We all sweated for the brown-capped weasel. Everything went so smoothly, just waiting for the last kick in the door.

The street lights on Wanguo Road at night are very dim, and it took four or five street lights to turn on one.

On the entire Anhui Road, the population is rare, quiet and quiet, and there is not a single pedestrian in sight.

It seems that there are no people here, and you will not meet pedestrians until you go to the next street, Qianyang Road.

The brown-capped weasel straightened up, wore a robe, and walked forward along the Anhui Road step by step with the attitude of an ordinary person. Han Yingying and Hu Cripple followed far behind.

In the flower beds on both sides of the road on Anhui Road, there are countless weasels lurking, just waiting for the moment when the brown-topped weasel becomes an immortal, cheering and cheering.

Along the Anhui Road, I traveled for a while.

For one part of the road, not a single street light was on.

From a distance, under the shroud of the bright moon, there seems to be a figure by the street lamp in the distance.

The figure walked in our direction, facing each other.

Looks like this is the person?

All success or failure is in this stranger who meets with fate.

I don't know if the brown-capped weasel can calm down at the moment, but Han Yingying and I are very nervous.

Gradually, the brown-capped weasel and the figure got closer and closer.

Until the two were about to collide.

At this time, we saw that the black shadow was an old man in his sixties, with a delicate appearance and a wisp of beard under his chin.

He also saw brown-capped weasels.

An animal only half as tall as a human being, wearing a Taoist crown and a Taoist robe.

"What is this?" The old man stopped in surprise, as if frightened by the image of the brown-capped weasel.

The brown-capped weasel cleared his throat and said loudly, "May I ask passers-by, do you think I look like a fairy or a human?"

The brown-capped weasel is begging for a seal.

Only this person replied "like an immortal", that is, the petition was successful, and the brown-topped weasel had cultivated for a hundred years, and could finally ascend to the immortal realm.

The old man stood still, expressionless, motionless, and did not respond.

We were all extremely nervous.

The brown-capped weasel waited for a long time, and when he saw that the other party did not respond, he asked again, "May I ask passers-by, do you think I look like a fairy?"

The old man burst out laughing.

This laughter makes our scalps tingle.

What is he going to do? Why laugh?

The old man smiled and said, "I finally see clearly, you are just a weasel, how can you be an immortal? Neither immortals, nor humans, nor even animals!"

Han Yingying and Hu Cripple and I were dumbfounded, looking at each other and looking at each other.

What's the situation?

There was no success.

The other party did not say that he was "like an immortal".

Not only that, but it is said that the brown top is neither an immortal, nor a human, or even a beast!

Is this what a normal old man can say?

In the middle of the night, an old man walked slowly and encountered a talking weasel, who was able to keep his composure and not be deterred, but was able to ridicule each other.

This is not a simple old man.

After scolding the brown-capped weasel, the old man did not walk away, but glared at the brown-capped fiercely.

It seems that the old man has been prepared and has been waiting here.

We have been paying attention to the "Moon Worship Platform" and doing our homework on the Tianzhu Mountainside, and we never thought that we would encounter such strange things in the process of begging for sealing.

It seems that we are not thinking about it enough.

In this way, the old man is a trap.

Although the old man stands here, waiting for the rabbit. But for the brown-capped weasel, the old man was the first stranger he met.

For the confession, the words of this person can determine the success or failure of the confession.

The brown-capped weasel froze for a moment.

It wasn't until the old man glared at him viciously that the brown-topped weasel jumped like thunder, as if he had gone crazy, and the Dao robe he had just put on was torn apart by his sharp claws, and it was still on the side, along with the gray Dao crown, which was also torn to pieces.

The brown-capped weasel was furious and said, "You have ruined my ways, and I want your life!"

As he spoke, the brown-capped weasel's eyes glowed red and fell on the old man.

The old man shouted, "Evil beast!"

Unexpectedly, his Dao cultivation was very far from that of the brown-topped weasel, and before the two words were finished, the old man could no longer finish his words, and a pool of blood slowly oozed out from under him.

Presumably, this man is dead.

The brown-capped weasel bit the old man's head and stood up, the blood and hair of the old man still remaining at the corners of his mouth.

He suddenly faced the bright moon, his eyes were fierce, and he roared loudly.

I can understand his desperation, but I can't accept his murder. But he was up and down, and I couldn't stop the old man's death.

This place is close to Qianyang Road.

Wanguo Road, which was unpopulated and the street lights were dim just now, the street lights on both sides were lit up at this time.

Not far from the intersection of Qianyang Road, there are several late-night stalls, and many people eat barbecue and stir-fry in the open air.

When the brown-capped weasel saw the stall, his eyes were even more murderous, and he seemed to have completely lost his mind.

A long howl rose to the sky.

Then, at great speed, he lunged towards the stall.

The countless weasels in the flower beds on both sides finally stopped hiding, and all of them came out, densely packed and countless, following behind the brown top.

"Oh no, the brown-capped weasel is enchanted, he's going to kill!" The cripple man exclaimed.

I watched the battle of the brown-capped weasels and it dawned on me that he was going to point to a few stalls and gather all the weasels to slaughter innocent people.

Han Yingying was also shocked; "Quick, stop them."

I immediately cast the "Cloud Riding Wind Technique" and headed in the direction of the weasel pack.

I was always one step slower, and the swarms of weasel pounced on the stalls, and the people sitting in the stalls were dumbfounded for a moment, and they all froze on the spot.

"Run!" I shouted.

The group reacted, and the brown-capped weasel grabbed a barbecue owner and bit him down on the neck.

The other weasels pounced on people when they saw them, and they bit when they fell down.

For a time, seven or eight people were caught by weasels.

Others scattered and fled, while others called the fire department for help.

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