"It's such a piece of? Dare to hurt people? ”

Wang Lang snorted coldly, and directly grabbed all the corpses that were cut into two pieces in his hands.

Although he had been dead for several days, I don't know if it was because he was about to become sperm, but the weasel's corpse showed no signs of decay and deterioration, and it looked like he had just died.

"It seems that Huang San, the old goblin, loves it very much, and he has eaten such precious heavenly treasures."

"Heaven and earth?"

Hearing Huang Qi's words, Wang Lang instantly thought of something in some novels.

What eats a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit that has hundreds of years of power, and what kind of 10,000-year-old stone stalactites that can be reborn and achieve the Taoist body after drinking a sip. Could it be that the monster named Huang San gave such a precious thing to this little weasel?

If that's the case......

Looking at the corpse of the little weasel, Wang Lang licked his lips unconsciously.

"What is more than a hundred years old can be called an elixir, and only what is precious in the elixir can be counted as a treasure of heaven and earth. Now it is no more than in ancient times, except for a few places, it cannot escape the exploration of human beings, and the precious medicinal materials in the wild have long been lost. ”

Huang Qi knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw Wang Lang's expression, rolled his eyes and continued: "Because of artificial breeding, many of the previously precious ones such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng are now rotten. Only those wild elixirs that are old enough can be counted as natural treasures. ”

"Just say it directly, if you eat this weasel stew, will it have the effect of heaven and earth."

Wang Lang glared at Huang Qi and asked.

"This little thing's cultivation is too low, and the power of the elixir is stored in the body and is difficult to digest, which is why it is so fat."

"That's good!"

Wang Lang nodded, grabbed the weasel's hind legs with one hand and pulled his ears with the other, and vigorously shook off the dirt on it.

"Prepare for it, it's going to be a tough battle in the evening."

Han Shuai had already gone to the hospital, while his mother had taken him to the crematorium.

In the countryside of Shang County, there are not many customs in terms of weddings and funerals, and generally after the death is confirmed, the crematorium will be pulled down and incinerated, and then a mourning hall will be set up for new friends to worship. All of this process lasts just one day, saving you less effort and money.

Han Shuai's mother's death has been determined, and the cause of death does not need to be identified. Unlike ghosts or souls that leave the body on their own for some reason, Han Shuai's mother's soul has been completely unable to be found, and the life characteristics of her physical body have disappeared, even if she is a god, she will not come back.

The funeral was taken care of by the people in the village, and Wang Lang and Huang Qi said hello to Chen Zhenguo and left first.

Nine times out of ten, there will be a fierce battle at night, and they will face youkai whose intelligence is not inferior to that of humans, so they must not be careless.

In the nameless hill, less than ten miles away from Hanjia Village, rats are hurrying through the shrubs and weeds.

These rats are much thinner than ordinary mice, with little meat on their bodies, and their gray-black fur is messy, and they look like they are malnourished.

However, even so, the rats still ran very fast, and in the passage of weeds and dead branches, it was like hundreds of cats chasing after them.

The rats swarmed and swooped down like locusts crossing the border.

"Squeak Squeak......"

A shrill hissing sound came from a pile of dead branches, a frightened hedgehog that had curled up decisively after spotting the large group of rats.

Normally, these rats would never have the idea of striking hedgehogs unless they were very hungry, because their minions had no advantage over the sharp, dense thorns.

But the rats rushed over as if they had lost their minds, not caring for the pain of the spikes piercing the flesh.

There are so many rats that even wild boars have to run away when they see them.

The badger beasts and wild dogs, which were large compared to rats, all fled in a hurry. The eagles and snakes, which usually feed on rats, have all become food when they can't dodge them.

As one of the four pests, rat tides are far more terrifying than locusts. The latter is just eating plants, while the former will not let go of whatever it is, as long as it can be eaten.

The swarm of rats swarmed by, galloping from the inside of the mountain to the outside, increasing rapidly every minute and every second, and there was no edge in sight as far as the eye could see.

On several hills, on top of a large willow tree more than a meter in diameter, three weasels stood on two feet.

Two of the three weasels had oily fur and were fat, like the pot-bellied bosses of humans. Especially the appearance of the claws behind the back adds a bit of charm.

The other weasel was much thinner than the other two, and its eyebrows and beard had turned white, which was obviously not young.

With his hands behind his back, he bent his waist and was full of twilight like an old man. However, it was such a weasel, its eyes were as scarlet as blood, and it looked even more ferocious when it stood on the thick willow paper.

"Squeak Squeak......"

A shrill cry rang out from the mouth of the old weasel, and the other two fat weasels jumped down from their books as if they had received a command, and when they turned around, they had disappeared into the weeds and bushes.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already dusk.

Huang Qi and Wang Lang sat on a deck chair near a few hills in Hanjia Village, with snacks, fruits and soda on the table next to them, playing with their mobile phones while eating, how comfortable it was.

In front of them were gas canisters and gas stoves, and the cooking in the pots was "gurgling", and a strong smell of meat emanated from them.

"How sure are you?"

Wang Lang glanced at Huang Qi next to him, and there was a layer of anger between his eyebrows.

"Although I haven't dealt with Huang San, I know a lot. The old monster is vicious, cunning and cunning, and if you don't make a move, you will definitely go all out. You broke the spell it placed on Han Tie Rod and Han Shuai before, Huang San will definitely be afraid. It will use whatever it can to kill you, even the entire village. ”

After deciding to deal with Huang San, Huang Qi was even more calm than Wang Lang.

The arrangements were orderly one by one, and the resources that could be used in his hands were not left behind, and the meticulousness of his thoughts made Wang Lang even more embarrassed.

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