Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Liang Ting forced himself to stand up and looked up, only to see the fox with a cunning look on its face, as if its evil scheme had succeeded.

Chen Ruoan said, "Why would you want to insert strange things into your body out of the blue? Are you trying to achieve mechanical ascension?"

"Huh? Rain, rainwater!" Upon hearing the fox's words, Liang Ting suddenly realized.

The poison, carried by the rainwater, flowed into the holes and seeped into the joints between the mechanism and the human body.

And that poison was naturally no ordinary green poison. The wishing slip hanging high within the fox's soul was for:

Using the essence of the research obtained by the "Medicine Immortal Society" and combined with the supernatural powers of foxes, they poisoned the "White Owl".

Chapter 39 "All-Sex" Evil Child and Long-Narrive Wild Mud

Liang Ting's internal organs were ulcerated, his bone marrow was weak, and he was almost losing the strength to even support his head.

Over the years, I've made countless enemies and dodged many schemes and plots, but I never imagined I'd end up being killed by a beast.

Liang Ting knelt on the ground, on the verge of death, barely breathing. He looked up and met the fox's icy eyes, which were filled with condescending disdain and contempt.

That look in his eyes is so familiar.

The contempt within the sect, the disgust among those in the circle, even the venomous glint in the eyes of strangers passing by.

He forced out a broken, breathy sound: "No, don't look at me like that..."

Upon hearing this, the fox replied, "Very well. For an ugly person, scrutiny is cruel."

"If there weren't so many people in this world who judge others by their appearance, I..."

Liang Ting paused abruptly, then heard the fox add casually, "When I say ugly person, I don't mean appearance."

After saying this, the fox shook off the raindrops from its fur and transformed into a boy in black.

He opened his oil-paper umbrella and stepped into the misty rain.

Liang Ting stood frozen in place, stunned for a long time. In his blurred vision, deep in the rain curtain, only a fluffy fox tail swayed joyfully, bobbing with the boy's steps, before disappearing into the mist.

"Master, should we bury these people and give them a proper burial?"

Jiang Gui glanced around the village. It didn't seem to be his old village, but he couldn't help but mourn and lament for the tragic deaths.

In the remote countryside, where few outsiders come and go, the police probably didn't bother to investigate cases, so the fox dug up the burrows one by one and erected tombstones for more than ten people behind their houses.

"When a person dies, their soul scatters, their vital energy transforms into the breeze, and their flesh turns to mud. We foxes don't know if reincarnation is possible. If it is, I wish you were born into a good world and never encounter evil people again."

Chen Ruoan clasped his hands together, recited a few words of prayer, and then wanted to leave the lifeless little village.

Just then, the fox's ears perked up, and it heard signs of activity by the lotus pond. Just as it was about to chase after the person to inquire about the matter, the person hurriedly ran away.

Judging from his speed, he's a skilled individual with impressive lightness skills and should be adept at escaping.

To escape the chaos, many supernatural beings flocked to the eastern cities of Shanghai, Wuxi, and Suzhou. Chen Ruoan, unaware of the newcomer's background and intentions, let him go.

After spending the night in the wild, the fox continued its search following Jiang Gui's memory, and found a large rock shaped like an ox beside a mountain path overgrown with weeds.

"Master, this is it!"

Jiang Gui shouted. His village was called Shiniu Village, named after a stone in the village that looked like a cow facing east. Now, for some reason, the mascot-like stone cow had been abandoned on the mountain road.

"How many years have I been gone? Where is my son?"

Further ahead lay dilapidated ruins in the wilderness.

Jiang Gui circled the stone ox, stroking the wild vines that entwined its horns. Now, all he could entrust his thoughts to was this cold stone.

"Let's go back to the city and ask," Chen Ruoan said.

"Would anyone care about such a small village? Besides, it all happened decades ago."

"What if it's just a chance encounter?"

As Chen Ruoan was about to leave, she saw Jiang Gui touching the stone ox, looking reluctant to part with it.

The fox then opened its mouth and spat out the stone ox, taking it into its belly.

"There isn't even a stone lion in front of the Inviting Moon Pavilion. How pathetic! We can throw a stone ox over there to fill the gap."

"Yes, yes, yes," Jiang Gui replied repeatedly, and quickly returned to the fox's side.

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The teahouses in Suzhou were still open, and many people gathered around the tea tables in front of the buildings, holding teacups in their hands and talking about national and family affairs.

Which region is engulfed in war? Which prefecture or county has just suffered a natural disaster?

As they talked, the tea drinkers sitting idly couldn't help but sigh a few times, their eyes filled with confusion about the future.

Under the window facing the street on the east side of the hall, two people sat facing each other. One of them glanced at the pedestrians coming and going on the street and said in a low voice, "There are more and more disciples gathering in this area."

Li Muxuan snorted coldly: "There are plenty of scoundrels and villains in the sect, not many fools. Who doesn't know to run to peaceful places?"

"hehe."

The man opposite Li Muxuan was named Yuan Jingui, a fellow member of the "Quanxing" sect, and was nicknamed "Changming Yegan".

Yegan is the name of an animal that resembles a fox but is slightly smaller, with a bluish-yellow coat, moves like a pack of dogs, and howls like a wolf at night.

"Wild dung cries" refers to the nonsense uttered by those who have not yet attained enlightenment.

The saying goes, "There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names." This person is cunning, adept at manipulating others, sowing discord, and especially fond of spreading rumors and stirring up trouble.

Yuan Jingui twirled the teacup between his fingers and suddenly said, "Liang Ting is dead."

"A white owl?"

"How many Liang Tings are there in our sect?"

"Wasn't he supposed to be a formidable fighter? Who killed him?" Li Muxuan had long heard of the fearsome reputation of "White Owl" within the sect, but having gotten himself into trouble, he hadn't had time to ask him for advice.

"When I sobered up, the fight was over. I saw a man with a huge head and three legs in the rain. It was very strange," Yuan Jingui recalled the scene from last night.

"That's him holding the umbrella; as for the three legs..."

“Three legs are not surprising at all. Which man doesn’t have three legs?” Yuan Jingui said some vulgar language, and then joked, “But yours isn’t that big.”

"You made up the story just for this last sentence."

Li Muxuan raised two fingers, and an invisible tubular force field pressed against Yuan Jingui's chest, hanging on his pounding heart.

"I know you're a student of a great teacher, so don't do anything reckless. I'm not good at fighting."

"Changming Yegan" raised his hands in surrender and whispered, "It's not a loss that I didn't fight Liang Ting. There are people who are even better than him."

"Why don't you give it a try and see?"

"To tell you the truth, that guy doesn't have three legs, but he does have something hanging from his back. He's probably a weapon refiner or a craftsman."

"You've been wandering around the martial world for so long, haven't you? It's just because you're lonely and bored that you've committed so many despicable acts. What if this person really doesn't have any prejudices and is willing to sincerely befriend you?"

Li Muxuan recalled the past of "Yinghelou" and gave a bitter smile before going to pay for the tea.

Upon opening his purse, he found himself penniless.

"Sigh, giving up such a large business with the Li family to engage in crooked ways. Becoming a member of 'Quanxing' is one thing, but have you ever seen a member of 'Quanxing' pay for tea when they drink water?"

Yuan Jingui tapped his chest with his thumb: "It's just a few bowls of tea, it's on me!"

Li Muxuan walked towards the door. There was still one person at the table of two who hadn't left. The shopkeeper and the waiter naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him, they just looked up and glanced at him.

At this moment, a kind-hearted man sitting next to us spoke up: "Friends, teahouses are small businesses, what you're doing seems a bit unethical."

Li Muxuan glanced back and saw that the man was a beast master carrying a small monkey on his shoulder, with a faint Shandong accent.

"What's it to you?"

Chapter 40 The Fox's World is Small and Wonderful

"None of my business?"

"You see injustice on the road, and you won't even let me shout it out?" Qin Fu raised his arm to block Li Muxuan's way, blocking the path in and out of the teahouse.

It's not uncommon for江湖人士 (jianghu figures) to vandalize teahouses and taverns. When the manager saw this, he forgot all about his calculations and rushed to break up the fight.

"Gentlemen, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!"

Qin Fu hurriedly explained, "These two conspired to embezzle your tea and snack money."

"what?"

The shopkeeper scratched his head, just about to go outside to call the police officers at the patrol post, when Yuan Jingui, who was sitting by the window, slammed a few copper coins onto the table.

"Shopkeeper, the bill is ready."

"Monkey trainer, judging from your accent, you're from Shandong? I've heard that the people from your area are honest and kind. How could you do something like slandering good people?"

With his hands in his sleeves, Yuan Jingui bumped into Qin Fu and swaggered out of the teahouse with Li Muxuan.

Qin Fu stood there dumbfounded. When he saw the money left on the table, a surge of shame and anger welled up inside him, making his face turn red.

He sat back down at the table, stuffed a few peanuts into the little monkey's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Little Saint, we're not meddling in other people's business. Maybe this little disturbance will prevent those two bad guys from succeeding in their evil scheme. Don't get angry."

"Eat more, make sure you're full, we'll need your help later."

The little monkey sat upright on Qin Fu's shoulder, its tiny paws gripping peanuts as it peeled them quickly, sometimes even offering the kernels to Qin Fu's mouth.

After they finished eating, Qin Fu took the little monkey and headed towards the arched bridge on East Street.

As he approached the bridge arch, he saw a bustling scene surrounded by people. Pushing through the crowd, he peeked inside and saw a fellow he had met in the teahouse earlier performing acrobatics.

"Why is it you? You have such good skills that you could earn a living honestly, but you insist on trying to freeload."

After Qin Fu finished speaking, he shook his head slightly, said no more to the man, turned around and found a quiet spot next to the arena, put the small copper gong on the stone platform, and picked up the drumsticks to start striking it.

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Chen Ruoan wanted to find out about the old stories of Shiniu Village, so he deliberately went to crowded places. The teahouses and theaters in Suzhou were the perfect places for gossip to gather.

The ancient cobblestone street was slightly cool from the morning dew. The shop signs on both sides swayed gently in the wind. The shouts of tea vendors, the sound of copper bells for collecting debts, and the singing of opera troupes mingled together, filling the streets with a lively atmosphere.

Holding up an oil-paper umbrella and gently weaving through the crowd, one can find a touch of the serene charm unique to fox spirits amidst the hustle and bustle of this ancient street from the Republican era.

Before long, the fox saw a vermilion gatehouse in front of it, with a gilded plaque that read "Spring Breeze Pavilion" hanging in front of it. The people coming and going were all well-dressed tea drinkers and opera enthusiasts.

"Spring Breeze Delight Pavilion" is one of the top teahouses in the city, and it also serves as a stage for opera performances.