mr. Lawrence also said that the people of this land are really interesting. They are always more vicious and ruthless than outsiders when it comes to harming their own people. Your animal creation technique is very rare because the creation of synthetic beasts using humans as materials in Western alchemy has been completely listed as a forbidden technique."

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Chen Ruoan stood outside the door eavesdropping, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Damn!

What about "creating animals" and "synthetic beasts" from alchemy systems? Shouldn't the next line be "big brother"?

Dead memories are attacking the fox.