Sky coffin

Through the pale moonlight, I could clearly see what the black shadows were.

It turned out to be one weasel after another.

These weasels come in different sizes, with anthropomorphic expressions on their furry faces, and their sneaky little eyes keep turning.

I originally thought these weasels would attack me, but what I didn't expect was.

These weasels actually stopped outside the magic circle.

They were restless for a while, then lined up neatly, stood up straight, and then put their two little paws on their chests with an extremely pious expression.

They raised their heads and bowed three times to the bright moon in the sky.

This situation left me in a daze.

They really look like little people one after another, praying devoutly to the moon.

When Mr. Ma saw this scene, he was slightly startled, and then his expression changed drastically.

"Weasel worships the moon!"

When I heard these five words, I was slightly stunned.

My grandfather once told me that weasels worship the moon. They have only one purpose in doing so, and that is to collect the purest feminine spiritual energy during the full moon for cultivation.

But their behavior makes me confused.

Their ancestors are suffering, but they actually want to worship the moon and practice? !

Is it possible that we want to collectively transform into humans? And then attack us?

Mr. Ma rushed into the group of weasels in a blink of an eye. He used his methods to stop the weasels from worshiping the moon.

But there are simply too many weasels.

Mr. Ma simply can't handle it alone.

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky suddenly became brighter.

Beam after beam of moonlight fell from the sky, shining on the bodies of these weasels. Then the weasels slowly opened their mouths, and one after another cold light was transmitted into the body of Mr. Huang San.

Seeing this scene, I finally understood why Mr. Ma was so nervous.

These weasels worship the moon not for themselves, but for Mr. Huang San.

They are using the moonlight to transmit demonic power to Mr. Huang San!

Boom!

The huge golden magic circle began to tremble, and Mr. Huang San in the middle of the magic circle was still breaking free from the shackles of the golden rope.

I looked at Mr. Huang San with horrified eyes.

In less than thirty seconds, the demonic energy emanating from his body became many times more powerful.

I silently recited the Golden Light Mantra in my heart, and dazzling golden light spread out from all over me.

I want to use the golden light spell to strengthen my control over the magic circle.

After the magic circle was strengthened, it instantly became stable.

But those weasels are still worshiping the moon, so I won't be able to survive for long.

Moreover, I have no way to help Mr. Ma now.

Mr. Huang San shouted loudly, and the demonic aura around him became stronger.

Countless golden ropes began to break, and the magic circle began to become illusory and uncertain.

Mr. Huang San's body began to change. He was lying on all fours and his body was getting bigger.

The originally sparse hair has become thicker!

After a while, a huge weasel came into my sight.

This is... the true identity of Mr. Huang San!

The huge weasel had lush hair and a color as bright and dazzling as gold. When the night wind came, the hair was as smooth as ripples on the sea!

Apart from the powerful demonic aura, this weasel gives people a feeling of calmness and self-power.

The feeling of oppression filled me instantly.

Mr. Huang Santai swung his huge tail, and the entire magic circle shattered.

The magic circle turned into a burst of golden light and disappeared into the secret sky.