With a ruthless guy in his hands, Ang Lee's confidence is also a lot.

Let the father and the young men line up behind him, and Li An stood at the entrance of the mountain with the ghost head knife on his shoulder.

Squinting at a dark figure standing halfway up the mountain, Li An reached out and hooked his finger at it.

"You... Come here! ”

Weasel: "......"

"Twitter!"

There was a sound of chirping below, and the weasel looked down and saw his children and grandchildren, dragging eleven men with ropes, to the foot of the tree.

With a demonstrative wave of his paw at the foot of the mountain, the weasel jumped down from the tree and landed in the circle of eleven.

Looking at the weasel who fell from the sky and wore human clothes, the nervous hearts of the eleven people were pounding.

"I'll give you a chance to live, I ask questions, you answer, as long as you answer correctly, I'll let you go."

Standing in the crowd, the weasel paws behind his back, his eyes looking straight at the leader of the old Yu.

As soon as he heard that he could live, Lao Yu, who was originally desperate, said excitedly: "You said... As long as we know, we must answer truthfully. ”

The weasel nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to touch Lao Yu's head like a puppy.

Lao Yu also accompanied the smiling face, letting the weasel's hairy paws rub around on his head.

"Hachi, you come first!"

Stretched out his hand and pulled a little weasel, the weasel said to Lao Yu and the others: "It comes first, it asks you to answer, the answer is correct, that's it, if the answer is wrong..."

The weasel bared his teeth and didn't say the consequences, but everyone also understood that the end would not be good.

"Hachi, let's start!"

glanced at Lao Yu and the others coldly, and the weasel touched the little weasel's head encouragingly.

The little weasel, whose head was touched, had a tall chest, looked like he was watching me, and strode to the front of a servant with his short legs.

The little weasel stood with its upper limbs raised in human form, its green eyes staring at the servant in front of him.

The servant who was stared at by the little weasel, his nervous forehead broke out in a cold sweat, but under the supervision of the old weasel, he could only kneel in place and did not dare to move.

"Fellow, do you think I look like a human?"

The little weasel, who stood up, twisted his body and asked in a somewhat shrill voice.

The official on the opposite side of it was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say that it was not like it.

But as soon as his mouth opened, the old weasel saw what he wanted to answer. Stretching out his claws, he popped out his sharp nails and looked at the servants.

"I will answer after thinking clearly, I will answer wrong, but I will lose my life, my children and grandchildren have not eaten enough for several days."

"Goo-dong!"

The official swallowed dryly, looked at the little weasel looking at him expectantly, and stammered, "Like... Like..., with... Poor with people... Almost. ”

"Buzz!"

As the official stammered his answer, a stream of air that could not be seen by ordinary people poured out of him and fell on the little weasel opposite him.

When this invisible air flow fell on his body, the little weasel screamed excitedly and jumped in front of the old weasel.

"I've made it, I've made it!"

The old weasel, who also showed a happy smile, stretched out his paw and touched the little weasel's head.

"Not bad, not bad!"

After complimenting the little guy, the old weasel glanced at it, and the servant who was a little sluggish stretched out his hand to the side, a group of little weasels who were waiting expectantly, and beckoned.

"Xiao Qi, you come."

The little weasel, who was called, jumped forward excitedly and stood in front of a servant.

"Fellow, do you think I look like a human?"

One... Two... Three...

Soon, all eight weasels were finished and successfully promoted.

Looking at the excited and excited group of little weasels jumping around, the old weasel smiled on his aunt's face.

After interacting with the little ones for a while, the old weasel nodded with satisfaction at a group of sluggish officials.

"You guys are very good, just answer like this, wait for a while to answer my question, we will leave, your life, I will not hurt, I will do what I say."

Hearing the weasel's reassurance, the nervous hearts of the old Yu and his party gradually relaxed.

This weasel really has something wrong with his brain, he caught them, and he didn't even eat them, but just answered the question, what a stupid monster.

Poor old Yu and others, I don't know yet, what will they experience in the future?

If they knew what to expect later, I'm afraid they would regret thinking today.

Walking into the middle of the group, the old weasel smiled and arched with his paws outstretched.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you think I look like a human or an immortal?"

For the last question, Lao Yu and his party were very serious.

Although this question is not the same as that asked by those little weasels, more than a dozen people also understand that it is best to say it.

"Like ......"

"Nonsense, of course it's like a human!"

Just when Lao Yu and his party were about to say like immortals, a loud roar sounded from above everyone's heads.

Looking forward to it, looking at the old weasel who was older than the group, his expression stiffened suddenly, the breath on his body fell rapidly, feeling the realm of falling, the weasel's furry face was twisted for a while, and he let out a miserable scream in pain and anger.

"Boy... Destroy my way, I want you to die! ”

"Huh... Who dies is not certain? Look at me slashing the dog three times, out of chapter dog... Chop! ”

A burst of shouts rang out from above everyone's heads.

Lao Yu and the others looked up, and saw Li An holding a ghost-headed broadsword that exuded blood-red gas, descending from the sky with the following gods, and slashed at the old weasel fiercely with the knife.

"Roar!"

The sharp blade sliced through the space with a clattering sound.

A burst of ghost crying wolf howls sounded from the knife, and the cold and biting yin wind blew down with Li An's fierce sword.

The sword light flickered, and a sword light composed of blood-red qi, enveloping a dozen ghosts that emitted a sharp scream, fell from the sky and slashed at the old weasel's head.

"Poof!"

The blade passed through the old weasel, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The old weasel's eyes widened, staring at the ghost head knife in Li An's hand that exuded blood-red gas.

"What a fierce knife!"

"Plop!"

When the words fell, a gap cracked in the weasel's forehead, and with a "click", the weasel's corpse split in half and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

But that's not all.

With a sharp roar, more than a dozen ghosts, grabbing the screaming and roaring weasel soul, flew out of the corpse and went straight to Li An with the ghost head knife in his hand.

The weasel has some way of doing it, watching that he is about to be taken away by the murderer, and he keeps struggling and twisting.

The illusory legs and claws kept kicking and kicking, trying to kick and tear apart the ghost that had grabbed its soul.

But there were so many ghosts that the weasel kicked one open, pounced on two, scratched two, and pounced on four.

"Oh, dying and throeping!"

Looking at the struggling weasel, Li An snorted coldly with disdain, reached out and bit his finger, and swiped it on the ghost head knife.

"Close!"

"Whoa... Whoa! ”

Li An let out a low cry, and several blood-red iron chains flew out of the ghost head knife, screaming and frightened the weasel, tying it up and dragging it into the knife.

"Ancestor, Ancestor is dead, run, run!"

The little weasels who were excited to succeed just now saw that it was just a blink of an eye, and their own powerful ancestors were cut down, so frightened that they collapsed with and urine, screamed, turned around and ran.

"Hehe, little boys, don't run, big brother will send you and reunite with your ancestors!"

How could Ang Lee let this group of guys run away?

Wudang Tiyun was transported vertically, and his body was like an ape, constantly jumping and chasing in the peach forest.

When catching up with a little weasel, Ang Lee will very gently cut off the other party's head, put the soul into the knife, and reunite with the old weasel.

Alas, there is no way, Ang Lee is such a warm-hearted and kind-hearted person, and he can't get used to seeing the separation of yin and yang in a family.

Old Weasel: Listen to me, thank you......