"I'm not afraid!" Zhang Chen handed over the food urn with a smile.
"Next time, you can't bring it!" Wang Wu reprimanded Zhang Chen but didn't refuse his good intention and squatted down to eat.
"Isn't there any way to control this in the world?" Zhang Chen looked at Wang Wu devouring the food, then at the unshaven face and disheveled hair of the other and tentatively asked.
"If you encounter it, you can only consider yourself unlucky!" Wang Wu said irritably.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen remained silent, his eyes showing a hint of contemplation. This world confused him. Since there's such mysterious power like the Fox Spirit, why are there no legends of slaying demons?
If there were, it would surely be passed down as myth, and neither he nor Wang Wu would have remained so completely uninformed.
"Perhaps the perspective is too low, or maybe the chance is too rare, that's why not even a word has been passed down," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
