Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

The noodle shop owner was not an extraordinary person and could not see the soul. He only felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck. The breeze was not like the wild wind that blows through the hall, but had a familiar feel to it.

"Master, fox spirit... what is this? What have you done? Why do I want to cry? Why does my heart feel like it's being squeezed?"

The female ghost Zhilan held her old father's face in her hands, trying to wipe away his tears, but in the end, her last bit of obsession dissipated, and she became a wisp of breeze in the world.

The shopkeeper collapsed to the ground with a thud, a thought almost exploding in his mind.

His daughter came back to see him, but his precious daughter was gone.

After crying for a while, the shopkeeper waved his hand and advised, "You two should hurry up and leave this place of trouble. You shouldn't have come into my noodle shop."

"That warlord's son, Cao Wenqing, is a wicked and vindictive scoundrel. If you enter this door, you'll be at least subjected to his revenge!"

According to the shopkeeper, his daughter was pretty and quiet. She was raped by Cao Wenqing. In the struggle, she grabbed him and left several bloody marks on the warlord's son's left eye before being shot to death.

The father had no way to seek justice and was beaten several times. He wasn't shot to death, but his livelihood was constantly being targeted. It was as if Cao Wenqing wanted him to live a miserable life filled with hatred.

Nowadays, hardly anyone dares to come to our store to eat noodles.

Chen Ruoan then asked, "Then why don't you try to get out?"

“I’m scared. I’m scared that if I leave, I won’t have a chance to get revenge. The world is so chaotic now. What if he loses power one day?”

Comforting people wasn't Zhang Zhiwei's forte. Instead, he laid out some money and said, "In any case, have a bowl of noodles and go ahead and do it with confidence."

"This is."

Snapped!

A bowl of clear soup noodles and a bowl of braised beef are served.

Business was slow, and the prepared cold dishes would go to waste if left out for too long, so the shopkeeper kindly gave us a few plates as a gift.

Zhang Zhiwei pulled out his chopsticks from the bamboo tube, and was about to blow on them to cool them before slurping his noodles when a large, hurried throng of footsteps came from outside the shop. A group of people shoved the vendors away and made pedestrians scatter, clearly indicating that the newcomers were up to no good.

Leading the group was an overweight man with several scars near his left eye that had not yet fully scabbed over.

"You two, you should leave now!"

"The man surnamed Cao is here!"

Zhang Zhiwei ate his noodles and replied unhurriedly, "Judging from the sound, there are probably dozens of people. Such a big fuss to deal with a noodle shop owner, this warlord's stupid son is really degrading."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

As Chen Ruoan chewed on the beef, his ears suddenly perked up. The footsteps that had gathered outside the door had dispersed and were now coming from all directions.

"Taoist priest, we are surrounded."

"Cough cough cough!" Zhang Zhiwei choked: "Would anyone be so stingy? What's wrong with me eating a bowl of noodles?"

"Wait, the guy on the other side is armed! Are you a fox or a crow? How come your words have come true?"

Am I, a mere mortal with flesh and blood, really supposed to test the weight of a gun and take a few bullets?

Chapter 15 Guaranteed Win, The Fox Prisoner

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

Zhang Zhiwei carefully blew on the cold noodle soup and took a few sips.

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

"Wow, 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 brand. 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 away, yelling, "Get out of here, you worthless thing! Did you really think I came here to see you today?"

"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."

"Thank you both for walking right into our trap!"

The soldiers outside the door raised their guns and pointed them at the 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.

After observing for a while, the fox 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 questioned, "In this place, Andong, they dare not pay much attention to the cases of missing children. Even powerful families and gentry are not given any face by the higher-ups. Do you know why?"

"That's because my dad is suppressing 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 guess. He pulled out a Mauser pistol from his waist, pointed it at the store, and coldly shouted, "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 then used a "Thunderbolt" to smash out of 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 series of empty "clicks," 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 it was. It was like a dark cloud was pouring water over his head like a kettle, but just a few steps away, it was sunny again.

It seemed as if the rain was pouring down on him and his men relentlessly.

"Young Master, this rain is strange, the gun is ruined!"

Even old 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 he have absorbed to fill his depleted Qi Sea after such a rain?

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."

Chapter 16 Should the Fox Accept the Tribulation of Love?

He truly lives up to his nickname "Brother Bao Ying" (meaning "Brother Who Guarantees Victory"); he speaks with such confidence.

Chen Ruoan hid among the branches, waiting for Zhang Zhiwei's performance. He saw the young Taoist priest bend down and rush forward, unleashing thousands of thunderbolts as he swept through the forest.

The surrounding mist was thick, and the lightning arcs became even more violent under the moisture. A blinding white light flashed by in an instant, and the soldier who was fiddling with his gun fell to the ground.