Chapter 128 She clearly didn't speak for the third wish
The Chen family's project was the easiest to resolve. After Chang Xile and Li Chuanliu briefly explained what had happened, a notice was sent directly to the Chen family.
Chen Rong sat on the sofa, threw the paper to the ground, and looked at his son Chen Moxin standing beside him: "Tell me, what's going on?"
"Our construction team made a lot of noise, and the nearby schools and residents felt it was a nuisance, so they reported it to the police." Chen Moxin lowered his head and calmly reported to his father.
"How can construction work be without noise? This is ridiculous! Could it be that the project is not going to be done yet?" Chen Rong got furious after hearing this. He had nothing to throw, so he picked up a cup from the coffee table and threw it out.
"We've already negotiated. We'll just wait until all the students from nearby schools have finished their exams, and then we'll just need to control the construction schedule in the future." Chen Moxin explained the situation.
"When was that?" Chen Rong asked impatiently.
"After the Little New Year's Eve, the students all went home." Chen Moxin respectfully bent over to pick up the cup, then placed it on the coffee table. He said meaningfully, "The extended construction period isn't a bad thing for us."
Chen Rong thought about it and smiled.
The longer the construction period, the more "subsidies" you can get and the more money you can make.
He stood up, patted Chen Moxin on the shoulder, and reminded him: "Your eldest brother is not here. I'm busy with other things at the moment. Please keep an eye on him."
"Of course." Chen Moxin agreed and then left the room.
Chen Rong gazed at his back, lost in thought. His youngest son had recently befriended some influential figure. Not only was he making a fortune, but his entire demeanor had changed. He used to be a bit of a showman, but ever since he'd bailed him out of jail, he'd become even more sinister and sinister.
Tsk, he doesn’t look like Chen Rong’s son at all.
Although the result they achieved was only a delay in the construction, Chang Xile and her team were eager to gain this time advantage. On the evening of the 22nd, Chang Xile and Anping had already arrived in the woods a hundred meters from the top of Changle Mountain.
Before setting off, Yang Guisi was still a little unwilling: "Why can't I go!" Chang Xile actually wanted to leave them and go alone for such a dangerous thing, which was really too awkward.
Chang Xile was about to explain when Shunian answered, "Stupid! That fox isn't stupid. If so many of us were to rush over, wouldn't it have spotted him right away?"
Yang Guisi asked Chang Xile with some concern: "If you go, will it be okay?"
Chang Xile demonstrated it to her personally.
In a small valley on Changle Mountain, a winding stream flows downhill. Many butterflies flutter through the valley, earning it the name Butterfly Valley. Chang Xile walked in and found a rock to sit on. The butterflies seemed completely oblivious to her, some even perching on her head and shoulders. It was as if to them, Chang Xile was no different from just another rock in the mountains.
"How did they do that..." Yang Guisi and the others watched from afar and couldn't help but be amazed.
It was Anping who discovered this. Chang Xile seemed to have a natural affinity with many things. Like the time she easily encountered fireflies while collecting folk songs at the Moon Viewing Terrace; or when they met at Linhuan Lake, when Chang Xile took that photo of Anping, a passing bird casually landed on her shoulder. Her presence was as commonplace as the gentle breeze, as if she were a natural part of nature.
Yang Guisi was convinced. Then she pointed at Anping and asked, "Then why can he go with you?"
Chang Xile pointed at Anping and raised an eyebrow: "Do you still remember what he is?"
Cats move silently and are good at hiding.
"Okay." Yang Guisi finally nodded, "You must come back safely."
"Of course!" Chang Xile hugged her, then turned to look at Tang You who was leaning against the temple door, opened his arms and asked, "Would you like a hug?"
"So corny." Tang You said, and walked forward to hug her.
Then she stood up, drew a hand gesture on Chang Xile's palm, and asked, "Do you remember?"
Chang Xile felt the touch of his palm for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Is it recorded in the book you gave me?"
"Okay, you have read the book I gave me carefully." Tang You said.
Chang Xile often read this book when he had nothing to do, and he was so familiar with it that he said, "But I don't quite understand its purpose."
"When someone is possessed by a ghost, this gesture can expel the soul that does not belong to the original body." Tang You said concisely.
"Okay!" Chang Xile nodded vigorously. Although she had originally intended to use the Soul-Snatching Rope to drive the fox out of Wessel's body, this might cause some damage to the original owner of the body.
As if guessing what she was thinking, Tang You snorted coldly and reminded her: "Don't rely too much on the things given by the underworld. They are a bunch of uncertified products and have been in disrepair for a long time. You don't know when they will break down."
Chang Xile was ashamed - it seemed that although her aunt and Xie Wuya were old acquaintances, she really had a very bad relationship with the underworld.
"I can't go with you. You have to take care of yourself." Tang You patted Chang Xile's shoulder and said, "Go."
Chang Xile and Anping had settled down in a bush the night before. Even when ants bit her palms or snakes passed by, she didn't move.
The dew wet her clothes and was then blown dry by the wind. Dead leaves and fallen flowers fell on her hair, attracting bees.
She was filled with the aura of this mountain. Even if Anping came, he might not be able to sense that there was a person sitting here.
On the evening of the 23rd, the sun and the moon took turns to appear on the stage, and when the night gradually took over the sky, there was indeed a red moon hanging in the sky.
Chang Xile just waited quietly. She held Anping's hand and felt her palms sweating.
After an unknown amount of time, a man wearing a veiled hat appeared on the top of the mountain. He stared at the crimson moon for a long time, then raised his hands, bent his body, and knelt in worship.
After repeating this several times, he pulled out a white object from somewhere and held it against his head. Chang Xile squinted her eyes and examined it for a moment, then suddenly felt the hairs on her body stand on end. At that moment, Anping tightly grasped her hand, signaling her not to act rashly.
Chang Xile stared straight at the man. On top of his head was a skull. The original flesh and blood on the skull had been eaten away quite cleanly. At this moment, the empty eye sockets seemed to be looking at Chang Xile from a distance.
Could it be human bones? Chang Xile didn't dare to think too much.
The crimson moon slowly shifted to the uppermost reaches of the night sky, appearing enormous and round. This was also the moment when its brilliance was at its peak. The man on the hilltop knelt devoutly on the ground, his whole body trembling slightly.
This is the weakest moment before the fox becomes stronger.
Anping's fingertips tapped Chang Xile's palm once, twice.
Three times.
Right now.
Anping struck first, slashing from the side towards Ninghu's waist. Ninghu reacted quickly, turning to block Anping's attack. At that moment, Chang Xile had closed within ten meters of him. Her fingers scribbled something in the air, a few faint, phantom words swirling in the wind and striking Ninghu's face. He cried out in pain, his body instantly limp.
Chang Xile grabbed hold of the body belonging to Wessel, preventing him from falling directly from the top of the mountain. At this time, Wessel had completely fallen into a coma. Chang Xile looked up at Anping, seemingly in disbelief: "Is this the end?"
The fox had already left Wessel's body? But neither she nor Anping saw its spirit.
Anping looked at Wessel solemnly for a moment, then suddenly said, "That's not right."
He grabbed Chang Xile and grabbed Wessel's collar, barely avoiding the extremely harmful magic that was pouring down like a huge wave from behind them.
Surprised, Chang Xile followed Anping's gaze and saw a man slowly emerging from behind a nearby boulder. He clapped his hands and stepped into the moonlight, smiling and saying, "Oh my! Where did these two little brats come from? They almost ruined my good fortune."
"Chen Moxin?" Chang Xile called out the man's name. She originally wanted to ask him why he was here, but Anping grabbed his wrist.
"That's not right." Anping said.
Although this man's facial features were indeed Chen Moxin, his expression and the curvature of his smiling mouth deviated from human habits. Instead, he grinned like a beast, showing his fangs.
"Fox." Anping called out his name word by word.
He found a body he was more satisfied with.
But how could that be? Anping was absolutely certain that the body worshipping the moon was indeed Wessel's.
"How clever." The fox smiled, then suddenly became expressionless. "Has anyone ever told you that clever people always die young?"
He rushed forward quickly, and Chang Xile could hardly see his movements. Two seconds later, he was right in front of him.
Anping pushed Chang Xile away and immediately engaged the fox. As the two grappled, neither could spare the energy to hurt or care for Chang Xile. She was able to catch her breath for a moment, helping Wessel to lean against a nearby rock. When she looked up again, Anping had already deliberately led the fox toward the distant woods.
Chang Xile raised her hand, and the Soul-Catching Rope flew straight out, precisely entangling Chen Moxin's wrist, or rather, the fox's. But when she tried to retract the Soul-Catching Rope, she felt an indescribable resistance, followed by the shrill scream of Chen Moxin's original soul.
If the soul is to be pulled out, the fox and Chen Moxin will be pulled out together.
In the less than a second of hesitation, the fox tutted his words, "This body is really useless."
The next second, An Ping noticed that the fox's presence had disappeared from his sight. He immediately turned around and shouted to Chang Xile, "Be careful!"
Chang Xile was unable to retract her soul-catching rope for a while. When she heard An Ping's reminder, she subconsciously lunged forward and avoided the sharp claw coming from behind.
Wessel stood up shakily at some point. He smiled and licked his hands, saying, "Sure enough, this body suits me best." His eyes glowed red, and it was the fox who occupied this body again.
He failed to hit the target with his first strike and planned to strike again. Chang Xile was too close to him, so there was no time to retract the soul-calling rope or repeat the soul-exorcising gesture. And Anping was too far away, so it was too late for him to arrive.
Chang Xile didn't have time to think about it. She took out the various talismans that Yang Guisi and Tang You had written for her before leaving, and threw whatever she had.
The next second, a hurricane swept by, and by the time Anping reached the edge of the cliff, the two men had disappeared. The weeds on the steep slope beside the mountain showed signs of having been crushed and flattened.
Anping jumped down without thinking.
Chang Xile landed on a patch of grass, dazed by the powerful wind from the formation. But she didn't have time to recover. Instinctively, she rolled to the right, and the next second, a handprint appeared where she had been lying, extending three feet into the ground.
Chang Xile raised her hands to block the fox's arms. His sharp claws were just three inches above her cheek, and the other claw had already scratched her wrist. Blood dripped from his fingertips to the side of her eyes and rolled down the bridge of her nose.
They were in the woods, where tall trees blocked out the sun. Rain had already begun to fall, and the raindrops fell on Chang Xile's body, mixing with her blood.
The fox smelled the blood and couldn't help swallowing.
Absorbing the moonlight greatly increased the strength of the fox. If he tried his best to kill Chang Xile, she would not be able to stop him.
He studied her for a moment, perhaps feeling certain of victory, and thinking of teasing his prey. He smiled, then suddenly realized, "Yes, I have to make you die in front of that cat. I can't let you die so easily."
Chang Xile's attention was not here. She looked at his hands that were restraining her and noticed that the little finger of his right hand was missing.
She stared at the expression of the man in front of her. It was clearly Wessel's facial features, but it was completely different from the Wessel she remembered. She asked, "Is Wessel dead?"
The last time they met, Wessel was still conscious and reminded her and Anping to run quickly.
The fox smiled and said, "Why, are you two very close? He tried to save you several times without knowing the consequences, but I taught him a lesson, and now he's much more obedient."
"That means he's not dead, right?" Chang Xile said. She had unknowingly put down one hand and put it into her pocket.
The next second, the fox heard a dizzying sound of bells, which seemed to be very far away and yet quite close, carrying an irresistible command.
Then a voice rang out, it was Chang Xile's. Ning Hu stared at her face, making sure she didn't say a word.
[Weisel, don't let the fox control your body, including your will]
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