Holy crap! Ruan Xianxian slammed on the brakes, swallowing involuntarily. Even shamans knew that this person might be a true immortal.

Splat!

The brakes were too sudden, and the second uncle was caught off guard and slammed into the windshield.

Ruan Xianxian quickly pulled him back, cupped his hands on her lap, and they looked at each other. "You, no, you really are a celestial being?"

Uncle Er tilted his head: "Guess?"

Ruan Xianxian didn't want to guess, so she restarted the car. The weasel changed the subject again, "The village chief you're talking about is the boy from the Hu family?"

He thought for a moment, "It seems that little guy Hu Yongchang has hidden something in the mountains. Where did he hide it? Let me think."

The man shrank back, cautiously glancing at her second uncle, "Hu Yongchang is..."

"The village chief's father that you mentioned! He was quite a figure back then. When the Japanese invaded the village, he didn't just sit and wait to die. He organized a group of people to fight back."

Those powerful weapons were left over from that time.

Unfortunately, his body was riddled with wounds, and he ultimately succumbed to the torment of illness and died.

Ruan Xianxian, having noticed the key point, narrowed her eyes, looking straight ahead without turning her head. "So, you and Grandma Bai stayed in the village because of Hu Yongchang?"

The weasel remained silent, then gave an irrelevant answer: "He saved me and White Milk."

This makes sense. There have never been any rumors of weasels stealing livestock in the village. If they are not willing to stay in human habitats for food, there must be another reason.

"If I get into a fight with Hu Bin, whose side will you take?"

The unexpected question caught the second uncle off guard. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Then would you exterminate the entire Hu family and wipe them out completely?"

Ruan Xianxian chuckled and her body involuntarily relaxed. "Kingdom of revenge is strictly forbidden in Xinhua."

Even in your time, you couldn't just kill people randomly, could you?

I'm not so heartless as to want to wipe out an entire family.

The little weasel circled around in the passenger seat. "Oh, then it's alright. The agreement with Hu Yongchang back then was to ensure that his Hu family wouldn't be massacred by the Japanese within a hundred years."

"You can speak human language?" Ruan Xianxian asked in surprise. Otherwise, how could she have made a promise with Hu Yongchang? Was it in a dream?

"No, it was Hu Yongchang who, like you, believed that Bai Nai and I were immortals. He was just talking to himself after he saved us, and we agreed."

Ruan Xianxian: ...

Sometimes we have to admit that animals are more sentimental than humans.

She said, as if talking to herself, "If only we could find the location of the homemade explosives that Hu Bin hid and destroy them in advance."

He bombarded me with cannons, and I will definitely bombard him back. Who knows how many members of the Hu family will die then.

The second uncle was speechless. "You just said that the People's Republic of China doesn't allow vendettas..."

Ruan Xianxian denied it, saying, "If I shoot your butt with a slingshot, can you not fight back? If he bombards me, of course I have to fight back. I can't just stand there and let him bombard me."

Weasels are known for holding grudges, which immediately made me think of Ruan Xianxian. If someone were to bombard him with cannons, he wouldn't be able to defeat them while alive, but he would definitely seek revenge even after death.

But... no matter how long animals live, their intelligence can hardly match that of humans.

He thought for a moment, "If you destroy those weapons, can you guarantee you won't actively bombard the Hu family?"

Ruan Xianxian held up three fingers, "I swear."

She vowed never to bombard the Hu family.

"Alright, I'll take you into the mountains tonight to look for it."

Having achieved his goal, the guy grinned somewhat lewdly and proceeded to educate the weasel about the dangers of firearms.

"Look at the Japanese devils back then, they thought their weapons were more advanced than ours, and they crossed the ocean to invade China."

Do you know which country would be the first to be destroyed if World War III were to break out?

"Japan." The second uncle said without hesitation, "Give this land a hundred years to recover and thrive, and it will surely catch the other side of the ocean off guard."

"Right, the Japanese just pray that such a day will never come."

The same applies to the Hu family. They think they can do whatever they want just because they have some powerful weapons. When the people they have bullied have the power to fight back, the first to be destroyed is the Hu family.

The same principle applies to a man having an affair. What a wife should do is not to cause trouble for the mistress, drug her, or cut off her husband's penis; the mistress will naturally run away.

Confiscating the weapon used in the crime is the most important element.

The jeep stopped in front of the state-run restaurant, and the dizzy little weasel was also tricked by Ruan Xianxian.

Sitting in the car, Ruan Xianxian took out her cosmetics and pretended to fuss with them on her face. She secretly drank a bottle of medicine, and when she revealed her face again, it was Jia Ming's face.

The little weasel arched its back and its fur stood on end: "Who are you? Give me some face and get out of her body."

Ruan Xianxian feigned ignorance, "Me? Your best friend."

The weasel did not deny being called a "friend," but retreated warily, feigning an attack.

"Impossible, the taste is different."

This was the first time Ruan Xianxian had ever heard that taking the medicine would change not only her figure and appearance, but also her smell.

365's smug and arrogant attitude: [System-produced items are guaranteed to be of high quality.]

She took a bottle of jasmine perfume from the actual space in her bag and sprayed it on. "Smell it, does this stuff change my scent?"

The foreigners research something called perfume; they can turn something smelly into something fragrant. I use something else entirely.

As soon as the rich fragrance of jasmine filled the air, Uncle Er was so overwhelmed by it that he sneezed several times.

An overly strong fragrance is a disaster for animals with a keen sense of smell.

After some sweet talk, I finally managed to coax this little devil into my clothes. He patted my chest with his little paws; they were quite big and hard. Judging by the size, they were definitely my best friend.

Ruan Xianxian smacked him on the head, "Behave yourself, don't be a hooligan."

Then they whispered to each other, "Let's not make things so bloody outside. Can you eat two eggs later?"

The second uncle scoffed at her, "No need for all that trouble, I'll eat whatever you eat."

He licked his nose with the tip of his tongue. Human food, he hadn't eaten it in so many years.

With such a darling by her side, Ruan Xianxian chose the innermost table and ordered three dishes and a soup from the window, with her favorite beef noodles as the main course.

No matter how carefully he placed him on the stool, it was inevitable that some sharp-eyed people nearby would notice.

An elderly woman sitting not far away with her grandson was about to scream when she met the weasel's furry face, and the sound that was about to come out of her throat was swallowed back.

His face was ashen as he shoved rice into his grandson's mouth.

No matter how loudly the slogan of "Destroy the Four Olds" was shouted, the people on this rich and fertile black soil still held a sense of awe for the creatures associated with the immortals.

Ruan Xianxian took an empty bowl, put some of various vegetables in it, and placed it on the stool. The weasel, however, stared at her bowl of beef noodles and asked, "Why didn't you give me any staple food?"

Ruan Xianxian covered the bowl of noodles and shook her head frantically. Sharing food had already broken her heart, and beef noodles were her last line of defense.

Perhaps the shaking of his head was too exaggerated, attracting the attention of an old man sitting at the gate wearing a sheepskin draped diagonally.

You couldn't tell if he was 60 or 70; his missing front teeth and uneven, yellow teeth were sticking out.

He seemed to have spotted something interesting, and carrying his bowl of stir-fried snails and a little wine, he walked step by step toward the table.

The man, who seemed to know Ruan Xianxian well, sat down opposite her, took a sip of his drink, and asked meaningfully, "Your reserve food?"