People are in Yaowu, starting from the mountain god panel

Chapter 34

There were harsh squeaking sounds in Xiecao Alley late at night. The doors of every house were closed, and everyone dared to pretend not to hear them.

Ye Changan still closed his eyes tightly, looking down at the entire courtyard from God's perspective in his mind.

The presence on the Grand Master's chair shot toward it like thunder, bringing up a gust of wind.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Another hallucination!"

Instead of facing the enemy head-on, Ye Changan punched his side and let out a scream.

Then Ye Changan also groaned, feeling as if he was hit by countless boulders.

The illusion of this mysterious being is very powerful. It can not only blind the eyes, but also change the body's senses.

But no matter how strong he is, he can't deceive the numerical value above his head.

The reason why Ye Changan was able to accurately identify the location of that thing was precisely because of the numerical value above his head.

The moment I closed my eyes just now, the fog of numerical values ​​finally dissipated: "41"!
It was precisely because of seeing this value that Ye Changan chose to take the initiative.

The pain in his body did not make his fists feel sluggish. He walked like a tiger and punched out like a dragon.

Weird squeaking sounds kept coming.

Finally, a yellow figure appeared in Ye Changan's mind.

It turned out to be a weasel!

At this moment, he finally understood what the familiar fishy smell was. It was the smell that belonged exclusively to the weasel.

As a hunter, he was no stranger to this smell, but weasels usually only appeared in cottages and rarely in cities, so they were ignored.

"The weasel has become a spirit?"

Ye Changan thought, the fist in his hand still fierce.

The weasel's fur face showed human anger, as if he didn't understand why the human in front of him could accurately find his location no matter what illusion he cast.

Little did they know, it was because Ye Changan had a plug-in
Under the precise guidance of the numerical value above his head, it was useless no matter how the weasel fled.

The Weasel's most powerful ability is illusion, but it has no effect in Ye Changan's eyes.

As for its frontal combat strength, it is estimated that even Shantong cannot beat it.

The weasel roared and aimed its back at Ye Changan, or to be precise, its butt.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the entire courtyard was instantly enveloped in yellow mist. This was its trump card.

The ferocious poison will cause even a warrior to lose consciousness immediately if he smells it.

The weasel felt a pain in his body. He had to hold back such a fart for at least three months.

Once used today, it will lose a life-saving trump card, but it is worth it if it can kill this weird human being in front of it.

Just when it was proud, a piece of stone as thin as a cicada's wing was shot towards it.

Because it was unprepared, it had no room to dodge when the stone fragments arrived.

Pfft!

The stone slices sliced ​​open the weasel's right shoulder like tofu, and blood continued to flow.

Just when the weasel was shocked beyond measure, a figure walked out of the yellow mist and stretched out its big hand towards it.

Due to the serious injury, the weasel was no longer able to fight, and its speed was also much slower.

Ye Changan picked up the weasel by its neck.

"It turns out to be a yellow-skinned one."

The dart just now could have easily taken away the yellow-skinned man's life, so leaving him behind naturally had another purpose.

"Supernatural power, control of animals."

With a whisper, Huang Pizi's eyes were full of disbelief.

A faint green light lit up in Ye Changan's palm, which was continuously injected into the weasel's body.Huang Pizi, who was held up in the air, twitched for a while and then passed out.

This scene puzzled Ye Changan. Neither Lao Lang nor Shan Tong seemed to react so violently.

After a cup of tea, the weasel's eyes flickered open.

Then a familiar mental link appeared.

"Squeak, squeak (Master, I can't see Mount Tai)."

"Gua (yo, third brother)!"

"Hoar (scream, brother, listen)."

Feeling the voice hundreds of miles away, Huang Pizi was stunned, "I'm not the first to see this happen."

For a time, it felt a lot more balanced.

With two spirits on its back, it is not the worst spirit to be controlled by humans.

Huang Pizi's memory kept reappearing in Ye Changan's mind, but the weasel's mental power was far stronger than that of Lao Lang and Shan Tong, and he could not fully digest it for a while.

He asked: "Why are you staying in this room?"

Hearing Ye Changan's question, the weasel became furious. It said angrily: "I was deceived by these despicable humans, except you, the boss."

Then the weasel talked about its experience with a sad and angry expression.

It turns out that it was a yellow fairy that became a spirit in a sinkhole. Unable to withstand the temptation, it was tricked by the first owner of the haunted house into becoming a guardian fairy in the city.

It turned out that he wanted its inner elixir and invited an eighth-grade expert.

The weasel was furious and killed the eighth-level warrior. In the end, it was unknown what method the man used, and it was imprisoned in this courtyard forever.

After listening to Weasel's story, Ye Changan asked with a strange expression: "What about the five waves of people who died before?"

"They were all killed by others, and then framed on me. Despicable human beings, except for you, boss, of course."

Perhaps it was because of the heavy killings in this place that it happened to encourage the weasel to practice magic, and it was only then that he could practice illusion to such a powerful level.

Ye Changan immediately asked, "What about the woman in the house?"

An embarrassed look appeared on Weasel's face: "Boss, this is not a person who is too lonely. She broke in for some reason, so I used a little illusion to make her accompany me. I had no intention of harming her life."

Ye Changan snorted coldly, "Lao Sepi is just Lao Sepi, but he insists on saying that he is unbearably lonely."

The woman in the house lost the control of the weasel and passed out, but her life was not in danger.

Since nothing happened, there was no need to hold the weasel responsible.

Ye Changan looked around the small courtyard and found nothing unusual. He couldn't help but ask: "How did that eighth-level warrior trap you in the small courtyard?"

At the mention of this, Weasel jumped into the room with Ye Changan, and then pointed to the candle on the altar table.

"That's the thing."

Ye Changan looked at the candle curiously and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he clamped the candle between two branches.

The moment the candle was set up, the weasel shouted excitedly.

Because it found that the area where it was imprisoned had disappeared.

Ye Changan also looked surprised when he heard Weasel's words. At the same time, he also understood that this candle must be a good thing.

It's just that this thing is only effective on spirits and is useless on humans.

He put the candle away with a piece of cloth. Although he didn't know how to use the candle now, he would always be able to use it when he met someone who knew how to use it.

Obtained a beast and a mysterious treasure.

It can be said that he makes a lot of money in this business.

(End of this chapter)