After inheriting the inheritance, the salted fish was forced to turn over

Chapter 118 I Said It Was an Indiscriminate Disaster
Liao Zihan frowned slightly, and looked at him, "Can you tell us what happened?

The formation here must be solved, otherwise this sprite cannot be taken out.

There is no way for those behind the scenes to be brought to justice. "

As soon as he asked this, all the weasels fell silent.

The transparent weasel smiled and said, "Since no one wants to say it, let me do it."

"Little aunt!" The big weasel stopped him loudly, his eyes filled with disapproval.

The transparent weasel looked at him, eyes full of kindness.

"Now I am the only one left among the ancestors, if we don't solve this formation, it will harm my children and grandchildren.

Compared with my own safety that may be ruined at any time, I want our family to prosper more.

It's just that I don't know if I can explain the whole thing clearly with my body being backlashed by the oath of heaven.

If I can't tell, I'll leave it to you.

As the patriarch of the entire clan, you should also assume your corresponding responsibilities, so that we can leave with peace of mind. "

Hearing what the old transparent weasel said, tears from many little weasels rolled down like broken beads, pattering down.

The transparent weasel touched the little weasel with its paws, determination was written in its eyes.

Turning to Liao Zihan, he said: "It's a long story, 130 years ago, our weasel clan already had a large group here.

People who have died for generations are buried here.It's just that at that time, everyone still practiced after death, hoping to become ghosts and immortals, and to have more contact with future generations.

But the sky does not follow people's wishes, there are too few auras in this world.It is not easy to cultivate to become an immortal while alive, let alone become a ghost immortal after death?
But after a long time, everyone has become accustomed to this, and still lives how to live.

But this peaceful day did not last long.

Suddenly one day, the weasels in our group started disappearing.At first, it was one or two per day, and then there were more and more, and finally it became five or six per day.

Although it is easier for us to reproduce than humans, and our ethnic group is much larger than humans, we cannot tolerate others hurting our offspring.

So we set up secret sentries at the foot of the mountain, trying to see who took away our descendants.

As a result, this whistle-blower made us discover something that made us feel hairy.

At that time, it was a period of severe drought, and the grains in the ground were not harvested. Ordinary people were hungry every day and could not survive at all, so they tried to find a way to go to the mountains to hunt.

At the beginning, I caught some rabbits, pheasants, and wild ducks.But these things run very fast, and then they started to set up traps, put some poisonous smoke in the traps, stun the prey, and then take them back to eat.

But they didn't know when they started to discover that the drug had an inexplicable attraction to the weasel.

As long as the incense is on, a weasel will inevitably appear in the trap.

Probably thinking that catching weasels is better than other things, and I don’t know who came up with the idea, so I started using that strange incense to seduce weasels.

At the beginning, they were not very courageous, and only took one or two away every day.But as time went by, they began to take five or six away every day.

Our secret whistle happened to catch a man who came to lure the weasel on purpose, caught him on the spot, and tore him to pieces.

Our clan has always protected our shortcomings, so we gathered all the clan members and went to those villages down the mountain to find someone to settle accounts.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but your heart is cold when you look at it.

Every household has the skin of a weasel, and everyone has a causal line with us.

All have eaten our people.

At that time, we Manchus didn't think about anything, the only thought was to slaughter these greedy humans and let them know what would happen if they killed us.

Those human beings are very fragile, there is no way to resist our harm, and the two sides are in a one-sided battle.

But a man in Taoist robes appeared from nowhere, and swung us away with a swish of floating dust.

We are naturally not angry.Just reason with him.

The damned man looked at us sympathetically.Saying that we are indeed right, these people hurt us, and we have nothing wrong with killing them.

But the dead are gone, and the living should live a good life.

We naturally disagree. After all, those little weasels who died were all people who had not yet transformed, and they didn't even leave their souls after they died.

What's the difference between this and Soul Flying Po San?
But the man stood there, protecting the people in those villages, and we couldn't do anything to hurt them.

So this matter has been deadlocked for more than three months, and the two parties had to negotiate peace again.

As a result of the final negotiations, he can build a Fengshui array for us on our ancestral graves, allowing our ancestors to cultivate ghosts and immortals to transcend the three realms.

Those little weasels who died can naturally return to their ancestors' graves and practice together with their ancestors.

It's another way to live in this world.

And his method needs to cover up the way of heaven. From then on, we will no longer be able to see the souls of the ancestors in the ancestral graves, and we cannot mention everything related to this formation to others.

Otherwise, all the souls in our ancestral graves will be scattered in an instant..."

The transparent weasel spirit wanted to say something more, but the color of his body became lighter and lighter, and at the end of the speech, it was so transparent that it was almost impossible to see his figure clearly.

Enduring his physical weakness, he finished what he could say, and tried his best to bear more for his juniors.

In the end, he just looked at the weasels with a look of reluctance, and said with his mouth: "I'm leaving, you have to be good, and goodbye forever."

In an instant, the entire transparent weasel turned into a small golden spot of light, exploded in the air, and disappeared into the world.

All the weasels hugged their heads and cried at once, and the sound of "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

But no one stopped them.

This matter was a fraud from beginning to end, and the injured were the weasels from beginning to end.

The townspeople at the foot of the mountain must be the descendants of those villagers back then.

Weasels want to kill them, and they have their own reasons.

The big weasel took a deep breath and looked at them with a look of despair.

"I know you are on the human side, we don't need to kill the people in the town, but I want a result.

I want that Taoist surnamed Shu, and I want him to die on our family's ancestral grave to comfort my ancestors.

If not, even if we do our best, I will definitely let every descendant in those villages get what they deserve.

Bloodline Curse Kill, no one wants to escape! "

Shu Yao whose ancestral home is the town below the mountain: ...

(End of this chapter)