A cool, crisp wind blew past.
The outer robe draped over Fang Ping's shoulders fell to the ground, but he didn't notice in the slightest. He just stood there, stunned.
"Jie... Jie'Er?!"
His eyes were glued to the fox-shaped shadow on the ground.
If the person standing opposite him wasn't his eldest son, he would have yelped and run for his life.
But that was his eldest son...
Forcing down the terror in his heart, he tried to call out to Fang Jie again.
He watched as Fang Jie slowly raised his head, his face twisted into an extremely bizarre, warped smile, just like a cunning old fox!
Seeing this, Fang Ping let out a yelp. A chill shot through his entire body.
He remembered a legend his father had told him in his youth: old fox spirits from the mountains loved to possess people, then kill their families when they least expected it.
At this thought, Fang Ping could no longer worry about Fang Jie.
He used all his strength to shout: "Run!"
