Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Harvesting and mutilating animals, and using methods to poison them, were common money-making tricks employed by some groups during the Republic of China era and for some time afterward. These methods were heinous, immoral, and inhumane.

"After this job, we're going back to Europe? They've even set a death flag for themselves."

"In the bustling city, there are many people and many eyes, and I am afraid that innocent people will be harmed. By the grace of the Goddess of Mount Tai, and because the fox is kind-hearted, I will grant these few an extra half day of work."

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That night, the weather was perfect; it was dark and windy.

The sky above the summit of Mount Tai was as dark as ink, with only a few wisps of stars obscured by clouds.

Chen Ruoan concealed himself with an oil-paper umbrella and silently sneaked into the circus camp. His sensitive fox ears twitched, and he heard a few scattered "squeaks".

Several rats scurried across the iron cage, circling the curtain, their claws scratching the fabric with a soft sound.

"Even rats are interested in rare and exotic creatures. Could it be that Brother Qin has also come?"

Chen Ruoan smelled a familiar scent and his gaze locked onto a figure hiding in the distance.

"What are you doing here?"

An Fox quickly stepped forward and patted Qin Fu on the shoulder.

The monkey trainer suddenly turned around, saw that the surroundings were empty, and his face turned as white as paper.

Fortunately, Chen Ruoan's voice was somewhat familiar. He immediately composed himself, repeatedly muttering, "I told you, I'm afraid of ghosts! You still scared me! If I hadn't recognized your voice, I would have been scared out of my wits and gone to see the King of Hell long ago!"

"What are you doing here?" Chen Ruoan asked, ignoring Qin Fu's anger.

"Stealing!" Qin Fu said righteously, "Those damn Japanese devils, they stole so much from us back then, I'm stealing some to make up for it! Once I get rid of these strange beasts, I'll show the people what's what!"

The fox chuckled: "This is the first time I've seen someone talk about stealing with such magnanimity and righteousness."

"Hehe, so what are you doing here?"

"Don't worry about me, you keep stealing and hold off the people outside. I'll go in and kill a few troublemakers."

"Huh, kill?" Qin Fu was taken aback, then pulled out his right hand and gave a thumbs-up. "Wow, brother, you're way more spirited than me! You're the one!"

"See you later."

Chen Ruoan slowly walked away.

The tent was filled with the smell of smoke. Lawrence leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigar, and wisps of smoke curled up to the top of the tent.

Opposite them were two strange people performing the evil art of creating animals. Beside them stood a translator, dressed in a respectable manner, bowing and scraping as he relayed messages for the foreigners.

Chen Ruoan stood silently beside the group, and couldn't help but sigh: After half a year of cultivation, he possessed several techniques, but he was not proficient in any of them in terms of killing.

"Sigh, at times like this, I especially miss my strongest summoned beast."

These four people are nothing more than a matter of a few golden blades; there's no need for the fox to take action himself.

I wonder where Zhang Zhiwei has traveled to?

Nearly three months have passed since they parted ways, and no new fox spirit shrines have been set up in Shandong or the surrounding areas. It seems that this Taoist priest's methods of deception are not very effective.

Lost in thought for only a moment, Chen Ruoan drew a dagger and, using the unique speed of a fox, lightly slit the throats of the two strange men with a flick of his finger.

Before the two could even utter a sound, they collapsed to the ground.

The two individuals were skilled in harmful and evil arts, but their foundations were utterly haphazard. They had never come into contact with the orthodox methods of "observation," and they couldn't even discern the unusual movements of the "qi" around them, let alone detect the qi aura of the fox after it disappeared.

In this way, the two most troublesome problems were resolved quietly.

"Who?"

The commotion of the two falling to the ground startled Lawrence, who looked up as the cigar butt fell to the ground, sparks flying up before quickly going out.

The translator beside him was also stunned, his obsequious expression still lingering, but his eyes were filled with panic as he looked at the two corpses lying in a pool of blood.

"You're also an unusual thing, a rare find."

The fox's voice echoed from nowhere, startling the translator who retreated repeatedly. But a demonic wind rose outside the tent, the autumn wind howled, and the clouds obscured the moonlight, making it so dark that he could not see the way. He had nowhere to escape.

The fox turned around, closed its oil-paper umbrella, and revealed its true form.

The two looked closely and saw, through the swirling mist, a beautiful young man in black with a delicate and feminine face.

Lawrence shouted in panic, rapidly uttering several long and difficult sentences. The word Chen Ruoan heard most often was "money".

Having been tormented by long and difficult sentences in a past life, the fox felt annoyed.

"I hate it most when people talk in English in front of me."

The translator, seizing the opportunity, immediately said, "Sir, what he means is, don't kill him, he'll give you money."

"Then if I kill him, all the money on him will be mine, right?"

"this···"

The fox's words completely baffled the translator.

This man is a murderer and robber, and he has fox ears on his head and a fox tail hanging behind him. He must have been harmed by the evil magic of creating animals, so he has come to seek revenge. Given all this, he probably won't survive tonight.

"Sir, I was forced to make a living. I'm a translator, not a traitor!"

"This foreign devil usually acts like a bully, constantly oppressing our compatriots. Under duress, I really can't..."

While the translator was making sarcastic remarks to distract himself, he quickly pulled out a pistol from his inner pocket and pointed it at Chen Ruoan.

"Hmph, the methods of extraordinary people are useless now; times have changed!"

He wanted to fire, but his fingers seemed to freeze. Five ghosts were wrapped around him, their yin energy so dense it was piercing to the bone.

"Nothing has changed."

Chen Ruoan leaned against the tent bench, half-covering her face, the blood-stained dagger twirling lightly between her fingertips.

"Alright then, let me see how this noble foreigner begs for help. In terms my kind can understand, if you're satisfied, I'll let you go."

He glanced at the translator: "But you, you're not allowed to say a word."

Lawrence knelt down, bowed his head, gripped the ground with his fingers, and clenched his teeth.

This is an utter disgrace! What is the language of this barbaric land again?

The translator was sweating profusely. It was Chinese, after all. A few words would suffice; the key was the emotion. The translator had to cry really hard.

Lawrence tried hard to recall the ugly sight of the servants kneeling on the ground and the words they were shouting; the image vividly appeared in his mind.

"Grandpa... Old Min. Please, spare me... Grandpa, please..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" The translator exclaimed with delight, "Sir, look at this..."

Chen Ruoan looked at Lawrence's awkward appearance and suddenly chuckled. Lawrence also forced an ugly smile.

"That's well said."

Chen Ruoan's figure swayed, and she transformed into a black fox, landing gently on all fours: "But I am a fox, this is not fox talk."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the leader of the Five Ghosts stepped forward, snatched the gun from the side, and pressed it firmly against the translator's temple.

"You...you're a fox!"

"How could you be a fox? You're a fox spirit!"

With a muffled thud, blood splattered onto the tent fabric, and the two corpses fell straight down.

Just then, Qin Fu's voice came from outside the tent: "Good brother, have you solved it yet? Something terrible has happened here, I can't control these strange beasts!"

"These strange beasts and dwarfs are foreign things; I don't speak any foreign languages!"

Chen Ruoan slapped his forehead, exclaiming in annoyance, "Those aren't animals! Are you some kind of freak?"