Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

"Do you like it?" Wei Shufen blinked expectantly.

It's hard for the fox not to like this atmosphere, but once he puts on the Five Poisons Bracelet, the strange insect corpse actually matches his outfit.

Foxes don't suit delicate and refined accessories; insect corpses and bone chains are the better match.

With his bizarre and evil aura, coupled with Chen Ruoan's demonic temperament, if his eyes were a little colder and sharper, he would definitely be a demonic giant just by standing there.

Chen Ruoan raised her hand to examine the chain, remembering the matter of returning the gift.

"this···"

and many more.

Just as Chen Ruoan was about to spit out the fox pendant with the peace charm hanging from her stomach, she suddenly wanted to test the fate thread.

His golden eyes lit up; no need to see him off, it was a tragic fate.

When I took it out, it was still a black thread.

Send it away... what a complete waste!

"It's yours."

A fox pendant woven from straw rope was handed to Wei Shufen. The girl cherished it, rubbing the fox's head with her thumb for a long time, and then picked up a small peach-shaped pendant with the character "安" (peace) written on it.

It is the "An" in Chen Ruoan's name.

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The two sisters, Shu-ning and Shu-ying, gradually noticed that their sister Shu-fen had changed her appearance.

She no longer touches the dangerous and vicious Gu, nor does she insist on going to dangerous places to search for strange insects and herbs. Instead, she often carries a bamboo basket and jumps around in the countryside, or sits on the rocks by the stream, staring blankly at the wooden comb and small pendants.

Occasionally, someone would see a boy with an umbrella walking with her, his figure as ethereal as mist, and no one could ever discern his true form.

That winter was unusually mild for Wei Shufen, and she spent December in comfort and joy.

But as January drew to a close, a lingering, inexplicable melancholy settled in her heart.

Wei Shufen knew that Chen Ruoan was waiting for a reply from the troops stationed outside the village. Once the letter reached Qinghe Miao Village, these comfortable and carefree days would come to an end.

"Grandma," Wei Shufen called out to her master.

"How many times have I told you not to call me 'Grandma'?" the woman, who looked to be in her thirties, said angrily.

"But Grandma will become Qinghe's Grand Gu Master sooner or later. If she's a Grand Gu Master, won't everyone in the village call her Grandma?"

"Whatever you say," the old woman said helplessly.

"Grandma, when is Xin coming back?"

"Why are you starting to worry about the letter too?"

"Think about it, Uncle Ming, Third Brother, Erquanzi, so many people went out with him, and not a single one of them has replied."

Wei Shufen knew that thinking this way was bad, but many people in Qinghe Village had the same idea: they had all died outside long ago.

The old woman remained silent. At that time, the Northern Expedition had just begun, and the local officials were not clear about their willingness to participate in the war. They only sent a few thousand people to deal with the matter perfunctorily.

The group of Miao men were so excited by the hype that they followed along without really understanding what was going on.

No one knows where these people went or which group they joined afterward.

"Sigh~"

The master and apprentice both sighed deeply.

Just as Wei Shufen was about to leave, news came from the Grand Master of Gu in Qinghe: the men who had gone out to the battlefield had finally returned with news.

"Yes, there's news?"

"Shufen, go take a look," the old woman instructed.

Wei Shufen headed towards the Great Gu Master, but her steps were slow and sluggish, as if someone had poured dozens of kilograms of cement into the soles of her shoes.

Upon arriving at the wooden building in the center of the Miao village, Chen Ruoan was already standing under the tree in front of the door.

"Master, we're alive, alive, alive, still alive!"

"They won, and then headed northeast." Zhou Kang was so excited that he was incoherent, but when he thought about his son going to support another battlefield, he slapped himself a few times.

"Damn it, I still have to worry about him!"

Now, it's hard to say whether to be happy or sad.

Wei Shufen stood at a distance and waited for a long time before slowly walking forward.

"Have you gotten there yet?"

"We've arrived. Everything is fine, at least for now," Chen Ruoan replied.

"Will you come back after you leave? Think about it, Uncle Ming's letters will eventually be sent back to Qinghe. If Master Kang misses you, you'll have to come and take a look, won't you?"

Wei Shufen lowered her head and whispered, her index fingers touching each other helplessly in front of her chest.

Chen Ruoan thought for a moment and said, "No, perhaps I can set up a memorial tablet in the village. However, I haven't made any contributions to the village these past few days, so I can't be shameless enough to ask."

"It's fine to leave it at my house."

One person's incense offerings, one person's memorial tablet.

Wei Shufen spent half a day cleaning the unused storage room in her house until it was spotless. A memorial tablet that she had carefully carved herself was placed upright on the table. Since there was no proper incense burner, she used a commonly used Gu pot as a substitute.

Incense is lit, and wisps of smoke curl around the memorial tablets, adding a touch of tranquility to the simply decorated ancestral hall.

Chen Ruoan stood before the memorial tablet and solemnly bowed, saying, "I have had a very pleasant time with you these past few days. I hope we will meet again someday."

Unfortunately, they ultimately failed to forge a positive relationship.

Chen Ruoan clearly felt that her relationship with Wei Shufen was already very close, but she still couldn't figure out what the criteria were for judging the Wishing Tree.

In one's mind, amidst the fluttering ribbons and the delicate red threads, an inescapable karmic entanglement suddenly appears—how could any obsessive-compulsive sufferer bear this!

Wei Shufen responded casually, "Okay."

Chen Ruoan nodded and smiled, his body swirling with Qi, and in an instant, he transformed into a black spirit fox. His fox tail swept away a wisp of smoke, and his toes trod on the thin mist as he gracefully flew straight towards the west.

This trip is to Sichuan.

Wei Shufen stood frozen in the courtyard, sitting there for most of the day.

Her gaze lingered on the name on the memorial tablet, then shifted to the Gu jar on the table, her heart feeling empty and frantic.

Feeling uneasy, and realizing it had been a long time since she had gone out to catch insects and pick flowers, she picked up her bamboo basket and ran wildly towards the remote mountains.

In a crevice of the cliff, she saw a dark-colored flower quietly blooming, blending seamlessly with the stark mountainside—a sight she had never seen before.

After a long and arduous climb, the flowers were finally in sight.

Wei Shufen reached out to pick it, but just as her fingertips were about to touch the petals, the rock beneath her feet suddenly loosened, and she was suspended in mid-air.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over her, and she instinctively closed her eyes, but the warm, soft sensation she had expected did not appear at all.

"Bang—"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Wei Shufen crashed heavily to the bottom of the cliff, her body covered in wounds, her limbs trembling with pain.

She struggled to lift her head, gazing at the drifting clouds torn apart by the wind on the horizon, and murmured softly:

"You really left?"

"If I had known, I should have found a way to break that demon core. In the end, it was just that my skills were not good enough."

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"Achoo—!"

The dark fox shadow suddenly sneezed amidst the swirling clouds and mist, its fluffy fur bristling in a few strands, and its tail tip impatiently swept away the thin mist beneath it.

Chen Ruoan belatedly realized that he had forgotten to remind Wei Shufen of something before leaving.

The divine tablet can bestow a trace of divine will, which, in essence, can be used as a single-threaded video call.

"Never mind, as long as we make offerings, Miss Shufen will find out sooner or later."

"Speaking of which..." Chen Ruoan complained to the precious tree in his mind, "Tree, can't you see the atmosphere? I've done everything I was supposed to do on this trip to Qinghe, how can it not count as forming a good connection?"

The precious tree remained silent.