pdf-ebookys Chapter 254 You decide what to do
Chapter 254 You decide what to do
The group walked up the hillside and soon arrived at a newly dug grave.
“This is it,” Yang Zhonghou said, pointing to the burial mound. “We buried the deceased here.”
Just as Li Xiangyang was about to approach and take a closer look, the black cat suddenly arched its back, its fur stood on end, and it let out a low, threatening growl as it stared intently at the grave mound.
The hillside was quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the grass.
Seeing this, everyone became tense.
Suddenly, the grass beside the grave mound stirred, and a large weasel darted out and quickly stood in front of the grave mound.
The weasel was twice the size of an ordinary weasel, with golden fur, a forked tail, and a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.
"My God! There really are three weasels!" Yang Zhonghou exclaimed, taking a few steps back.
Before Li Xiangyang could react, more than a dozen weasels of all sizes darted out of the surrounding bushes and surrounded the grave mound.
"Don't move," Li Xiangyang whispered, "Let's see what they're going to do."
The largest three-tailed weasel suddenly moved. It stood on its hind legs, crossed its front paws in front of its chest, bowed to the grave mound, and then turned around, staring straight at Li Xiangyang and his group.
Wang Ergou slowly raised his hunting rifle and aimed at the large weasel: "Brother Xiangyang, should we just shoot it?"
"Let's see how evil it is. I refuse to believe this evil today."
Although the weasel's behavior was strange and bluffing, now that it had appeared and had a physical form, Li Xiangyang wanted to see if its tricks could actually stop a bullet.
"Alright, today I'll see whether a bullet is harder or the Yellow Immortal's magic is greater!"
After Wang Ergou finished speaking, he was about to fire his gun.
At the same time, Li Xiangyang also pointed his gun at the big weasel.
Seeing that the two were serious, Yang Zhonghou and the other villagers rushed forward and blocked their way.
"Don't hit him! Don't hit him!" Yang Zhonghou shouted in a panic. "This is Huang Daxian! Hitting him will bring retribution!"
"What 'Great Immortal Weasel'?" Li Xiangyang frowned. "Isn't it just a bunch of wild weasels?"
"This isn't an ordinary weasel," an old man in the village said urgently. "Look at it, it's glowing with golden light, and that one with three tails—it's definitely a powerful weasel spirit! If we kill it, the village will suffer a great calamity!"
Li Xiangyang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and signaled Wang Ergou to put down his gun for the time being.
"If you won't let me fight, what exactly do you want?" Li Xiangyang's tone was icy. "Are you planning to feed and treat me like this? Then let me ask you, how long can you keep doing that?"
The villagers looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.
Just then, a man stepped out from the crowd and said loudly, "That's right, we should make offerings. Yesterday, the Weasel spirit appeared to me in a dream and told me that as long as each household prepares offerings, places them in front of the graves, and worships them for three days and three nights, they will forgive us and leave the village."
This man is Han Deshun, a notorious lazybones in the village, and usually no one wants to talk to him.
However, now that everyone hears that he was visited in a dream by Wong Tai Sin, they instantly feel awe towards him.
This made him feel very useful, and he straightened his back.
"Oh? A dream? That's novel. What offerings does the immortal want?" Li Xiangyang asked.
"Eggs, meat, grains, and..." Han Deshun paused, "...each family should bring their most precious treasure to show their sincerity. The sage didn't explicitly say, but in my opinion, bringing something worth ten or eight yuan would definitely demonstrate our sincerity."
Upon hearing this, the villagers began to discuss it animatedly, with most nodding in agreement.
After all, in their eyes, some food and a few dollars are nothing compared to the peace and tranquility of the entire village.
Seeing this scene, Li Xiangyang's anger burned even brighter.
He turned to look at Wang Ergou, who also had an angry expression on his face.
“Alright,” Li Xiangyang slowly walked up to Han Deshun, “did the Yellow Immortal tell you in your dream why they appeared at this particular time?”
"This..." Han Deshun stammered, "...is because we dug up the grave."
"Is that so?" Li Xiangyang sneered, suddenly grabbing Han Deshun's collar. "Then let's see if your mouth can tell the truth!"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Xiangyang slapped Han Deshun across the face twice, making him see stars and his cheeks swell up instantly.
"Speak! What exactly happened?" Li Xiangyang roared.
Han Deshun was stunned by the sudden violence; his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
“I…I…”
"Is it a weasel you've tamed?" Li Xiangyang pressed. "Are you trying to use this as an opportunity to make money?"
Han Deshun's face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground: "I...I don't have that ability, I just...I was just appeared in a dream by Huang Daxian..."
"Ha!" Li Xiangyang sneered. "You're not telling the truth, are you? Since Huang Daxian appeared to you in a dream, then you're no ordinary person. It seems the criticisms of the past two years weren't thorough enough, and we missed you, this great deity. In that case, I've done my job today. As long as I hand you over to my superiors..."
"No, I... Wong Tai Sin didn't appear in my dream, I made it all up..."
Thinking of what happened to all the experts in previous years, Han Deshun immediately cowered.
“Even though it’s made up, I… I’m doing it for the good of the village,” Han Deshun argued. “Besides, how do you know my method won’t work if you haven’t tried it? If everyone works together, maybe we really can get rid of them…”
"What a joke!" Li Xiangyang snapped. "Even if your method works this time, what if they come back again? How rich is your village? Can you afford for them to come every few days? If you have no objections, then I'll leave."
At this moment, two elderly people came out from the villagers; they were Han Deshun's parents.
The elderly couple were filled with shame when they saw their son's disgraceful behavior.
"This child has always been a liar," the elderly father said, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry, we didn't raise him well, and he's caused everyone so much trouble..."
After saying that, the elderly couple pulled Han Deshun away from the scene in a dejected manner.
Watching Han Deshun and his family leave, Yang Zhonghou sighed and turned to Li Xiangyang: "Brother Li, I'm truly sorry, you must have found this amusing."
Li Xiangyang shook his head: "It's alright, people's hearts are inherently complex. But what do you plan to do now?"
Yang Zhonghou looked at the pack of weasels in front of the grave with a troubled expression: "Then...then what's going on with these weasels? Why are they gathered here? Have they really become spirits?"
Li Xiangyang stared at the pack of weasels, pondered for a moment, and said, "To be honest, I can't figure it out either. But if you want me to solve it, there's only one way—fight them, skin them alive, and kill as many as you can."
“This…” Yang Zhonghou hesitated, “But what if they really are…”
“What do you mean by ‘real or fake’?” Li Xiangyang interrupted him impatiently. “Do you believe me or not? If you do, let Er Gou and I handle it. If you don’t, you can figure it out yourselves. We’re going back now.”
Yang Zhonghou looked at the surrounding villagers, then at the pack of weasels, and finally made up his mind: "Okay, I trust you. Whatever you say, we'll do."