After two or three minutes, the spell in Mu Yan's mouth slowly stopped, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and a white light faintly leaked from the palm of the weasel spirit's forehead, and from the gap in the middle, those flowing lights seemed to form some kind of membrane-like structure between the weasel essence's hair.

Time passed slowly, Mu Yan kept this movement motionless, and gradually, his forehead was covered with cold sweat......

Half an hour later, a wisp of blood came out of his nose and dripped down the tip of his nose onto the back of his hand.

But he didn't move, and the rudimentary healing circle behind him worked automatically, repairing the damage in his nasal cavity.

However, the effect of this is not significant, not that the wound cannot be healed, but that after each recovery, the wound will open again not long after, and then the healing circle will have to repeat the last work again......

Almost an hour passed like this, just when the energy of the healing circle behind him was about to bottom out, Mu Yan suddenly snorted, with a painful expression on his face, his hands were slammed away from the weasel spirit's forehead, and the whole person staggered backwards.

Crash!

A small bottle full of powdered medicine fell from the wooden shelf and was brushed to pieces.

He struggled to hold on to the rickety wooden frame, pressed one hand to his face, clenched his teeth, made a low sound in his throat, and his snort was heavy and hard!

Blood flowed from his seven orifices and dripped down his fingers to the ground, his entire face distorted with pain!

At his feet, the healing circle had been running to the extreme, and judging from the incantation that had turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, it seemed that it would not last more than a few minutes before it would be scrapped!

And at this moment, on the test bench not far from him, the weasel spirit that had been sleeping for a long time finally woke up......

It sat up from the cold stone platform, looked at the unfamiliar environment around it a little blankly, was slightly stunned when it saw Mu Yan, and then showed a nervous look on its face, and rolled down from the test bench with one turned over, and its whole body almost lay on the ground!

"Master!" It shouted in a voice that seemed to pinch its nose, and lay on the ground with its ass pouted, not daring to lift its head.

Mu Yan didn't feel strange about its name, he slowly slid to the ground against the wooden frame, lowered his head, pointed to the wooden frame beside him with his bloodstained hand, and said with difficulty: "Go and put that bowl ...... Yellow-green elixir...... Take it! ”

When the weasel spirit heard this, he immediately got up from the ground, ran to the wooden frame, and sent it to Mu Yan with the bowl of medicine Mu Yan was looking for in both hands.

Mu Yan took a handful of the medicine bowl and drank the potion that looked extremely disgusting in it without hesitation......

It turns out that as long as you dare to eat it, those things that look disgusting in color may not taste as disgusting as they seem!

…… It could be even more disgusting!

Mu Yan's face made an extremely complicated change after drinking the potion for a few seconds, the smell of soaking a rat that had rotted for three days in the sewage of the sewer, and finally taking it out and putting it in the garbage pile for three days made his face even more distorted than when he was in pain just now!

But he didn't dare to open his mouth at this time, for fear that he would spit out the magic potion that he had made with great difficulty with one mouth!

So, dozens of seconds later, after making sure that the potion had been completely swallowed by himself, he finally couldn't help but open his mouth wide and let out a violent retching sound to the side.

The weasel spirit hung its head down to its furry belly, crouched to the side with its head in its hands, pretending not to see anything.

This is the survival wisdom it has honed over the years, and if you shouldn't see it, you must pretend not to see it, and if you shouldn't hear it, you must pretend not to hear it, especially when this monster (human) is its owner......

After a long while, Mu Yan's retching finally stopped.

He panted and turned around, ignoring the weasel spirit crouching next to him, which was almost curled into a ball, slowly standing up against the bookshelf, and then staggered to the edge of the wooden chair on the other side and sat down.

Whew-

This comfortable position made his face much better, and he casually took a piece of white gauze for the experiment and wiped the blood all over his face.

——After the bottle of potion was in his stomach, his seven orifices had long stopped bleeding, and the ruptured capillaries on his entire head had been repaired rapidly, and the whole person seemed to have finally gained some energy.

"Raise your head!" He tossed the white gauze aside, rubbed his temples lightly, and said to the weasel in a somewhat hoarse voice.

The weasel spirit immediately pulled his head out of his hand and looked at Mu Yan with a sneer.

In the spell just now, Mu Yan had already used his immature spell to leave the idea in the weasel spirit's mind, "He is the master of the weasel spirit, and the weasel spirit will serve him wholeheartedly".

Now it looks like it's working okay.

To be honest, it is indeed a very dangerous thing to use such an imperfect spell in the unknown brain domain of an inhuman race, if it weren't for Mu Yan's own strong foundation and some experimental data obtained from Mo Xinyu, he might have capsized in it today.

…… But none of this is important compared to what needs to be done at hand.

Mu Yan opened his eyes and looked at the weasel spirit with a tired, but faintly oppressive gaze:

"I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer them truthfully!"

"The little demon understands!" The weasel spirit hurriedly replied as he lay on the ground.

"First ......" He tried to overcome the stinging pain in his mind, and tried his best to clear his thoughts: "Who is the spy of the monster in this Luojiazhuang?" ”

"A monster's spies?" The weasel spirit raised his head and looked at Mu Yan with a puzzled expression.

Mu Yan frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked a different way: "Who are you connected with in Luojiazhuang?" ”

This time, the weasel spirit finally figured it out, and it scratched its paws a little uneasily and said, "Let's follow the net old cow...... Uh, the head of the Jingyuan Road is also in contact with the head of the Qingmu Road. ”

It seems that it is afraid that Mu Yan is a human race, and when it mentions the two of them, it still chooses to replace the bull's nose with the word Dao Chief, but Mu Yan can still see it clearly, and when he said Jingyuan Dao Chang and Qingmu Dao Chief, the weasel spirit showed a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Mu Yan glanced at the weasel spirit lightly, he had already guessed that the Qingjing Concept had a connection with the monsters, and now he was not much surprised to hear this from the mouth of the weasel spirit, what surprised him was the status of the Jingyuan Dao Leader and the Qingmu Dao Leader among the monsters!

"Even such a miserable guy as a weasel spirit dares to despise it, I'm afraid this status is about the same as livestock!" He said secretly in his heart, but then he raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something.

"Livestock ......"

His eyes grew serious.

Speaking of livestock, he suddenly thought of a question, if the status of the Pure View among the monsters is really so low, then it means that they do not have the right to trade equally with the monsters of Lion Camel Mountain!

And judging from the answer to the first question he asked the weasel spirit, the monsters of Lion Camel Mountain don't seem to think that the Jingyuan Daoist and the Qingmu Daoist are their spies!

Neither an equal trader, nor a spy, nor a behind-the-scenes master, what role does pure contemplation play in this?

Mu Yan frowned, feeling as if his thinking had fallen into a dead end, and the positioning of the Pure View suddenly became blurred in his mind.

"It's nothing...... How can it be nothing? He said in his heart: "I must have thought something wrong!" ”

Thinking like this, he straightened up and was about to ask the weasel spirit some more questions, but when his eyes swept over the sneering weasel spirit, he was suddenly stunned, and a somewhat strange idea came to his mind!

"Yes, the answer to me is a youkai, why do I have to think according to the human way of thinking?" He muttered under his breath and leaned back in his chair, the confused look in the weasel spirit when he asked the first question came back to his mind, and a cruel and terrible conjecture suddenly came to his mind!

Mu Yan's face gradually became ugly.

Although the monster named Truth was already entrenched in his mind, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked the question:

"Locke's Cottage...... What is this place in the eyes of your youkai? ”

Where?

Food Colonies?

The weasel spirit was stunned, and then as if he thought of something, he lowered his eyes and whispered: "I overheard my family bear king say, he said...... This is a leek field......"