"Oh my god—"

"My God—"

"I didn't do anything!"

Old Cui, who had been on high alert since midnight, felt that Wong Tai Sin had come to visit him!

It even touched its face with its furry paws!

He screamed in terror, but dared not open his eyes, fearing that if he did, he would see Wong Tai Sin's face appear before him.

"You brat! Don't scare Old Cui!"

Li Jin sternly stopped Zhou Hongsong's behavior—he gently brushed Lao Cui's face with a feather duster.

After all, Old Cui grew up listening to the stories of the Five Guardian Spirits.

People can scare each other to death.

Zhou Hongsong awkwardly withdrew his hand, "Well, Uncle Cui is a sharpshooter too, why is he so scared..."

"Two different things!"

After scolding Zhou Hongsong again, Li Jin turned around and gently shook Lao Cui's shoulder.

"Old Cui, it's alright now, it's already dawn, the weasels are all gone!"

Li Jin repeated it two or three times before Lao Cui dared to open his eyes.

The bright sunlight shone on the floor of the upper roof, making it bright and clear.

Old Cui looked around and saw that everyone was normal, everyone had a shadow, and their facial features were unchanged from before, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god! That scared me to death! Who scared me just now?!"

At this point, his mind started working normally again, and he came to his senses.

With a broad smile, Zhou Hongsong leaned over and apologized, "Oh, Uncle Cui, I was just teasing you!"

"Play my ass! You almost scared the hell out of me!"

Old Cui unleashed a torrent of saliva, leaving Zhou Hongsong's face covered in it.

Zhou Hongsong quickly hid behind He Chaochao, saying as he did so, "I didn't do it on purpose! How about this, let Brother Chao help you carry some more ginseng as an apology!"

He Chaochao was initially enjoying watching the show, but then she realized Zhou Hongsong had gotten himself involved, so she quickly changed the subject, saying, "What does this have to do with me? Don't drag me into this..."

The playful banter among the group actually eased the tense and eerie atmosphere of the previous night considerably.

Only Li Jiabao, who had just woken up, was puzzled. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked Li Xiangdong, who was sitting next to him, "What's going on here?"

Li Xiangdong patted his head and said, "Nothing's wrong, hurry up and get up to get ready to work in the fields!"

This kid eats well and sleeps well. He didn't react at all to all the commotion he made yesterday, and he even woke up naturally today.

But this is for the best, so he won't have any psychological trauma.

After having a not-too-early breakfast, everyone went to the ginseng field to carry ginseng.

After all, making money is the most important thing, no matter how big the world is.

Only Li Xiangdong made an excuse about having diarrhea, saying he needed to use the outhouse and would go a little later.

Seeing that everyone else had left, Li Xiangdong took the bag containing the wild ginseng out of the kang room.

Opening the duffel bag, six wild ginseng roots lay perfectly intact in the deep green moss, as fresh and plump as when they were first brought out.

If Li Xiangdong wasn't mistaken, the weasels that circled around him last night were worshipping the wild ginseng in his hand!

Perhaps the scent of these wild ginseng roots attracted the weasels.

Or perhaps, this ancient relict species, which originated in the Tertiary period of the Paleozoic Era and is about 60 million years old, possesses a vigorous vitality and spirit that humans cannot understand.

This spiritual energy has an extreme attraction for animals.

Regardless, Li Xiangdong decided to conduct an experiment.

He carefully placed his luggage bag into a basket and then hoisted it onto the main beam of the west wing of Old Cui's house.

Brushing the dust off his hands, Li Xiangdong locked the door to the west wing, picked up his ginseng-carrying tools, and headed to Old Cui's ginseng field.

...

Li Xiangdong didn't expect the rumors to spread so quickly. Soon, the whole village knew that a group of shamans had come to Old Cui's house yesterday and bowed to the house.

This made Li Xiangdong wonder if the villagers of Zahatun had WeChat groups among themselves.

Otherwise, how could news travel so fast even though we're all so far apart?

Anyway, that very night, a lot of people came to Old Cui's house to ask him about the details of the weasel bowing the night before.

Some of the bolder ones even planned to sleep at Old Cui's house that night, to see if the pack of weasels would come again.

Most of these people were young and strong men, bold, energetic, and fond of joining in the fun.

Seeing their eager, gossipy eyes, Old Cui was delighted and reluctantly agreed.

After all, nobody knows if those Wong Tai Sin spirits will come again tonight, so having more people means more courage!

This decision resulted in the retention of more than a dozen young men.

But the Cui family only had these two rooms for sleeping, so they couldn't let the young men squeeze into Aunt Cui and Cui Xinni's east room. So everyone stayed in Li Xiangdong's room.

Everyone was either squatting, sitting, or lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), all looking extremely excited, discussing whether yesterday's spectacular scene would repeat itself later.

Li Xiangdong stayed for a while, but he couldn't stand the cramped room, which was like a sardine can, and the whole room smelled of men's sweat.

It gave him a headache!

Remembering that there was a single bed with a limp leg in the west wing, Li Xiangdong grabbed his pillow, slid off the kang (heated brick bed), and said, "Dad, I'm going to sleep in the west wing tonight. This room is too crowded!"

"Me too! Me too! The whole room smells like stinky feet, it's suffocating!"

Li Jiabao hurriedly grabbed his pillow and followed Li Xiangdong step by step.

Zhou Hongsong and He Chaochao were having a great time playing cards with the others, while Li Jin lay on the kang (heated brick bed) with his eyes closed, resting.

Time passed slowly, and the moon reached its zenith.

Thin, veil-like clouds drifted past the crescent moon, the sky was a deep blue-black, and a few bright stars dotted the area around the crescent.

The people playing cards inside were also getting a little tired, and they were playing their cards at a slower and slower pace.

Some people simply stopped playing cards and went out in groups to purge the water in the yard, while also checking for weasels.

However, after going out once, twice, the yard was very quiet, and not even a weasel's hair was seen.

The young men gradually became disappointed and decided to go home to sleep.

"Let's go, we still have to work in the ginseng fields tomorrow!"

"Go back to sleep quickly, there are still three or four hours until dawn, you can still get some sleep!"

Several people yawned and lined up to leave.

Suddenly, the person at the very front stopped.

Those following behind him couldn't stop and bumped into each other in a row.

Ouch!

"Hey Wang Lin, why did you stop?"

"Lin Chao'er, the back of your head is really hard, it almost killed me!"

The group was making a lot of noise, and Wang Lin, who was walking at the front, finally stammered after a long while, "Huang, Huang, Huang Daxian..."

The others immediately shut their mouths and dared not speak again, all crowding around the door to look outside.

In the yard, there was still a circle of a dozen or twenty weasels, each over half a meter tall.

They stood upright, forming a semicircle, their two fluffy little paws clasped together like a human's, and then bowed in a very regular and uniform manner towards the west wing.