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Liu Fan: “!!!”
His eyes widened, staring fixedly at Wei Fuyuan’s phone screen.
All of this was beyond his comprehension, giving him a surreal feeling as if he was dreaming in broad daylight.
——Oh my goodness, I saw a talking siberian weasel!
Liu Fan’s brain was filled with disbelief, and he didn’t even have time to be shocked by the series of strange events with their cause and effect.
———Is this some kind of dubbing??!
However, the ‘forced confession’ recorded by Wei Fuyuan continued.
In the video, the yellow-furred siberian weasel was wrapped in red ropes, with Bei Quan holding its tail and hitting its head with a stick made of an unknown material.
Although Bei Quan didn’t seem to hit it with much force, every time the stick came down, the weasel screamed in pain as if it had been struck by an electric arc. Its claws thrashed about in agony, looking quite pitiful.
But the words it spoke made it hard for people to sympathize with it.
[“I, I was just confused by evil spirits!”]
[“I felt like someone was telling me that scaring away the Liu family would allow me to take over this place!”]
On the screen, Bei Quan hit the yellow weasel with another stick.
[“Yes, I was foolish! I was foolish!”]
The siberian weasel quickly admitted its mistake.
[“I don’t have any other skills, just some illusion tricks, so I wanted to scare those workers a bit!”]
[“Yes, that’s what you heard, those bugs! It’s all just an optical illusion!”]
[“Really, Master! You know, those illusions don’t have any harmful effects! I didn’t expect them to be driven crazy by my scares!”]
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“Since you say you didn’t intend to kill anyone, what does the hanging rope outside the window mean tonight?”
The yellow weasel, who had just been defending itself confidently, suddenly became speechless.
When it was lying on the courtyard wall and saw the talisman released by Bei Quan turning into a phoenix, it did indeed develop a murderous intent towards this ‘Taoist’ brought by the Liu family.
At that time, Bei Quan was duping to enforcing the incantation, deliberately choosing flashy but ineffective moves, and intentionally made mistakes during the steps and sword dance, making the foolish ‘fish’ he caught think he was just a useless embroidered pillow, only capable of a few illusion tricks to deceive wealthy people.
So, the Weasel Spirit, who was deceived, decided to teach these two a profound lesson. He wanted to scare the Liu family so that they would never dare to invite any more masters, monks, or Taoist priests to interfere with their calamity-crossing matter.
The Weasel Spirit doesn’t have any other skills, but is quite proficient in illusionary arts.
The Huang family had a special skill. They could make people see the things they desired most and become lured by them. Once under its influence, they lose their senses and uncontrollably move towards what they see. There are countless legends like this in folklore.
When the Weasel spirit used this skill, it was usually not just a prank, it wanted to take someone’s life. Because in the direction that the victims moved, there could be cliffs or deep abysses awaiting their demise.
And more often than not, it was a tightly tied noose that people unknowingly put their heads into. In the next second, they become ‘old hanged men’. Even if someone discovered the body later, they wouldn’t suspect anything suspicious. Usually, it was just seen as a simple case of suicide.
This Weasel spirit had already harmed people. Once the line of a beast cultivating immortality is crossed, going from ‘harming’ to ‘killing’ seems like just a small step.
Moreover, the Weasel spirit insisted that a voice kept telling it to take action – to act quickly!
By killing them, no one would dare to interfere with your tribulation again!
So it targeted Wei Fuyuan, who seemed easier to deal with and more susceptible to its tricks.
After all, in the Spirit Weasel’s eyes, Bei Quan may be a mediocre cultivator, but at least he knew some illusion techniques. Who knew if he could see through its tricks?
But Wei Fuyuan, looking at his age, was just barely over twenty… what cultivation could he possibly have?
He was probably just a useless fool who was only good-looking.
As long as one of them died the next day, the other wouldn’t fare well either.
The Liu family would also be dragged into even bigger trouble, and they wouldn’t have time to bother with their ancestral hall for a while.
In this way, it could peacefully guard its elm wood beams and wait for the tribulation to pass. Once its cultivation greatly improved, it could transform into human form and leave this forest.
So, the Weasel Spirit took action, trying to lure Wei Fuyuan to the window and coax him to stick his head into the noose…
[“Uh, well…”]
The Weasel spirit was at a loss for words when Bei Quan asked, unsure of how to cover up for itself.
It saw Bei Quan raising the stick, about to strike and the Weasel quickly started howling and blabbering incoherently, trying to defend itself:
[“I was just momentarily confused! Just momentarily confused, I swear!! I didn’t mean to kill anyone! I-I just wanted to scare you all!”]
Bei Quan struck it twice with the stick.
[“Ow! Ow!”]
[“It’s my fault! I deserve to die!”]
The Weasel spirit cried out even more miserably.
[“But, look! I didn’t harm anyone from the Liu family, did I?! These days, I’ve only been scaring them outside the house!”]
It was trying to prove that it was still a good spirit that didn’t harm people, it only caused mischief in the yard, instead of entering the Liu family’s main house. The trap it had set tonight was just a momentary lapse in judgment.
“Ha, nice try.” Bei Quan sneered and continued to strike Weasel’s spirit’s head six or seven times.
“But, there’s one thing you got right…”
He put away the stick, flipped his wrist, and conjured the Qingguang Vientiane Brush.
“You were ‘momentarily confused’.”
…… ……
……
The video abruptly ended there.
Liu Fan: “…”
He held his phone, eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape, with a look of shock on his face.
After a moment, Liu Fan turned to look at the Siberian weasel in the cage and his lips twitched twice. “Th-this thing, can it speak?”
Wei Fuyuan stretched out his long legs and gave a strong kick to the iron cage, shouting sternly, “Say something!”
[“It’s not your fault! It’s my fault!”]
The Siberian weasel didn’t dare to defy and immediately held its tail, squealing,
[“I won’t dare anymore! I won’t dare anymore!”]
Liu Fan almost bent over in defeat.
It wasn’t dubbed, but the Siberian weasel spoke human words.
Young Master Liu truly believed this time.
“Don’t worry, we will take this Weasel spirit and hand it over to the person in charge of dealing with this.”
Bei Quan said as he reached into his pocket, feeling around, and pulled out four yellow talismans folded into a triangular shape, handing them to Liu Fan.
“And also this, burn them. Let the ashes of the talisman dissolve in water, then have those four workers drink it. The symptoms of confusion and bewilderment will disappear. With proper care and recuperation for three to five months, they will fully recover.”
Given the current situation, Liu Fan had no reason to refuse. He respectfully accepted the talismans and carefully put them in his bag.
“With this matter resolved, you can go ahead and build your ancestral hall without any worries.”
Bei Quan pondered for a moment and added:
“But it would be best to keep the main beam from before. After all, it’s a precious item that can protect the house. It would be a shame to lose it.”
Liu Fan nodded vigorously, indicating that he understood and would follow Bei Quan’s guidance.
“Alright, since we’ve taken care of your request…”
Bei Quan smiled brightly, as radiant as peach blossoms.
“Then, it’s time for me to collect the ‘reward’ we agreed upon earlier.”
Happy Merry Christmas !!!
