When Qin Xiaolong opened the window, the weasel immediately jumped in.

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The weasel barked as he gestured at Qin Xiaolong with his two paws.

Qin Xiaolong probably understood what the weasel meant, and followed it outside.

In the yard, there were still six strong weasels at this time.

I saw the weasel leader scream, and those weasels spit out a night pearl from their mouths at the same time.

"I'll go, where did you get so many night pearls?"

Looking at the six night pearls on the ground, Qin Xiaolong couldn't help but have a touch of shock on his face.

You must know that the night pearl that the weasel leader gave him last time sold it for three million, and now it has sent six to itself at the same time, even if it is sold at the previous price, these night pearls are worth eighteen million.

"Tsk."

The weasel leader gestured again, and his little thief's eyes were full of anxiety.

"Are you asking me to save your companion?"

Qin Xiaolong asked not too sure.

"Squeak."

The weasel nodded quickly.

"Lead the way."

Qin Xiaolong understood that there must be other weasels in danger, so this weasel leader brought so many night pearls to ask for help from him.

After putting away the Night Pearl, Qin Xiaolong followed the weasel out of the farm and ran all the way to the Beigou cemetery.

Even during the day, the Beigou cemetery is extremely gloomy, and at night, it is even more terrifying, and no one dares to come here.

However, to Qin Xiaolong's surprise, there was a van parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and there were still blood stains on the weeds on the ground!

"Tsk."

The weasel leader screamed again at the van, his eyes full of pleading and eagerness.

Qin Xiaolong walked to the window of the car and looked inside, only to find that there were a lot of iron cages in the van, and there were weasels locked in the iron cages.

Qin Xiaolong tried to pull the car door, and it was locked as he expected.

It is not difficult for humans to open a car door, but for a weasel, it is undoubtedly an impossible task.

After a little groaning, Qin Xiaolong directly picked up the stone, smashed the car glass, opened the car door, and then took out the iron cages one by one.

Each iron cage contained four or five weasels, and the total number of large and small weasels was estimated to be sixty.

And there was a snakeskin bag in the car, and the snakeskin bag was full of dead weasel corpses, and it was roughly estimated that there were more than a dozen.

"Who is this, it's so ruthless, this is trying to exterminate the weasel."

Looking at these weasel corpses, Qin Xiaolong couldn't help but complain.

Last time, the weasel leader had brought his children and grandchildren to thank Qin Xiaolong, and that group of weasels at that time was estimated to be only sixty or seventy.

However, there were more weasels caught here than he had seen last time, and it was clear that someone had taken the weasel den.

"Twitter."

The weasel leader pointed at the unconscious offspring on the ground and screamed again, obviously wanting Qin Xiaolong to save them.

Qin Xiaolong checked it, these weasels should have been stunned by succinylcholine.

Succinylcholine, commonly known as three-step down, is a muscle relaxant drug, dog thieves use this thing to poison dogs, like the two people who came to their village to steal dogs last time used succinylcholine.

Compared to poison, this thing is less toxic, and the toxins in the dog's body are almost negligible after cooking.

Qin Xiaolong didn't expect that someone would use it to deal with weasels.

Qin Xiaolong examined all the weasels one by one, and almost all of the smaller weasels were dead, leaving only about a third of the adult weasels alive, but the situation was not optimistic.

Qin Xiaolong first sent some spiritual energy into these weasels to temporarily suspend their lives, and then ran back to the farm as fast as he could, got the silver needle and antidote, and rushed back on a motorcycle.

He first used a silver needle to force out some of the toxins from the weasels, and then fed them an antidote.

Even so, only twenty-one weasels were rescued by it, and the remaining fifty-six all died.

Looking at the descendants who died on the ground, the weasel leader was like a human, and tears flowed from his eyes!

At night, this picture looks so weird and weird.

Just then, a weasel suddenly barked.

Qin Xiaolong looked in the direction where the weasel monster was barking, and saw four men walking out from the depths of the graveyard, talking and laughing.

"Tsk."

The weasel leader screamed, and the other weasels quickly dragged their companions who had been rescued by Qin Xiaolong into the nearby bushes and hid.

Then the weasel leader tugged at Qin Xiaolong's trouser leg again, obviously wanting him to hide as well.

"It's okay, those people can't help me."

Qin Xiaolong didn't hide, just waited in place.

However, the weasel leader was visibly frightened and followed him into the bushes.

About five minutes later, the four men walked up to the van.

One of the fat men carried a snakeskin bag on his back, and needless to say, the snakeskin bag must have been full of weasels.

Two of the other three had homemade shotguns, and the other had a tranquilizer gun used to poison a weasel.

When they saw Qin Xiaolong and the weasel corpses that he took out of the car, the faces of the four suddenly changed.

"Boy, you released the yellow skin we caught?"

The first inch-headed man asked with a gloomy expression.

There were many blood marks on this person's face, and his clothes were also tattered, and it seemed that he had been attacked by a weasel before.

"It's me."

Qin Xiaolong replied lightly.

"You don't want to fucking live. Hurry up and put all the yellow skins back on me, or I'll kill you!" ”

The inch-headed man scolded viciously.

"I don't think it's you who don't want to live, don't you be afraid of retribution if you kill so many yellow skins?"

Qin Xiaolong replied with a sneer.

The weasel already holds a grudge, not to mention that the weasel leader is simply like a jing, these people have killed so many of its descendants, it is strange that this yellow skin does not retaliate against them.

"You don't fucking scare Lao Tzu here, it's just a bunch of brutes, come and kill one Lao Tzu, come and kill one with two Lao Tzu!"

Cuntou said with a disdainful face.

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As soon as he finished speaking, the weasel leader rushed out and bared his teeth at him.

"Damn, you dare to come out, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Seeing the weasel leader, a trace of hatred also appeared on the inch-headed man's face, and he raised his gun and prepared to shoot him.

"Brother Liang, don't use a shotgun, it's worthless if the skin is broken."

A person next to him hurriedly reminded.

"Leave me alone."

The inch-headed man didn't listen to his companion at all, and directly pulled the trigger.