Time flies, and it's midnight in the blink of an eye.
Xu Long, inside the carriage, suddenly opened his eyes; something was approaching.
In the darkness, countless weasels swarmed in.
These weasels had run an unknown distance; their fur was disheveled, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were panting heavily with their mouths wide open, many of their tongues sticking out.
Thank goodness we caught up now; if we had run for another day, we probably would have been exhausted to death.
"Sigh, even among monsters, there are Blackheart capitalists who exploit people!"
With a helpless sigh, Xu Long closed his eyes to rest.
Countless weasels swarmed around, and the carriage immediately became unable to move.
"Alert!"
The guards roared and drew their swords, ready to strike.
"What was bound to happen has finally happened!"
The old man shakily stepped down from the carriage, his face filled with despair.
"One must take responsibility for one's actions. Huang Daxian, I killed your grandson. If you want revenge, come at me!"
The old man was quite principled and decided to take all the trouble upon himself.
As for the few monks, Daoist priests, and little demons, they were there just in case.
It turns out that it's impossible to communicate normally with such evil beings; they're either paranoid, insane, vicious, and cruel, or they're mentally unstable.
"Heh, you killed my grandson and you think you can live? Everyone must die!"
A weasel over two meters tall emerged, its body radiating a sinister aura, looking utterly terrifying.
This weasel has white fur all over its body, including its white whiskers; it's unclear how long it has lived.
However, judging from his current state, he is clearly not far from death.
"Monster! Xiu is going to be arrogant!"
"You old monster, you're tired of living!"
"Idiot!"
As the saying goes, "Money can save you from trouble."
Since we've taken their carriage, it's only natural that we should step in when the time comes.
However, when the two humans and the demon rushed out and saw what the Old Weasel looked like, they all retreated back inside.
"Farewell!" ×3
They came and went so fast that no one had time to react before they disappeared.
"Heh, a bunch of petty scoundrels, how dare they be so insolent before the Ancestor!"
The Old Weasel looked disdainful and didn't chase after it.
On the one hand, there's no need to offend both Buddhism and Daoism over this, and on the other hand, I'm too lazy to pursue it.
Its target is this group of humans; all it needs to do is kill them.
"Heaven is truly against me! Heaven is going to destroy me!"
The old man's face was filled with despair.
The world is in misery, and the people are suffering.
The so-called leader of all creatures is being humiliated by these evil and wicked beings.
"Don't cry yet, tell me what happened."
A voice came from the side, and a glimmer of hope appeared on the old man's face.
"My friend, you..."
The old man wiped away the murky tears from his face, hesitating to speak.
"Heh, there really are people who aren't afraid of death!"
The Old Weasel snorted, not in a hurry to kill anyone.
In any case, his men had already surrounded the area, and no one could possibly escape.
"The story begins about six months ago..."
The old man sighed and said, "A weasel stole my chickens, and my grandson broke its leg. But businessmen always value harmony, so we didn't kill it and let it go. Who would have thought it would cause such a disaster? In just two days, my two grandsons and three granddaughters-in-law were all bitten to death, and even my son was crippled. Only then did I realize what had happened; that beast wanted to torture us to death."
"Heh, daring to harm my grandson, they will naturally have to bear the consequences."
The Old Weasel snarled, "Not only your grandson and granddaughter-in-law, but your entire family will die. Anyone who dares to provoke me, the Yellowhide Ancestor, will never have a good end."
"I see!"
Hearing the words of the human and the demon, Xu Long finally understood what was going on.
It's a demonic version of the weasel stealing chickens. Logically, getting beaten up for stealing chickens should be the end of it, but unexpectedly, that weasel is a third-generation demon, someone ordinary people really can't mess with.
"Human, I'm giving you a chance. Either leave, or die with this old bastard."
The Yellowhide Ancestor snorted. Although it couldn't sense any aura, Xu Long's composed demeanor made it decide to proceed cautiously.
"To die together?"
Xu Long chuckled, thinking the Old Weasel was truly foolish. "I won't die, nor will I leave. But you will definitely die today, and your whole family will die."
"What's the meaning?"
Upon hearing Xu Long's words, Yellowhide Ancestor's killing intent involuntarily sharpened.
This is the first time it has ever seen such an awesome human.
"That means none of you disgusting weasels will live."
Xu Long's face was full of sarcasm. "A weasel stealing a chicken deserves to be killed. I spared your grandson's life back then, and instead of being grateful, you dare to seek revenge. Fine, fine, it's fate that we've run into each other, I might as well kill you all."
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Long gave Yellowhide Ancestor no chance to react. With a sweep of his mental power, the souls of all the weasels, including Yellowhide Ancestor, were shattered.
He didn't use his Power of Oblivion; there was no need to use a killing move against such a minor monster.
Upon seeing the scene before him, the old man was stunned and it took him a full five breaths to come to his senses.
"Immortal! Thank you so much, Immortal!"
With the threat of annihilation averted, the old man was overjoyed, tears streaming down his face.
"Let's get going!"
Xu Long waved his hand, turned around and boarded the carriage, but his mental energy was communicating with some unknown old monster.
The old man left a psychic mark on the weasel, which would be activated if the weasel was injured or died.
"Who are you, and why did you kill my offspring?"
Although the old monster was furious, he didn't start cursing right away.
After all, his offspring was quite powerful; someone who could kill it must be no ordinary character.
"He stole a chicken and got his leg broken, but instead of repenting, he caused someone's death. Shouldn't he be killed?"
Xu Long said casually that he didn't expect these monsters to understand human affairs; he was just talking because he was bored.
"It's just a chicken, is it really necessary to break its leg? Do you know how long it will take to repair this injury, and how much effort it will require?"
"You have to bear the consequences of your own actions. You're lucky to have survived, and you still dare to seek revenge? You demons are really tired of living."
Xu Long snorted coldly and crushed the mental energy.
Demons and monsters are mostly devoid of human nature.
Greed, selfishness, cruelty, and ruthlessness—that's human nature.
People like Xiaobai are extremely rare.
Inside a cave somewhere in the ground, an old man suddenly opened his eyes.
Its head was bald, its face resembled a zombie, but its eyes were a ghostly green.
"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"
The old man was surrounded by a terrifying aura, and his angry roar caused the entire cave to shake.
He Wuming or surname, and very few people knew of his existence.
He is the ancestor of all weasels within a radius of ten thousand miles, and also a thousand-year-old monster who shed his beastly body and cultivated into human form.
For many years he had been in seclusion, intending to advance further, but unexpectedly his favorite offspring was killed.
If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, but the other party was even more arrogant and domineering, treating him like he was nothing.
"Hehe, you haven't been out and about for so many years, you've probably forgotten my name."
The old man stood up, his eerie green eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"It's time for the world to feel pain."