As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

Chapter 115 The Hidden Secrets of the Fox Spirit

Xiaoxuan's heart was pounding, and the white color gradually became clearer in her eyes.

A little snow-white fox was curled up in the shadow of an old locust tree at the entrance of the village, its bright eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, as if avoiding something.

Its fluffy tail twitched restlessly, and its pointed ears trembled slightly, catching every slight movement in the air.

Xiaoxuan held her breath, walked lightly, and slowly approached the white fox like a nimble cat.

Ding Chen followed her silently, his tall figure like a solid barrier, guarding Xiaoxuan's safety.

He looked at everything around him with deep eyes, always alert to possible dangers.

Xiaoxuan took out a few fragrant herbs from the medicine bag and gently placed them on the ground.

The white fox's nose twitched, and a hint of curiosity flashed in its green eyes.

It cautiously poked its head out, sniffed the herbs tentatively, and then slowly walked over.

When the white fox got closer, Xiaoxuan finally saw the mark on its body clearly - a strange pattern, like a blooming lotus, or an ancient rune, flashing with a faint silver light.

Xiaoxuan frowned slightly. She observed the mark carefully. Countless medical books and texts flashed through her mind, and a long-forgotten legend gradually emerged before her eyes.

"This... could it be..." Xiaoxuan muttered to herself. Young Master Murong, standing beside her, also noticed the mark on the white fox. A hint of surprise flashed across his elegant face, and he asked curiously, "Miss Xiaoxuan, what did you discover?"

Ding Chen held Xiaoxuan's hand and gave her an encouraging look.

"I believe you," he said firmly.

Xiaoxuan took a deep breath and her eyes became firm.

"If my inference is correct, this white fox is closely related to the ancient legend of our village..." Before she finished speaking, Master Murong moved swiftly, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, completely ignoring Xiaoxuan's previous actions.

"Stop!" Ding Chen shouted, and shot out like an arrow, grabbing the wrist that Master Murong extended.

The force was so great that it made Master Murong's bones crackle and his face twisted and deformed in pain.

"What are you doing?!" Master Murong's eyes were wide open as he struggled to break free from Ding Chen's grip.

"The mark on this white fox is of great importance. I must study it carefully!" He spoke in a hurried tone, with a determined glint in his eyes.

"It is the guardian spirit beast of my village. How can you treat it as you please?" Ding Chen did not give in and increased the strength in his hands.

"If you dare to do that again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Seeing this, Xiaoxuan hurried forward to dissuade him.

"Mr. Murong, Ding Chen is also trying to protect the village. Please calm down." She spoke softly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere between the two.

"I also know a little about the markings on this white fox. Perhaps we can study them together and unravel the secrets."

Xiaoxuan's appearance was like a gentle spring breeze, instantly extinguishing the tension between the two.

Young Master Murong took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly pulled his hand back.

Ding Chen also let go of his hand, but there was still vigilance in his eyes.

Night falls and the stars are shining.

Ding Chen put his arm around Xiaoxuan's shoulders, and they stood side by side at the entrance of the village, looking at the mountains in the distance.

Xiaoxuan leaned gently in Ding Chen's arms, a happy smile on her face.

"No matter what happens, I will protect you and the village." Ding Chen looked down at Xiaoxuan, his eyes as firm as a rock.

His voice was deep and powerful, with a reassuring force.

Xiaoxuan looked up at Ding Chen and said softly, "I believe you."

Under the shadow of a tree not far away, Master Murong quietly watched the two people hugging each other. He sighed softly and turned away.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

Young Master Murong stopped, looked back towards the village, and murmured to himself, "Tonight... is not peaceful..."

Night fell over the small mountain village, and it was so quiet that one could almost hear the heartbeat.

The inky night swallowed everything, only a few sparse stars twinkled faintly, like ghostly eyes, spying on everything in the village.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled, like the whisper of a ghost, which made people feel creepy.

The villagers gathered in the open space in the center of the village, their faces filled with fear and anxiety.

In the darkness, the slightest movement could make them terrified, as if something terrible was lurking in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Whispers spread among the crowd, spreading rapidly like a virus, exacerbating the atmosphere of panic.

"There seems to be some movement outside..." a villager said tremblingly, his voice low and hoarse.

"Could it be... those thieves are back again?" another villager guessed in horror, his face as pale as paper.

Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan walked out of the house side by side, their eyes sharp as torches as they scanned the darkness around them.

Ding Chen's tall figure was like a solid barrier, protecting Xiaoxuan and the villagers behind him.

His keen hearing caught a strange sound, the sound of light footsteps coming from the edge of the village.

"It's them!" Ding Chen said, "These thieves are so stubborn that they dare to come back!"

At Ding Chen's command, the villagers picked up their weapons and prepared for battle.

Under Ding Chen's command, they quickly formed a defense line and surrounded the village.

The thieves sneaked into the village, but they didn't expect that they had already fallen into Ding Chen's trap.

As soon as they showed their heads, they were surrounded by villagers.

Ding Chen led the charge, like a tiger descending from the mountain, his punches and kicks were powerful and every move was deadly.

The thieves were beaten so badly that they ran away with their heads in their hands, wailing one after another, looking like dogs that had lost their homes and in a miserable state.

"Have mercy! We won't dare to do it again!" The thieves cried and begged for mercy on their knees.

Ding Chen snorted coldly and took them all down without mercy.

The villagers cheered and expressed their admiration for Ding Chen in words.

At this moment, the white fox suddenly jumped out of the woods and let out a sharp cry at Xiaoxuan.

The voice was strange and unfamiliar, like some ancient language, full of mystery and unknown.

Xiaoxuan's heart trembled, and an inexplicable premonition came to her mind...

"It...it seems to be saying something..." Xiaoxuan muttered to herself, staring intently at the white fox.