"Fatty, wake up, it's time to go."
Hu Bayi shook Fatty's body, and Fatty finally woke up from his dream.
"Old Hu, I dreamed that Wang Fei and I argued, and she banished me overseas as punishment, and assigned me several female ghosts to torment me."
Fatty's voice was choked with tears.
Zhang Tian: "??? Is there such a good thing?"
Then, amidst Fatty's grumbling, Zhang Tian and the others slowly exited the tent.
Outside the tent, Zhang Qilin was standing at the cave entrance, gazing outwards.
He seemed lost in thought.
"Did you find anything?"
Zhang Tian looked over.
"Someone came last night."
Zhang Qilin looked at the snow-covered ground not far away, his voice low.
"Second Brother, there's nothing in this snow, not even a footprint. Could it be that Second Brother, you have golden eyes?"
Fatty shook his neck, his voice not loud.
"These people probably left in the morning."
Zhang Qilin said, and he bent down, gently blowing on the snow in front of him.
A few very small animal footprints appeared.
The footprints were shallow, likely covered by snow after several rounds.
"Weasel tracks, so many of them."
Hu Bayi looked at the footprints around, frowning slightly.
"Fatty, pack up, we're leaving."
"They didn't succeed last night, they'll definitely come back."
Zhang Tian said, and Fatty quickly turned back to pack up the erected tent.
Soon, with Fatty carrying a large backpack, the group was once again walking on the snowy ground.
"Let's go that way."
Hu Bayi pointed in a direction using Feng Shui, and the group continued to advance.
"Boss, do you think those weasels are that terrifying? We captured the ones we saw before easily, didn't we?"
Fatty asked from the side.
"Those ordinary weasels are naturally easy to deal with, but Fatty, think about it, if you had said they were humans back then, would their strength have increased dramatically?"
Hu Bayi said, and Fatty finally nodded, saying no more.
The group walked for an unknown amount of time.
Suddenly, Zhang Qilin raised his hand, and everyone stopped.
"Ahead, the evil aura is very strong."
Zhang Qilin said softly, and he even walked ahead.
The air seemed to become still, and the sound of footsteps on the snow could be heard.
Gradually, a rather eerie scene appeared before their eyes.
"Boss, is this a sacrifice?"
Fatty shivered involuntarily, looking at the scene before him.
Before a small grave mound, a spirit tablet appeared. In front of the tablet was a young cabbage, along with some pork and wine.
On the ground, there were clear traces of human footprints.
"Honored Seat of the Yellow Immortal!"
Fatty read the stone tablet word by word.
"Good heavens, Boss, a dead person can be called an immortal?"
Fatty couldn't help but complain.
"Old Hu, I think we miscalculated."
Zhang Tian's entire being felt unwell upon seeing this, his face turning grim.
This was the grave of the Yellow Great Immortal, wasn't it?
Below it was likely a weasel tomb.
There were probably no less than a thousand, if not ten thousand, weasels inside.
If they were all as strong as that, Zhang Tian might be worn down to death.
"Previously, we thought that what the weasels said about the east was a trap set for us. But we didn't expect that they were actually lying, but they were lying about their home not being there, while we speculated that there was a trap."
"Their home should not be in the east, but in the south."
"The exploration team's diary, they were already confused, how could they distinguish directions?"
Zhang Tian said with a depressed expression. In other words, Zhang Tian had predicted the weasel's prediction, but who knew that the weasel was just a Bronze-tier scrub. Zhang Tian's prediction fell through.
Hu Bayi licked his lips.
"Boss, I have a bad feeling."
Hu Bayi spoke, and in an instant, Zhang Tian's back turned cold!
"Careful!"
Zhang Qilin shouted suddenly, and his figure moved like lightning. The next moment, he was behind Zhang Tian.
He thrust out a blade, and a black shadow that had been behind Zhang Tian instantly vanished.
"An evil entity is ambushing."
Zhang Qilin said calmly.
Zhang Tian's clenched hand relaxed.
Indeed, the gap in strength was too great. Zhang Qilin could detect it immediately, but he could not.
This was the generational gap between masters.
"Is this a ghost?"
Looking at the black smoke dissipating behind him, Zhang Tian's heart trembled.
"Boss, look behind you quickly."
Fatty shouted again, pointing towards the nearby woods.
Everyone looked.
And gasped.
On a tree branch not far away, a person was hanging.
To be precise, it was a skinned corpse!
Seeing this, Zhang Tian hurried over.
"Such cruel methods. This person wasn't killed, but frozen to death."
Xie Yuchen looked at the corpse and said.
"You know?"
"I've studied some medicine."
Xie Yuchen learned from his master, and injuries were inevitable during performances. To treat them promptly, learning medicine was essential.
"This person is likely a villager from a nearby village. Perhaps the offerings were also brought by him."
"I didn't expect these weasels to be so despicable. Even with offerings and sacrifices, they still killed him."
Zhang Tian's brows furrowed, and he had already developed a murderous intent.
These weasels were truly disgusting. Not only did they consume the villagers' offerings, but they even went so far as to not spare the villagers.
Indeed, the establishment of Xin Xia Nation and the prohibition of animal spirits was the right decision.
"Old Hu, how despicable! These weasels are truly like idiots pouring tea for a widow, utterly idiotic!"
Fatty spat out a string of profanities. He even ran back and kicked the spirit tablet on the small grave, breaking it in half.
"You bastard, Fatty will kick you to death."
Fatty cursed while jumping on the small grave mound, as if he were dancing.
Zhang Tian watched the man's death condition and didn't stop Fatty.
Because Zhang Tian also wanted to vent his anger.
"Qingfeng Mountain is located in the Daxing'anling region. There are villagers nearby, so it's normal. Old Hu, Qilin, it seems that if we have the chance, we must exterminate these weasels."
Zhang Tian's voice carried a killing intent.
You become an immortal, that's not my business. But you used villagers to become an immortal and then killed them, this makes Zhang Tian very angry.
A group of beasts, daring to ride on people's heads, weren't they just asking for death?
Hu Bayi and Zhang Qilin nodded.
"Boss, what do we do?"
"Let's find a Taoist temple first, and then head east."
"Fatty is dancing on the weasel's grave, I think those guys will come out soon, let's retreat first."
Zhang Tian said. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a sinister voice came from within the grave.
"You lowly beings, how dare you defile this Immortal Venerable's seat? What crime do you deserve?"
The voice was sinister and carried a hint of coldness, making one's hair stand on end.
The next moment, an aged hand emerged forcefully from the grave.
This was followed by a series of squeaking sounds like those of rats.
At Fatty's feet, hundreds of weasels suddenly appeared.
Some of these weasels were small, while others wore human skin, looking exceptionally bizarre.
They burrowed out from underground, their eyes even bleeding.
In the dim snowy landscape, the sudden appearance of so many living dead was enough to inspire fear.
Fatty quickly retreated upon seeing this.
"Boss, there are too many of them."
Hu Bayi's voice was heavy.
Even if the lowest-level weasels were of the weakest cultivation, facing so many, they wouldn't be able to withstand them.
Zhang Tian regretted it now, wishing he had brought Wu Tianzhen along.
If he had brought him, wouldn't this tomb have been blown up without him having to do anything?
"Alas, a miscalculation, a miscalculation! I forgot to bring the small bombs!"
Zhang Tian felt a pang of regret, but he dared not delay facing these weasels.