Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

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 dismissively.

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 "communicative language" is still not clear enough. Why can't "eagle language" be considered bird language?

“Mr. Lawrence said that after this tour ends, he will take you back to Europe, where you can make a lot of money. The people in your 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 techniques are 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 the alchemy system? Shouldn't the next line be "big brother"?

Dead memories are attacking the fox.

Chapter 27 The fox says it doesn't understand

Harvesting and mutilating animals, and the production of animal poisons were common money-making tricks used by some groups during the Republic of China era and for some time afterward. These methods were heinous, immoral, and inhumane.

"After this job, you're going back to Europe? You've even set a death flag for yourself."

"There are too many people and too many eyes in the bustling city, 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 give these people an extra half day to live."

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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 there was no one around, and his face turned as white as paper.

Fortunately, Chen Ruoan's voice was somewhat familiar. He immediately composed himself and muttered repeatedly, "I told you, I'm afraid of ghosts! You're still scaring 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, how much stuff did they steal from us back then? I'm stealing some back as compensation! 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 so openly and righteously."

"Hehe, so what are you doing here?"

"Don't worry about me, you just steal and keep the people outside occupied. 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 much more spirited than me. You're the one!"

"See you."

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 are also an uncommon thing, a rare object."

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?"

"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 making sarcastic remarks to divert attention, the translator quickly pulled out a pistol from his inner pocket and pointed it at Chen Ruoan.

"Hmph, the methods of extraordinary people are no longer effective; 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?

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 very well said."

Chen Ruoan swayed and 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 with his fox paw and said in distress, "Those aren't animals! Are you a big idiot?"

Chapter 28 Auspicious Encounters and Collecting Talismans

"Why are you cursing me for no reason? What else can you call this but an animal? I've checked the joint between humans and animals, and there are no signs of stitching. It's just that they grew together."

"The West is full of centaurs and other creatures, and there are also devils with ram horns who tempt people to fall. Here we have amorous and seductive ghosts and fox spirits, while they are just cattle and sheep, pretty much the same thing."

Qin Fu carried the little monkey into the tent. He couldn't see anyone. Four corpses, covered in blood, lay quietly between two benches.

"The forces behind those foreigners are deeply entrenched and most are not simple. Even if we're just bluffing around, we ultimately have to avoid their sharp edges. Brother, you..."

Chen Ruoan scoffed, "If I had a gun squad of foreigners under my command, I might actually be cautious. But this guy has only colluded with two low-level superhumans, yet he wants to bully and harm the people. Do I need to avoid his wrath?"

Qin Fu nodded with admiration, but unfortunately his skills were too meager to act as freely as this wandering spirit.

What about the rare and exotic beasts outside?

Chen Ruoan did not reply and walked straight to the iron cage surrounded by the fence. Qin Fu felt a cold wind brush past him and followed the yin energy to see the "rare and exotic beasts" being imprisoned.