The weasel's flesh was still trembling, just a very slight and weak trembling. At this time, Chen Jie took the weasel skin, handed the bloody weasel meat to the woman as if he had completed a task, and said: This should be done, right? The woman took it without saying a word, picked up a kitchen knife and cut open the weasel's chest, grabbed the contents inside, and found a raised skin bag, she cut it with a knife, and a large handful of finger-sized weasel cubs appeared in it, the eyes had not yet opened, but the head and body were wriggling, and then it became clear that this was a female weasel, and it had been pregnant for a long time and was about to give birth. The woman watched playfully, her heart pounding with the desire to taste the meat of wild animals, and her face was filled with the joy of making a fortune by chance.

She threw the weasel cub and the leather bag on the garbage heap outside the house, and one of the village hens found it first, and approached with a cackling cry, and pecked one of the weasel chicks, and then several roosters and hens came in succession, all vying to peck at the weasel chicks.

The woman didn't bother to pay attention to this, so she only dismembered the weasel's flesh into several large pieces, and gave a crotch to the mother-in-law, who was watching the excitement, and the rest of the meat was cooked and enjoyed by herself.

At this moment, the weasel's soul floated in the air like a cigarette, the difference was that it was still conscious, unlike the tobacco in the world of Suva, which was turbulent with the wind, and the woman dismembered its body, etc., it could see it clearly, and it could no longer feel the slightest pain. But it has resentment, and it is not the woman who resents it, but Chen Jie, who wields its skin with a shotgun. It knew Chen Jie's intentions and wanted to use its skin to make a pair of gloves to protect against the cold, and it intended to destroy it.

When Chen Jie returned to his house in Chenjiazhuang, he used bamboo strips to climb the weasel skin into a palm, and because it was not sunny after the snow, and it was raining coldly, he hung it on a wooden wedge with the wall to dry. The opportunity finally came, and the soul of the weasel, who was cruising in front of and behind Chen Jie's house, suddenly saw a cat, and the cat ate a few pieces of fish that had been fished with white wine, and was a little drunk, so it took the opportunity to attach its soul to the cat, jumped on the roof and lifted the two tiles against the wall with its feet.

After a while, the cat awoke, and the weasel's soul came out of the cat's body, and a sense of revenge arose in its mind as the rain trickled down the wall through the gap in the roof and soaked the weasel skins that hung there.

A few days later, when the weather was clear, Chen Jie went to the wall to take the skin to dry, and found that it had become mildew and smelly, what was the reason? When I looked up and saw the missing light on the roof, I realized that it was because of the cold rain. How can there be a leak in the roof? He couldn't figure it out, there was no strong wind these days, could it be that there was a snitch uncovering the tile? But nothing was burglarized from the house. He didn't think about it, but covered his nose and took off the moldy skin and threw it into a pit at the west end of the village.

The weasel's soul hovered in the air, watching Chen Jie's every move on the ground, and his sense of loss, it was about to leave, and saw a yellow dog smell the smell of its skin in the air, and followed the smell to the pit at the west end of the village, picked up the skin, as if it was afraid of being found and competing with it, ran to the grass to bite it.

This caused the weasel's soul to be indignant, all of which was caused by the hunter Chen Jie, and it germinated the idea of continuing to retaliate. After the yellow dog gave up the stinky skin, he planned to attach his soul to the yellow dog, so that the yellow dog would chase and bite Chen Jie's chickens like crazy, and overturn the chicken nest placed on the side wall of his house, so that the chickens would fly and beat the eggs.

As its soul drifted towards the yellow dog, it was suddenly grabbed by a giant hand and could not move.

Do you know who I am? The monster with a human face and beast body asked solemnly.

Its soul turned its head to look at it, frightened, and cried out in a low voice: "Si Animal God, spare me!" Knowing that you perceive that I have the intention of continuing to harm others, you will come to subdue me.

Si Beast God let go of his hand and said: You have already taken revenge, is it over? The weasel's soul said I admit my mistake, and I'm about to slip away. Si Beast God said that you can't go, follow me to the Wheel King of the Tenth Hall of the Yin Division to ask for sin.

It thought to itself: What sin am I? Even if you are guilty, you still have to be held accountable if you die? The god of beasts has his heart, and he realizes it, saying that there is no atonement for your sins in the yang world, and you will have to settle it in the underworld, or let you become an animal and suffer retribution and slowly atone for your sins.

It didn't listen, and flew into the air with a sudden hurricane.

Make move. The god threw out a cage. Suddenly, the weasel's soul was put into the cage, and it jumped around in it, but it couldn't get out, so it knelt in the cage and bowed to the god of animals, just to be released. Si Beast God ignored it, and said: You are a guy who does not believe in your word, so how can I believe you? I can't open the cage.

The weasel's soul jumped desperately in the cage, and when he was tired, he bit the bolt in the cage with his fangs and teeth, but the strange thing was that the bolt was bitten or bitten off, and when he let go, it returned to its original state, like a wound, but faster than the time to recover the wound, so fast that it was only in an instant, and the weasel's soul did not have time to perceive it, and the only thing he realized was that it was useless.

It puffed out its eyes in annoyance, and was about to bite it again, but it felt a pain in its gums, and its eyes squinted, and it found blood, and the red liquid flowed out of its mouth, and it felt frightened, and its body collapsed in the cage and gasped. It simply doesn't care about those, its eyelids close slightly, sleep for a while, and don't care what you do with it.

In a moment, a bolt of lightning and a thunderbolt shook the weasel's soul to sleep, and when he saw that he was still in a cage, which hung from the top of a maple tree, but he was nowhere to be seen, and he looked around through the crack of the bolt, and he saw the scene of horror in his eyes.

On the bank of a pond shaded by lotus leaves, a child looked left and right, holding a slingshot gun in his hand, and fastened a stone to the string, he tensed the string, looked at the sky, hoping to hit something, but there were only clouds in the sky, and he would never pay attention to his flowing clothes, and of course the shining sun, he would never pop the stone out of these sacred objects, because it was meaningless and not fun.

At this time, he found a butterfly, flying from nowhere, hovering over the pond, he aimed the stone on the string at it, and then pulled the string vigorously, and then loosened, the stone popped out, but did not hit, the butterfly seemed to be very spirited, only a piece of wings, it inadvertently avoided, the stone jumped into a parabola in the sky that was not too high, and in the blink of an eye I don't know which grass it jumped into.

The competitive boy stooped down again and picked up a pebble and fastened it on the string, and when it was about to catapult again, the butterfly flew over the pond and flew far out of his sight. Lonely he slackened his slingshot and held only one stone in his hand.