Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 91 A Familiar Start

The precious tree shimmered with light, responding to the fox's prayers, and a wisp of spiritual light scattered, nourishing its fur, flesh, and bones.

Chen Ruoan clenched his paws and stared at the paw pads for a long time.

Even without revealing its true form, the fox's body is already quite tough.

Chen Ruoan returned to the tree where the monk Jiekong practiced his skills and casually picked up a piece of blue brick.

The fox paws lightly tapped the brick against its forehead, and with a muffled "crack," the blue brick shattered into pieces.

The fox shook off the dust from its fur, its forehead unharmed, and then increased its efforts, stacking a few more dust bricks.

The result was the same.

I'm so stubborn!

His body is also strong.

His body-refining skills have become even more solid.

A satisfied Chen Ruoan bid farewell to the scorched and ruined Shaolin Temple.

Following the planned route southward, as we entered Hubei province, a crimson rosy hue hung over the western mountains, the sunset flowing like a punctured molten egg.

The fox settled in an unnamed small town, a place untouched by war, where the houses with blue tiles remained intact and the mountains and fields were unharmed.

As darkness fell, the long street was deserted, and not a single footstep could be heard.

The red paper lanterns under the eaves of several old shops were faded and brittle, and the candlelight was dim like will-o'-the-wisps. The dim halo was spread crookedly on the bluestone slabs, and was pulled by the cold wind passing through the street, making it flicker like the eyes of a dying person.

A cold, fishy smell swept by in the wind, and from the cracks in the tightly closed wooden windows of the houses on both sides, a few whispered words drifted out.

The fox, with its sharp ears, could discern what the people here were afraid of.

The entire city was shrouded in a deathly silence of fear, clearly indicating that something terrible had happened.

At this moment, Chen Ruoan did not want to disturb others by appearing in her fox form and cause unnecessary panic, so she opened her oil-paper umbrella to conceal her presence and walked alone through the gloomy and deserted streets.

As I walked, I heard muffled, stiff bouncing sounds coming from afar, one after another.

A dark figure suddenly darted out from the alleyway, revealing a creature with a bluish-gray complexion. The creature had deep-set eyes, a ferocious face, and wore an official robe of some unknown dynasty. Its arms were stiffly extended forward, revealing long, black fingernails.

"It's a zombie!" Chen Ruoan exclaimed in surprise.

Unlike the wicked concoctions made by the old Taoist priest at Qingfeng Temple, this thing was properly decorated from top to bottom.

Chen Ruoan has seen many of Uncle Ying's movies, and this subtle restoration, combined with the atmosphere of the Republic of China era, is simply fantastic.

Chen Ruoan ran over with her umbrella, as if she had seen a giant, moving figurine, and circled around to examine it.

"Something created by an alien?"

It is said that zombies do not have ordinary vision; they only capture the life force of people.

Chen Ruoan guided the life force, manipulating the willow branches hanging down from the street to wrap around the zombie's arm, but the dead thing did not move.

The fox then folded up its umbrella.

Swish!

The zombies rioted. He swept his arm across, but missed. Then he thrust forward with his fingernail.

Chen Ruoan lightly touched the ground with her toes, spun around to the side, and swiftly pinched her fingertips, causing a ghostly blue foxfire to rise up, a strange flame piercing through the darkness.

Furthermore, the foxfire swept directly towards the zombie's decaying body, the ghostly flames crackling and burning, the putrid aura of death churning within the fire.

The commotion in the street caught the attention of the residents inside the house. An elderly man opened the door a crack, mustered his courage to peek out, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it, one zombie isn't enough, an even more powerful one has arrived outside!"

"What is it?" the old woman asked. Before the old man could answer, she also came to the door. The old couple put their heads on top of each other and peered outside.

The woman asked in confusion, "Why are they fighting?"

"It's a territorial battle. Before, we were eaten by zombies, but now it's a female ghost. I think this ghost is about to win."

The old woman shrank back into the corner of the room, her brows furrowed, her face full of worry.

In order to subdue the zombies in the street, the local people pooled their money and invited a Taoist priest to subdue them.

But then a female ghost suddenly appeared and started causing trouble. If we want to ask the Taoist priest to help as well, who knows if we'll have to pay extra?

Just as I was worrying, the battle outside ended, and there was no more noise.

The elderly couple dared to peek again, but the streets were deserted.

"it's over?"

In the desolate wilderness outside the city, the evening wind rustled the withered grass. Chen Ruoan sat high on the treetop of an old tree, below which lay a corpse, its death aura scorched away by foxfire.

The official robes worn by the corpse were made of rough materials and poorly sewn; they were crudely made.

"New, brand new."

"It's quite common for eccentric people to use tricks to deceive the people and manipulate the villagers."

The fox should establish some kind of organization to control these troublesome oddballs.

Without any order, society will descend into chaos.

Chen Ruoan snapped his fingers, and the green vines, like serpents, snaked around and bound the corpse, pulling it to rest in peace.

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The next day, the events of that evening became the talk of the town. The old couple stood in front of a platform, talking animatedly.

"An even more powerful creature arrived. That thing spewed ghostly fire and burned the zombies to ashes in no time. This morning, my wife and I went to check out where they were fighting, and guess what?"

"It was burned completely, leaving not a trace! It's as if everything was swept away by a gust of wind."

Upon hearing this, someone in the audience immediately shouted, "Then how much will the money for the Taoist priest be calculated? Something even more amazing is coming, will it cost more money?"

"Add more, what else can we do but add more?"

The audience erupted in uproar, arguing fiercely. Chen Ruoan couldn't bear it any longer, so he slightly covered his fox ears and revealed himself in human form.

What natural disasters, demonic possession, the need for sacrifices of food and money—shouldn't the biggest beneficiary of this whole ritual be the one most suspicious?

Nine times out of ten, Taoist priests who use this opportunity to amass wealth are actually manipulators of zombies.

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Some domestically produced suspense and supernatural films all follow this formula—

The eerie rituals in remote villages are orchestrated by either the high priest or the village chief, with evil spirits at play. Ultimately, it must be a human act of revenge.

Chen Ruoan rubbed his face, putting on a look of fear and surprise, successfully blending into the atmosphere.

"Without eliminating the evil spirits, where will peace come from? I also saw the strange thing yesterday. That ghostly thing ran to the east of the city, probably to occupy the temple. Let's ask the Taoist priest to subdue the scourge."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man who had appeared out of nowhere. Since most of their thoughts had been voiced, they simply joined in the shouting.

"Subdue the scourge, restore my peace! Subdue the scourge, restore my peace!"

With the atmosphere set, Chen Ruoan went to the east of the city with an umbrella and waited patiently.

The money hasn't arrived, and the "big toy" has been seized. Can anyone really resist taking a look?

The sun hung high in the sky, and sunlight slanted into the dilapidated temple. Chen Ruoan transformed back into a fox, hiding in the withered grass behind the statue of a deity.

Two soft footsteps came from outside the temple.

"Master Zhang, it is said that the ghostly affliction is inside the temple."

"I sensed it, don't worry."

boom!

Chen Ruoan's ears perked up, and a thunderous roar shattered the clear sky. Blinding lightning flashed in all directions, and several eerie lightning nets descended from the sky, enveloping the statue.

A dilapidated temple, a statue of a deity, demon-slaying rituals, thunder magic, a great thunder prison, and a fox imprisoned by lightning.

This is a familiar start.

"Wait, could it be...?" Chen Ruoan glanced at the door and saw a Taoist priest with big ears rushing in.

"Forehead-

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The human and the fox, upon encountering each other, simultaneously uttered helpless sighs.

"Zhang Huaiyi, you've gone down the mountain to gain experience, and now you dare to openly use underhanded means to amass wealth?"

Zhang Huaiyi removed the lightning prisoner and gave an awkward smile: "Exorcising demons and monsters isn't against my master's teachings; I just happened to earn some travel expenses. But Senior Brother Chen, what brings you to the city to scare people?"