Zhu Dage immediately told Jiang Ming about the legend of the fox.
"Could it be a fox?"
Jiang Ming guessed. He attached a barrier to the surroundings. These barriers were transparent and could not be seen.
"Is this thing useful?"
Zhu Dage felt that something had been added, but he could not pinpoint what it was exactly. He kept swallowing his saliva.
"Aaah! Waaah!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of collisions and wails came from the air.
Zhu Dage immediately beamed with joy. He clapped his hands and said, "It was a success!"
Then, he could not help but think highly of Jiang Ming.
No wonder this kid was appreciated by King Fengyu. This kid had some skills!
If it were him, he would beg this kid to work for him.
"No, don't talk."
Jiang Ming found a red stream of blood on the ground. He immediately pressed the acupuncture points on Zhu Dage's mouth to render him silent and sent him a secret message.
Zhu Dage did not know what was going on, but when he saw the red blood, his heart thumped.
What the hell was this? How could such a thing appear?
"I've never had a kid who's above the Soul Formation Realm. Are you here to be my appetizer?"
A loud laugh sounded in the air. It was accompanied by a clamor.
"We came here with no other intentions. We just want to get a feather from the Siming Bird."
Jiang Ming did not want to fight, so he responded to the voice in his heart.
The red stream of blood suddenly flowed back.
Zhu Dage had been observing the movement of the stream and immediately understood why Jiang Ming said this.
The stream of blood captured people based on sound.
"Sure, as long as you obediently hand over your spiritual energy and flesh."
The voice was a little unreasonable.
Zhu Dage heard it clearly and was so angry that he wanted to argue with the voice.
If Jiang Ming had not pressed the acupuncture points of his vocal cords, he would have attracted the stream.
Jiang Ming finally understood.
This thing in the dark could not be reasoned with at all, and reasoning with it was a waste of time.
Noticing the huge spider webs on the trees beside him, Jiang Ming had a plan in mind.
"Don't move here. Be still," he said to Zhu Dage in his heart.
Without waiting for Zhu Dage to reply, Jiang Ming lifted his feet and soared into the air. He directly approached the spider web.
The moment he got up, Jiang Ming felt a chill on his back as if something was attacking him.
He turned around and slashed at the air according to his instincts.
A red flame appeared in the air and formed a human figure.
However, the figure did not make any sound. Jiang Ming originally wanted to pull the spider web apart, but he did not do that.
At this moment, Zhu Dage seemed to be in pain and kept rolling on the ground.
The rolling sound immediately attracted the red stream that had lost its direction.
The red stream slowly moved toward Zhu Dage, and Zhu Dage's panicked voice attracted Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming noticed that the red stream was about to touch Zhu Dage. He rushed over and lifted Zhu Dage up.
However, Zhu Dage's pain did not lessen at all. Jiang Ming looked at the figure that was still burning with red flames and realized something.
He raised his hand and extinguished the red flames. Zhu Dage immediately stopped rolling in pain and was in the same state as before.
Jiang Ming frowned.
What kind of strange spell was this? This thing could actually transfer its pain to another person.
However, should not this pain be transferred to its own body? How could this pain be transferred to Zhu Dage?
Zhu Dage finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt better.
He did not know what was going on, but his entire body felt like it was on fire. The pain was unbearable, and he even felt a little hopeless.
Zhu Dage raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Ming. His mouth moved, wanting to say something to him, but in the end, he simply stopped talking.
"What are you trying to say?"
Seeing Zhu Dage's actions, Jiang Ming asked Zhu Dage in his heart.
Only then did Zhu Dage speak. He also replied to Jiang Ming in his heart, "Ning Caichen, I saw footprints on the ground just now. This ground should be moist soil."
This sentence gave Jiang Ming a hint. Jiang Ming started looking down to see if there were any footprints.
After a while, the footprints began to appear. They sank in step by step, as if someone was walking.
Jiang Ming still pretended that he was lost. When the owner of the footsteps became more and more presumptuous, he rushed over and grabbed the throat of the owner of the footsteps.
In an instant, the owner of the footsteps revealed their true form. It was a weasel with fox ears.
When the weasel saw that it had been exposed, its entire body emitted a strong stench.
However, Jiang Ming had already sealed his sense of smell, so he could not smell the weasel at all.
On the contrary, Zhu Dage, who was covering his nose, was about to faint from the stench.
Zhu Dage was some distance away from the weasel and was still affected.
Seeing Zhu Dage like this, the weasel was very proud. However, when it was Jiang Ming's turn, it could not smile.
Its neck was still tightly gripped by Jiang Ming's hand.
It felt that if Jiang Ming bent his hand slightly, its neck would break.
This made it feel uncomfortable.
"You stupid human, let go of me! Otherwise, you'll suffer!"
A hoarse voice entered Jiang Ming's ears. Jiang Ming realized that the weasel was not the one who spoke just now, and he immediately became vigilant.
When the weasel realized that he had exposed its accomplice, it immediately stopped talking and felt regretful.
How could it have spoken without paying attention?
The weasel's accomplice also noticed this and rushed straight at Jiang Ming's neck.
Jiang Ming felt a chill on his neck again and immediately understood who was behind him.
He grabbed the weasel's neck and lifted him up, turning him toward the cold spot.
The weasel felt that it had bumped into something, but it could not think because of Jiang Ming' hold on it.
Not only that, but it also felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. It felt like it was about to faint.
"You evil person, hurry up and put me down."
The weasel could not stand it anymore. It shouted at Jiang Ming, and it became restless.
Jiang Ming did not want to forgive the weasel and threw it in another direction.
The weasel's body was covered in bruises.
"Damn it!"
