Chapter 790
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The weasel was also pragmatic. Realizing it couldn't beat Pan Jun, it didn't even consider running away. It simply lay down and answered Pan Jun's questions one by one.
Its way of counting years is the same as that of wolves. It has lived in this area for many winters, and it can remember eight of them. The ones it can't remember are also likely places where it lived in this area.
Weasels rarely move.
Oh, its hometown is also nearby. It indicated that if needed, it could take Pan Jun to see its aunt, who is older than it and has lived longer.
Pan Yun was quite satisfied and asked, "Did you know that three years ago, in the summer, a Taoist priest captured a ghost in this area?"
The weasel lowered its head and cackled twice; it knew!
My goodness, that stinky Taoist priest was after his aunt!
Its aunt is amazing. Not only does she live a long life, but she also shows no signs of aging. Even at such an old age, her calls don't sound like their usual squeaking and chirping. Instead, she can make sounds like a human infant.
It has fooled many people in this way. Every time they steal something and are chased by humans, it helps them distract the humans in this way.
The weasel barked wildly at Pan Jun, leaving Wang Cong completely bewildered, while Pan Jun listened intently.
At that time, that stinky Taoist priest insisted that his aunt was a weasel demon and wanted to kill her, which scared the entire family away.
Later they learned to live separately, so that if they encountered the stinky Taoist priest again, they wouldn't be caught in one fell swoop.
However, the stinky Taoist priest failed to catch his aunt in the end, but while chasing after her, he took a liking to a ghost that had been floating nearby.
The weasel knew the ghost; it could see her. For many years, they had lived in peace.
Pan Jun released the wolf, broke off a branch, tapped its rump, and raised his chin: "Lead the way."
The weasel walked ahead.
Pan Yun tapped its neck with a branch, seemingly unintentionally, and whispered, "Behave yourself. Your aunt is no match for me. That stinky Taoist priest was defeated by me three years ago. Do you think you can beat me now?"
The weasel stiffened slightly and nodded repeatedly: "I dare not, this is where the female ghost lives."
That being said, Pan Yun and his group walked for half an hour but still hadn't reached their destination. The trees and weeds were becoming increasingly dense, making it almost impossible for them to move forward.
Pan Jun narrowed his eyes.
Wang Cong also noticed something was wrong and leaned closer to whisper, "Junior Uncle, this weasel has changed directions three times without making a sound. If it changes again, even if it doesn't return to the original point, we'll still be going in circles around a forest."
It's just that the circle might get bigger or smaller, and it might miss the original point.
This weasel is stalling for time.
Pan Yun clicked her tongue and silently stared at the weasel.
The weasel lowered its head to avoid her gaze.
Pan Jun dropped the branch in his hand, and a long sword appeared in his palm in a flash. The weasel suddenly tucked its tail between its legs, arched its body, and stared at Pan Jun warily.
Pan Yun smiled slightly at it, raised her hand and swung her sword, instantly clearing away the bushes blocking their way and revealing a path for them to walk on.
Pan Jun said gently to it, "Let's go. I can give you another quarter of an hour. If you still can't lead us to the place, I don't mind bringing that wolf back. I think that since it knows where you live, it must also know where your other weasels live, right?"
The weasel's fur stood on end, yet it remained motionless.
Pan Yun asked thoughtfully, "That wouldn't happen to be where your tribe gathers, would it? Are there toddlers there?"
The weasel arched its body slightly, its eyes fixed on Pan Yun, making gurgling sounds from its throat, as if it would rush forward and bite her neck if Pan Yun made a move.
Pan Yun understood immediately.
She sheathed her sword with a swift motion and said amicably, "I have no intention of harming your people. I just want to find the remaining remains of that female ghost. She was my friend."
The weasel paused, its arched back relaxing slightly, but it still kept its eyes fixed on Pan Yun. Pan Yun raised her hand, and a ball of golden merit light appeared in her palm. She said, "I swear on my cultivation that what I said above is absolutely true."
Seeing the golden light of merit emanating from her palm, it finally relaxed, but still asked, "You really won't kill us?"
Pan Yun nodded.
The weasel asked uncertainly, "Even if my aunt has lived a very long time and is very clever?"
Pan Yun said bluntly, "Even if your aunt really is a monster, as long as it doesn't harm anyone, I won't take it in."
Pan Yun said, "The way of Heaven is natural. Whether it is me or you, we are all part of the way of Heaven. Being able to become a spirit is its own destiny."
The weasel gave Pan Yun a deep look, then turned and walked away along the path she had cleared: "Follow me."
This time, it will be much faster.
After walking for a little over fifteen minutes, Pan Jun and his group bumped into the old wolf who was leading the weasel pack on a relocation.
Upon seeing Pan Yun charging towards him, the old wolf froze, dropped the little weasel in its mouth without a second thought, and turned to run away.
Having come to inform the weasel pack and even helped carry a baby cub, it had already repaid the weasel's debt of gratitude.
The weasel was furious and howled incessantly at the retreating back of the old wolf.
The sound was so shrill that it almost deafened Pan Jun.
The main problem is that it not only curses loudly, but also filthily; even Pan Yun, a human, is ashamed of her own language.
This weasel must have been going to the village quite often to watch people argue.
As the weasel cursed, it also stole glances at Pan Yun's expression. Seeing that she really didn't attack the weasel pack standing there dumbfounded, it slowly relaxed.
A weasel with a bright red and yellow coat and smooth fur emerged from its pack. After whispering to the weasel for a moment, Pan Jun learned the reason and looked up at it, squeaking twice.
I know where you're looking for.
Pan Yun knew that it was the weasel's aunt, smiled slightly, and raised her hand, saying, "Then please lead the way."
The old aunt handed the pack over to the weasel, then turned and left with Pan Yun. A short while later, they stopped under a banyan tree.
Pan Yun glanced around and immediately spotted many weasel tracks, knowing that this was where their clan stayed.
here……
Wang Cong walked around and said, "What a shady place! The yin energy here is extremely strong."
The old aunt walked up gracefully, turning to look back at Pan Yun: "One winter, I returned from outside, and this place had become like this. A dazed ghost is bound here, unable to leave."
Pan Jun walked to the tree, feeling the cold air rising from the ground. After exploring with Wang Cong for a while, they quickly marked out an area and took out shovels and hoes to dig.
Meanwhile, Xue Shao and Xiao Hong met up in another direction.
Xue Shao followed the marks on the trees to find his way here. When he saw Xiao Hong floating over with a blank expression, he asked, "Do you have any feelings about this area?"
Little Red drifted around in the woods, growing increasingly anxious, yet unable to find her bearings: "I have a feeling, it seems to be right here..."
Upon hearing this, Xue Shao told her not to rush, and then instructed Xi Jin and Hong Yan to search for slightly softer soil.
He calculated and searched simultaneously. (End of Chapter)