Finding One

The weasel was quite sensible. Once it confirmed it could not defeat Pan Yun, it did not even think of running. It simply lay flat and answered every question Pan Yun asked.

It counted its years like a wolf. It had lived in this area through many winters—eight that it could remember—and the ones it could not remember had most likely been spent here too.

Weasels rarely moved house.

Oh, its old home was nearby as well. If needed, it could take Pan Yun to find its old aunt. Its old aunt was older than it was and had lived far longer.

Pan Yun was quite satisfied. "Three summers ago, a Daoist captured a ghost somewhere around here. Do you know about that?"

The weasel lowered its head and gave two squawks. It knew!

Good heavens, that foul Daoist had come for its old aunt back then!

Its old aunt was formidable. Not only had she lived for a long time, she showed no signs of aging. At such an advanced age, her cries were not like their own squawking, squeaking, and chittering. She could make sounds like a human infant.

She had fooled many people with that. Whenever they stole something and humans chased them, she would use it to lure the humans away.

The weasel let out a stream of incoherent squawks at Pan Yun. Wang Cong looked utterly baffled, but Pan Yun listened with great seriousness.

That foul Daoist had stubbornly insisted its old aunt was a weasel demon and wanted to kill her, frightening their entire Lineage into scattering in all directions.

Afterward, they learned to live separately. That way, if they encountered another foul Daoist, they would not all be swept up in one net.

But in the end, the foul Daoist had failed to