“You lied just now. I’m giving you one last chance. Tell the truth and I’ll only kill you. If you continue to hide the truth, your entire clan will be wiped out.”
His words were resounding, like a thunderclap exploding in the weasel spirit's mind.
It stopped trembling and raised its head to stare straight at Nan Xian.
Nan Xian's gaze was sharp and cold, piercing straight into its heart.
To completely shatter its last line of defense.
It stood up, then bent its knees and knelt on the ground like a human, and kowtowed to her three times forcefully.
“You are a bodhisattva who sees through people’s hearts and can distinguish truth from falsehood. I, Huang Da, dare not hide anything anymore. I only beg you to spare my people. As long as they can live, I am willing to let them serve you like cattle and horses in the future!”
Nan Xian didn't respond, but quietly watched it.
It raised its paw and wiped its face. In an instant, the feigned pitiful and innocent expression vanished, replaced by seriousness and solemnity.
"I lied. We weren't attracted by the resentment; we were just starving and wanted to go into the village to find something to eat. What we found were dozens of charred corpses. We were all terrified and didn't even bother to eat. Just as we were about to leave, a strangely dressed person suddenly appeared at the village entrance and blocked our way..."
Nan Xian interrupted, "What kind of outfit?"
The weasel spirit thought for a moment, then gestured with its paws on its head and chest. "He wasn't tall, and he wore a very large, tattered cloak full of holes. His face seemed to be wearing a mask, so I couldn't see what he looked like. He had many eyeballs hanging on his chest, some human and some animal, strung together with thin threads like a necklace... Oh, and his hands were also wrapped with many silk threads!"
Silk threads... Nan Xian's mind quickly flashed to the faint, almost imperceptible, threads on Village Chief Gu's father's head. "Continue."
The weasel spirit then continued, "He said he has a special spell that can restore the corpses of the dead to a living state, and can help us enter those bodies, as long as we sign a contract with him and guarantee one thing—when he wants to absorb someone's essence, we must do our best to help him."
Nan Xian smiled softly, a predictable glint in her eyes, and a sarcastic curve to her lips.
"This 'someone' is me, isn't it?"
The weasel spirit nodded. "He said it was inconvenient for him to come in person. At first, we were a little suspicious and afraid of being deceived. But we really didn't see him for the next few years, and his body was fine, so we didn't think much of it. Until the day you arrived, he suddenly appeared and told us that he wanted your essence, and... all of it."
Nan Xian didn't react to what he said, but Yu Lin was furious and swore.
"Damn it! Taking just a little bit of his essence will turn someone into a short-lived idiot. If he takes it all, wouldn't that be..." Realizing he had misspoke, he glanced at Nan Xian, swallowed the ominous words, and gritted his teeth, saying, "He really dares to think that way! If he dares to show his face, I'll beat him to a pulp!"
Nan Xian, who had been quite serious, couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time when she saw his expression.
"Actually, you already met him today and even spoke with him."
Yu Lin asked in surprise, "Who?"
Nan Xian: "Village Chief Gu's father."
Yu Lin's eyes widened slowly. "Huh?"
It's no wonder he was so surprised. After all, for someone like him who had only recently come into contact with demons and monsters, the idea that an old man with white hair who couldn't even walk and needed to be pushed in a wheelchair was actually the big monster hiding behind everything was truly a fantasy.
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