Strange, what about the ancient underworld?

If one is not careful, Leng Feihan will be lost in the fog.

Because the visibility was not high, after looking around, Leng Feihan didn't see anyone.

He could only vaguely hear that the voice was not Gu Ming.

Growing up in a realistic society, he is not afraid of some cows, ghosts, snakes and gods.

In addition, he had been in the association for three years before, so this made him more courageous than his peers.

What's more, fear comes from the unknown, and some unknown things can arouse Leng Feihan's interest.

So he asked tentatively: "I'm going to Gujiatun on the outskirts of Linghua, is it a fellow countryman?" ”

Gujiatun is the hometown of Gu Ming, and it is also an urban village hidden in the mountains.

"Ah, yes, yes, it's a fellow, do you need directions?"

That voice sounded again, and Leng Feihan frowned slightly.

Seems to be far and near, like front and back, like left and right?

He found himself unsure, it was a voice coming from within.

"Since it's a fellow countryman, why don't you come out and meet each other, maybe we can still get to know each other?"

That thing, since it is hiding in the fog, it means that it may be afraid of people, otherwise it would have rushed out a long time ago.

Leng Fei is not afraid, his left hand is tightly holding a wooden stick, and this time he smashes down, even a wolf has to lie down obediently.

This mountain is gloomy and ruthless, so you still have to be careful.

It may be that Leng Feihan is a little easy to speak, and the fog is showing signs of gradually dispersing.

Not far away, on a half-man-high stake, a weasel stood on its front feet and stood on that side.

"Fellow, do you look at me, like a human? Or is it like a fairy? ”

Well? Interesting, the yellow skin is begging for sealing?

Leng Feihan had heard it before, but this was the first time he had encountered it.

According to local folklore, the weasel is one of the five immortals.

When they cultivate to a certain level, they will encounter a bottleneck, and they need to find someone who is destined to ask for a title.

In fact, like a person like a fairy, it's just a psychological effect.

Speaking of which, what kind of pet can compare to the fluffy and talking?

It seemed that he was thinking seriously, but in fact, he had already figured out how to catch this little thing.

Although weasels are social animals, those weasels who come out to ask for a seal are unsociable and excluded.

For some reason, it has been separated from the community, and it is also pitiful.

If ordinary people saw this situation, they might have run away in fright.

Leng Feihan is a little interested, this kind of thing is not common, and it has become even rarer.

Of course, this is just his speculation, maybe this thing, or maybe the group of people who called the ghost did it.

Whatever it is, grab it first anyway, that's it.

"With a pointed head and long ears, I think you look like a puppy." Leng Feihan said as he slowly approached.

He had already secretly closed the distance just now. In these few short steps, the weasel did not react at all.

In its dark eyes, there was a bewilderment in capital letters.

"Old, fellow, what are you doing here?"

It's like catching a cat, Leng Feihan grabs the back of its neck, to be precise, it lifts its neck.

There was no heat on the other side's body, it was soft and cold, just like Sakura's touch.

In the game, is it a product of illusion?

Looking at the weasel in his hand, Leng Feihan only vaguely felt that something was wrong.