I was so happy that I didn't expect there to be a hairy mouse. Looking at Chuan Chuan and Ma Chengcheng, who were chasing the hairy mouse away, I hesitated for a moment, but followed the swaying grass to chase the one I found.

The second hairy mouse is not as fast as the first one, it has been picking grass to run, looking at the frequency of the weeds shaking, I estimate that the size should not be small. Thinking that if I caught it for a while, Ma Chengcheng and they might not know how to look at me differently, and I became more and more energetic to chase the hairy mice. The hairy mouse stopped and stopped, and I followed it closer and closer, and every time I looked at it, I touched it, and the hairy mouse always turned around and ran into another weed.

I couldn't catch it, and seeing it run not far in front of my eyes, I was a little discouraged, and straightened up to rest. When I stood up, I unconsciously looked around, and I immediately got goosebumps.

Not far away, a familiar old locust tree is bathing in the sun, and its slender and slender leaves are densely turning to hide the shadow under the tree. The weather is fine today, but I'm in an ice cellar at the moment.

Isn't this the back mountain we came to yesterday?

Who would have thought that I would run back after three or four rounds, and I really regretted it a hundred times at that time, and I was annoyed that I had chased the mouse.

The weeds shook a little, and out came a brightly colored animal, which looked at me with bright eyes, raised its forelimbs and bowed, and ran behind the old locust tree. I was stunned when I saw it, and I just felt cold from head to toe.

What kind of hairy mouse is this?!

I was watching TV a while ago, and when I was tuning the channel, I switched to the animal world. The documentary that was shown at the time showed animals that were very distinctive, and I couldn't help but look at them a few more times. The name of the animal being played is Weasel, and after hearing the name, I was still wondering if it was related to the skunk, so I paid some attention at the time, and then I realized that the weasel is what we often call a weasel.

Just now, an animal I've only seen in a documentary is making a gesture at me!

I'm a bit of a homebody, and in addition to chasing Detective Sherlock, I like to watch some mess. Cultivating immortals and cultivating true fantasy science fiction, miscellaneous places also know a lot of side doors, as for the authenticity, there is no way to verify, it is a fresh picture, once a lot of rural ghost stories involve elves and eccentric, they are often indispensable to yellow skins.

Yellow skin is a folk name, which is a weasel, and some of us still call weasels yellow cats. Weasel is often demonized, and the weasel who becomes a spirit at every turn takes revenge on people, and I don't know about those gods and gods, and I don't dare to speculate. All I know is that experienced old people say that there are three animals that cannot be provoked in the countryside: the snake roller, the red fox, and the yellow skin.

On the one hand, it is because these things are easy to have ancient essences, and on the other hand, they are too vindictive, if you provoke the house, don't think about peace, if you can't make trouble, your diaphragm should kill you.

Of the three animals, weasels tend to be the most evil ones.

Just like what I often see about the ancient spirits of the countryside, the somewhat evil weasels are all respected as the Yellow Skin Immortals.

I think of that weasel's heart is getting more and more bottomless, this is respected as a yellow-skinned immortal, how can I afford it to worship?

I don't know where the memory comes from, I always feel as if I have heard that the people who have been worshiped by the yellow skin will die, the Lechuan River will not be crossed, the Hades Palace will not be accepted, and the resentment will not be reborn, and I can only become a little ghost under the hands of Huang Tai Sin, and I will never be free. The shadow under the old locust tree was so great that I went down the mountain in a daze, and I couldn't even remember how I got back to my grandmother's house.

Ma Chengcheng was in the dojo, and when he saw my lost soul, he asked repeatedly. My mind was full of weasels and I didn't know where to start. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I didn't have time to organize the language so I said it all to Ma Chengcheng, I thought she would be startled and help me think of countermeasures, who knew that she actually laughed directly after listening to my guess.

Her reaction was so angry that I jumped to my feet, not to say much, my life would be in danger if I didn't do it well, and she actually listened to it as a joke? And laughed out loud? She didn't take me seriously at all!

Ma Chengcheng was not in a hurry, but asked me not to think about it, and then told me about what she encountered yesterday afternoon: it turned out that Ma Chengcheng took the time to go to the back mountain before dinner yesterday, and she was not going to explore or find excitement this time. It's just that I was going to deliver things to other families at that time, and my mother was too lazy to walk, so she used a bag of snacks to send Ma Chengcheng to run errands for her. After some bargaining, Ma Chengcheng took another bag of ham and went out. The only way to go to that family is the road and the back mountain, the road is too far Ma Cheng is troublesome, she relied on her own courage, went around the road to the back mountain, passed by the old locust tree, and heard the sound of knocking on the stone slab in the distance. Ma Chengcheng quietly tiptoed to see what was going on—around the old locust tree, she only had time to see a clump of brown hair flashing by. I didn't know what that thing was, but I saw a hole in the soil under the locust tree, and there was still a bluestone the size of half a palm on the stone slab on the side.

It turns out that this thing is the culprit of the slate sound.

Ma Chengcheng decided to wait for the rabbit.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the thing in the cave quietly poked its head out, and the sharp-eyed Ma Chengcheng recognized what it was at a glance. It turned out that the prank was a four-legged animal, and the ghostly look was not clever.

Exactly a weasel.

The weasel looked left and right, and happened to have a big eye to a small eye with the horse who was waiting for the rabbit, and it was so frightened that it immediately retracted into the hole. Ma Chengcheng couldn't cry or laugh a little, took out a ham sausage from his pocket and peeled it and put it at the mouth of the hole, the weasel in the hole smelled the fragrance, and couldn't help but crawl out, it looked at the ham, and then looked at Ma Chengcheng, and stood up pitifully and half-straight.

Ma Cheng laughed at its appearance, and pushed the ham towards it, and the weasel lowered his head and took the ham sausage and turned back into the hole. Ma Chengcheng peeled a few more hams and put them at the entrance of the hole, and he didn't know if it was cooked or the weasel was bold, so he ran out of the hole after finishing the ham. The weasel walked around the entrance of the cave, walked to the stone slab and picked up the bluestone.

It began to knock on the slate.

Bang bang bang.

Ma Chengcheng put down another ham, got up and left, and before leaving, he vaguely saw a few small heads in the hole.

After listening to this beginning, I also felt a little incredible, but my heart slowly returned to my stomach. It's just that after thinking about it, although the secret about knocking on the slate is clear, many places are still full of mysteries.