Having collected enough stinky farts, the four weasels jumped back onto the head of the Terran shell, burrowed into the thick hair of the shell, and disappeared after a few movements.

Then they saw that the four gods had regained their mobility, and they stood up, raised their heads to the sky, and swallowed for a while, and rubbed their stomachs with their hands, and then shook their bodies and crawled back into the cave.

Not long after the god left, the weasels slowly came to their senses, they were listless, they barked a few times weakly, and they also wilted and burrowed back into the hole.

After a while, the mound was quiet again, all the weasels were gone, and the crazy scene just now was like a dream, which never happened.

"It's our turn." The dragon spirit chuckled at his subordinates and walked out of the woods first.

He was followed by a group of humans and hairy savages, all carrying large bundles of firewood, and hurried out of their hiding places, quickly walked under the mound, and scattered in all directions.

Starting at the bottom of the mound, the group carefully examined the ground, filling in every hole they found with branches, stones, and dirt.

Most of the mounds are small holes with large bowls for ordinary weasels to enter and exit, and there are not many large holes for the gods to travel, and only a dozen have been found in total.

Everyone is not polite, as long as they see the hole, they immediately stuff a handful of branches into it, block most of the hole, and then push the stones and earth on the spot to block it, and then stomp on it firmly.

This method of plugging the hole is very safe, and the branches stuffed in the hole are very long and messy, even if the weasel is skilled in digging holes, there is no way to encounter the branches.

Once the hole is stuffed with branches, it will be difficult to clear out for a while and a half, unless the branches can be gnawed off and pulled away, which can take a long time. So in an emergency, the blocked holes are considered useless, and they can only make another hole.

Everyone was quietly busy on the mound, the hairy savages were responsible for carrying the branches, and the humans were specially stuffed, except for the sound of stomping on the soil with their feet, the mound was silent.

Originally, the dragon spirits were worried that their footsteps would alarm the weasels below, especially the vibration of stomping on the earth, which must have been obvious to hear underground. After all, weasels have a keen sense of hearing, and their temperament is alert and suspicious.

So he deliberately ordered someone to block the big hole first, for fear that the fox god would run away, and it didn't matter if the ordinary weasel ran away.

Unexpectedly, until they blocked all the holes in the mound, they didn't see a single weasel come out.

Thinking about it, the weasels were the same as the people of Mangrove Village, and after the drug, they sprayed stinky farts again, and they were exhausted, and they all fell into a deep sleep. The four gods are estimated to be digesting the stinky fluid in their stomachs, and they may also be unresponsive.

The dragon spirit imagined the situation in the cave: the weasel in the hole was like a big smoke and a ghost who had just smoked a poison, with a crooked nose and a slanted mouth, lying on the ground horizontally, all asleep, and none of them noticed the danger coming.

"Hehe, this is the end of AA drugs."

He sneered, and ordered a few men to inspect, a group of men to intercept at the bottom of the slope, a few people to set fire to the two large holes, and the rest of the men to ambush the hole at the top of the mound,

Soon a fire was lit, and the wet branches ignited and emitted thick smoke. There were three auxiliaries standing beside the fire, one watching the fire, and two holding huge banana leaves, fanning the smoke into the hole.

The smoke holes are deliberately chosen, they are all located at the bottom of the mound, and the air goes from low to high, with a chimney effect, allowing the smoke to fill the entire underground cavern by itself.

The entrance of the cave was also dug into a large hole of one person high that sank into the mound, and the fire was in the big hole, and the smoke accumulated in the hole and it was difficult to leak out, and it was easy to fan in.

Smoke billowed into the crypt and finally emerged from the hole above, and everyone waited nervously with their weapons clenched. But after waiting for a long time, not a single weasel came out, and he couldn't even hear a mouse call.

"All smoked to death?"

The dragon spirit looked at the billowing smoke coming out of the cave entrance, and couldn't believe that a small creature like a weasel could hold out for so long under this level of smoke. The only explanation is that he was smoky to death in his sleep.

After waiting for a while, I finally saw some weasels staggering out of the hole, and as soon as they got out of the hole, they all collapsed on the ground.

The humans guarding the entrance of the cave were afraid that the smell of blood and screams would alarm the gods, so they ignored them.

In the end, only a few dozen weasels ran out, and there were no more behind them, and the dragon spirit went over to take a look, and it was vaguely seen that there were many weasels in the hole, all of whom died on the way to escape.

"Why haven't those four guys come out yet?" He was a little uneasy, so it would be too easy to kill the fox god, right?

They have been gods for nearly a hundred years, protected by human husks, and good at swallowing smoke and spitting smoke, and cunning enough, if they are killed by a cigarette smoke, it will be too shocking.

"Ahem, ahem!" Just as they were wondering, they suddenly heard a violent coughing sound from the cave, and everyone was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly cheered up and prepared for an ambush.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Soon there was a smoke disturbance, and a humanoid creature crawled out of the cave with a thick body of smoke, coughing.

The dragon spirit fixed his eyes and saw that it was the man who was a god!

The fang's head was so dizzy that it lost its sense of smell, and it didn't notice anything around it, so it dodged the smoke in embarrassment, and lay on its side gasping for air.

"Boom!" Without warning, a stone hammer the size of a watermelon smashed into its spine, breaking its waist.

The man's pain didn't seem to be very sensitive, but he still had a sense of touch, he felt a heavy blow to his waist, and he didn't scream, just turned his head and looked at what was going on.

When he saw the smiling Terrans standing around him, he was suddenly stunned.

He froze for a moment, and just as his mouth was about to open, another huge stick smashed on his head, which was thicker than the thighs of an adult human, and in one fell swoop burst the man's head.

"Squeak!" In the splatter, a yellow shadow jumped into the air.

White-backed weasels move as fast as lightning, but they are not as fast as humans who are prepared in advance. I saw a fishing net under the hood, covering the weasel that was still in the air on the ground.

One man hurriedly reels the net, another skillfully grabs the white-backed weasel and pulls it out of the net, and another comes over to concoct it.

The white-backed weasel was about to bark, but he had already pinched his mouth open and stuffed a pebble into his mouth. As soon as I pouted my ass and was about to fart, before I could release it, I felt a pain in the chrysanthemum and was poked in by a branch.

Then the body was tied tightly with string by the humans and thrown into a sturdy rattan basket.

The hunters' whole set of actions was extremely tacit, from the old black stone hammer to the final locking of the white-backed weasel in the basket, it took less than ten seconds before and after.

When the natives saw that they had caught a god, they were so excited that they were about to explode, and they felt their blood rush straight to their heads.

Fortunately, he hadn't lost his mind yet, and with a wave of his hand, the dragon spirits silently retreated to their respective positions, ready to capture the next foxy god.