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"": "Three long tails slipped out of his collar and swayed gently against his chest.
The old yellow weasel abruptly bowed low to the ground, showing the utmost respect.
Then the old yellow weasel turned and crawled forward.
It looked so human that its crawling no longer resembled a weasel's movements, but those of an old man moving along on all fours.
The sight was utterly bizarre.
They had barely gone a few steps before Luo Bin felt an indescribable chill closing in from every direction.
And it was not just a chill. He felt eyes on them, dozens, hundreds, perhaps even more.
Without Bai Wei leading the way, they would never have been able to enter Sawu Mountain.
Every so often, the old yellow weasel stopped crawling and gave two rasping cries, sounding exactly like an old man coughing.
Luo Bin raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The sky looked the same, but it felt different to him.
Cabinet Mountain, for instance, felt permeated with fear, while Floating Tortoise Mountain was steeped in decay, mold, and deathly stillness.
Sawu Mountain felt deeply sinister.
Luo Bin could not describe it precisely. It simply felt sinister here.
Was it because there were so many snakes, rats, and similar creatures that had become Immortal Creatures, attaining a kind of supernatural sentience?
As they approached the foot of the mountain, a path leading upward came into view.
An Immortal Tower stood beside the path.
Its door opened, and a small, thin old man stepped out, wearing a fur coat and carrying a tobacco pipe.
The old man scrutinized Bai Wei.
"What are you staring at?"
Third Master Hu's thin, eerie voice once again emerged from Bai Wei's mouth.
"Hss!" The old man hurriedly lowered his