The mountain roads are difficult to travel, especially at night; a slight misstep can result in a face-plant.

The weasel spirit had damaged both of their cell phones and flashlights with its magic, and the faint moonlight could not illuminate the rugged road. Seeing this, it quickly tried to help, clapping its two small paws together. With a few "whoosh" sounds, several will-o'-the-wisps lit up one after another on both sides of the road.

Yu Lin asked curiously, "Is this magic? How was it created?"

The weasel spirit chuckled, "This isn't magic; it's a secret technique passed down from my ancestors. Hundreds of years ago, when my ancestor was just a newly awakened sentient beast, he was exceptionally gifted and became a disciple of a powerful demon. That demon was extremely skilled in illusion magic. To repay a debt of gratitude, during the Ming Dynasty, it transformed into a human and became the national advisor of a small country. It used illusion magic to weave dreams on the battlefield, luring tens of thousands of enemy soldiers into their dreams, causing them to commit suicide. The demon's sins were grave, and Heaven unleashed forty-nine bolts of lightning as punishment. As it was reduced to ashes, the demon passed on a secret technique to my ancestor, telling him that it must be passed down through generations until the true master of this technique appears in the world..."

"But I am inherently stupid, having inherited the position of patriarch of this lineage in vain. My talent is less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of that of my predecessors. After decades of cultivation, I have only grasped a tiny fraction of the secret technique. Not only have I failed to utilize its true potential, but I have also let down my ancestors, using such a precious thing to harm others."

As it spoke, it became listless again. Yu Lin looked at it with a sigh. Although he knew very well that this weasel spirit had harmed many people, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for it, since it didn't know that it had to absorb the essence of living people to maintain its human form before signing the contract with that mysterious person. Otherwise, it would never have done such a selfish thing.

Glancing at Nan Xian's expression, and seeing that she remained unmoved and focused on the road ahead, he silently swallowed his words of comfort and quickened his pace to catch up.

The two people and one demon quickly arrived at their destination.

Looking at the somewhat familiar little house in front of her, Nan Xian's heart involuntarily jumped.

During the first cycle, she fainted and was taken to He Mingxiao's room, which was also the guest room of Village Chief Gu's house. When she woke up the next day, she happened to see the villagers who had killed their chickens and ducks coming to confront Village Chief Gu, so she hid in the stairwell and did not show herself.

At that time, she saw through the window at the bottom of the stairs that a new mud-brick hut had been built in the backyard of the village chief's house. It was very simple and looked like a place for people to live, but it only had a door and no windows. The whole thing was in stark contrast to the village chief's grand and exquisite villa.

She had been wondering what the room was used for at the time, but out of politeness, she didn't ask. Now she knew the answer—

The mysterious person is hiding in this house.

"Sister, he's after you. Be careful. I'll go first!" Yu Lin whispered to Nan Xian, then took the lead and pushed open the unlocked door of the mud-brick house.

The latch creaked loudly, followed by a stench of decay that assaulted their nostrils, like a stinking bomb made of several boxes of rotten eggs and a room full of dead rats. It hit them in the face as if it were a physical bomb, forcing them to stumble backward.

Nan Xian felt dizzy and lightheaded for a moment from the fumes. She coughed violently and quickly covered her mouth and nose.

Yu Lin cautiously peeked inside, and when he saw the scene inside, he was suddenly jolted and immediately pulled back, staggering as he went.

"What's inside?" Nan Xian asked.

His expression twisted in shock; he was still quite shaken by what he had just witnessed. He said with lingering fear:

"......dead."