The Female Fox Spirit Gets Spoiled by the Big Shot

Chapter 141

Chapter 141

On the ground lay a notebook.

It was something that the woman in the black robe had unintentionally dropped from her pocket during the fight.

Zhi Yao bent down and picked up the cowhide notebook. One could tell that the notebook was quite old.

Not only was it yellowed and tattered, but it also carried a strange scent.

The young lady flipped through it casually, and what caught her eye... were some words.

This must have been the diary of the woman in the black robe.

The dates recorded stopped at 1985.

Without time to inspect closely, Zhi Yao skimmed through it and learned the name of the woman in the black robe – Ji Lingshan.

What was recorded here were not really diary entries, but rather Ji Lingshan's notes on learning to capture supernatural creatures.

There was nothing particularly strange in the beginning, but Zhi Yao's gaze fell upon the last page.

"Xuanling Town..." the young lady murmured: "Where is this place?"

She had never heard of such a place before.

Xuanling Town?

Pei Chiyao was also taken aback, his gaze also landing on the notebook.

Why did this place sound somewhat familiar to him?

It seemed... he had heard of it somewhere.

Before he could ponder further, a man's voice interrupted their thoughts.

"Father! Father! Why are you covered in blood!"

Ling Er arrived late, and the usually calm expression on her face was rarely one of shock.

At this moment, Ling Jue had reverted to his human form.

His complexion was slightly pale, and there was fresh blood on his hands and body, his injuries appearing much more severe than Pei Chiyao's.

Ling Er had also sustained some minor injuries, but nothing too serious.

He quickly walked over and supported Ling Jue.

Ling Jue waved his hand, "I'm fine, it's just..."

He looked at Ling Er, wanting to say something but hesitating, as Ling Er had already guessed what his father was about to say.

"Father..." Zhi Yao seemed a bit at a loss. "Are you alright? Second Brother, come help support Father..."

As soon as she said this, Ling Jue immediately stood up straight. "No problem, no problem. I just felt a bit dizzy earlier, but I'm fine now."

Zhi Yao was taken aback. Really, that fast?

Pei Chiyao sneered upon seeing this. "Zhi Yao, look."

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a rather gruesome wound with torn flesh and skin – a horrifying sight.

Zhi Yao gasped in shock and promptly forgot about Ling Jue, turning to Ling Er, "Second Brother, please help support Father."

Ling Er really did not want to get involved, but he had no choice but to hold Ling Jue up while enduring the latter's glares.

Zhi Yao hurriedly went over to examine Pei Chiyao's wound with concern.

In this round, Pei Chiyao had clearly won.

Ling Jue was so angry that he wanted to slash himself with a knife to create a large wound, but doing so would expose his fake vulnerability, and he was afraid of upsetting Zhi Yao...

So he could only glare at Pei Chiyao.

Brat, brat, brat!

No one noticed that at this moment, the dagger embedded in Ji Lingshan's body was humming... as if it was wailing.

Zhi Yao's ears caught this strange sound, and the young lady couldn't help but freeze. "Did you all... hear anything?"

"No." Ling Er did not hear anything.

Pei Chiyao narrowed his eyes and looked behind him.

At the very moment he turned around, the dagger seemed to sense the same thing and suddenly pulled itself out of Ji Lingshan's corpse, flying straight towards Zhi Yao's feet.

Strangely, there was not a single drop of blood on its blade.

It kept trembling on the ground, as if crying.

Zhi Yao squatted down and picked up the dagger, examining it closely.

This action startled Ling Jue so much that he forgot to pretend to be weak, and hastily said, "Zhi Yao! Be careful not to get hurt by it."

No sooner had he spoken than the sheath that had fallen not far away also flew up automatically, and the blade directly inserted itself into the sheath.

Zhi Yao couldn't help but open her eyes wide, "Could it really be afraid of hurting me?"

Upon hearing this, the sword in her hand shook even more violently.

At this point, Zhi Yao also noticed that there seemed to be three characters carved on the hilt of the sword...