Chapter 468: The Eerie Yellow Weasel

“Grandpa, Shui Ge, I’m here, I’m here…”

Suddenly, a hurried shout rang out from outside the house, unable to stop even for a moment.

Chen Bing, wearing baggy shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt, with a black backpack on his back, rushed into the house like a blazing fire. It was early in the morning, yet he had already broken into a heavy sweat. He looked toward the door and saw Grandpa still lying in bed, not yet up. He was immediately startled, hastily covering his mouth with his hand. From his expression, it was clear he thought Xiong Ying had passed away.

Xiong Ying suddenly shuddered, his whole body jerking upright as if startled.

“You brat! What are you yelling for!”

Shui Miao glared at Chen Bing, annoyed. This guy was truly reckless.

“Uh… hehe, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to…”

Chen Bing smiled awkwardly. Seeing that Xiong Ying was fine, he inwardly sighed in relief.

“Grandpa, are you okay…”

Shui Miao turned around and looked at Grandpa Xiong Ying, only to notice something was off with his expression. He looked like he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare.

“So scary! Finally came back!”

Xiong Ying anxiously touched his face with his hands. “Good, good, my face is still here… Shui Miao, quickly, go outside and check if there are any signs of the yellow weasels.”

“Yellow weasels…”

Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he immediately ran outside, quickly circling around the house. When he reached the western hill, he saw a yellow weasel the size of a cat crouched on the ground, staring at him!

Seeing it, Shui Miao couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Chen Bing had run over behind him and, upon seeing the yellow weasel, immediately took a couple of steps back in fear, his expression hardening.

Yellow weasels were regarded as the Yellow Immortal in the minds of the villagers—no one dared provoke them.

This yellow weasel had a pair of black, round eyes, almost like those of a venomous snake. Its fur looked somewhat strange. Its nose was black, and around it, in a fist-sized area, was white, followed by another black ring. The rest of its body was covered in yellow fur.

Moreover, it was twice the size of an average yellow weasel.

Shui Miao frowned and coldly said to the weasel, “Are you the one harming my grandpa?”

The yellow weasel tilted its head and crawled a few steps closer to Shui Miao, then continued to raise its head, staring at him as if challenging him, as if saying, “Yeah, it’s me! I did it! And I’m right here in front of you! What are you going to do about it?”

Shui Miao clenched his fists, really wanting to stomp the yellow weasel to death with one foot.

But then, he suddenly heard a chorus of sharp, arrogant cries. Turning his head toward the sound, he saw a dozen or so yellow weasels in the western vegetable patch staring at him. Their cries sounded like a warning to Shui Miao: “If you dare to harm our leader, you’re asking for death!”

“Oh my God!”

Seeing so many yellow weasels in broad daylight scared Chen Bing out of his wits. He immediately turned back to get Grandpa.

Shui Miao, however, suddenly took a deep breath, crouched down, and calmly said to the yellow weasel, “If you don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke you. But if you do, no matter who you are—whether you’re a deity or a demon, no matter how powerful you are—I will retaliate ten or even a hundredfold as long as I’m still breathing. I know you’re narrow-minded and conceited. You came after my grandpa probably because he spoke ill of you yesterday. But now I think you’ve gone too far. You kept him trapped in nightmares for so long, and I’m still furious about that!”

The large yellow weasel barked twice at Shui Miao and crawled even closer.

Other weasels followed suit, surrounding Shui Miao.

“…”

Clearly, Shui Miao’s warning had been ignored.

Despite their small size, they were extremely arrogant, unafraid of Shui Miao at all.

To them, Shui Miao’s words were just hot air.

Looking at these creatures with evident spiritual qualities, Shui Miao suddenly had another thought. Despite their weakness, they were so united, like a big family defending their rights. Setting aside their actions, their spirit of solidarity and fearlessness was impressive. If he actually killed a few of them, the rest would surely never stop seeking revenge.

Thinking of this, Shui Miao couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingling, and he naturally wanted to downplay the situation.

Besides, they hadn’t really hurt his grandpa, right? That nightmare was probably just a warning.

But…

Shui Miao furrowed his brow. Such arrogance must have a reason. If they didn’t have real power, why would they dare to be so bold?

As his thoughts raced, Shui Miao recalled his own dream.

He couldn’t help but form a daring hypothesis: the night he and the others went to the haunted graveyard, he had actually fallen into the river, knocked himself unconscious, and his soul had been taken away by something. Those beings had kept him immersed in illusions, and everything that followed had been a dream, until recently when they grew tired and released his soul.

Those beings might have been this group of yellow weasels.

Their specialty was indeed illusions.

They could enter Grandpa’s mind, trapping him in nightmares—that was the best proof.

There were two ways to verify this. One was to call Chen Meiling, Lin Qing’er, Xiao Shuang, and Lin Xue from his memory to confirm the reality of the dream. The other was to kill them and see how they would retaliate.

“Fine! We’ll see who wins!”

Shui Miao didn’t act immediately but stood up and turned to leave.

But the group of yellow weasels didn’t seem ready to let him go so easily. They continued to surround him, letting out strange cries.

Shui Miao shrugged indifferently, as if saying he was too good to bother with them, and started to walk away. But the fat yellow weasel crawled right under his feet, as if waiting for him to step on it!

“What does this mean?”

Shui Miao suddenly realized the situation was serious—this was no longer something he could control.

“…”

At that moment, footsteps approached, and Xiong Ying and Chen Bing ran over.

Shui Miao looked up and noticed Chen Bing alternately grinning, winking, and squirming, his body constantly moving. Grandpa tried to hold him back but couldn’t. Chen Bing seemed to be possessed by something.

Xiong Ying suddenly let go of Chen Bing, his eyes fixed on something behind Shui Miao.

Shui Miao’s heart stirred and he quickly turned around, only to see a yellow weasel standing there, winking and swaying its body.

Chen Bing’s movements were exactly the same.

In other words, the weasel was controlling Chen Bing.

“Ha ha! The young lady’s skin is so white! I want to grope her big breasts! Water Ge, you’d better keep watch for me! Hehehehe… Masturbating, let me do it again, so good, so good!”

Suddenly, Chen Bing started speaking with exaggerated expressions, even pulling down his pants and masturbating.

Hearing this, Shui Miao’s expression immediately changed. He turned to look at the winking yellow weasel behind him. Its mouth was opening and closing, moving in sync, with a lewd expression on its face.

“Esteemed Yellow Immortals, exactly how did we offend you? Is it too much for you to treat me and Chen Bing like this?” Xiong Ying remained calm and composed on the surface, but his heart was deeply shocked. He had seen people possessed by yellow weasels before, and hearing Chen Bing’s words, he instantly had a rough idea. It was probably because Chen Bing had peeked at a young lady bathing and masturbated several times, causing a serious loss of vital energy, which allowed the yellow weasel to take advantage and possess him.

In fact, after returning home last night, Chen Bing couldn’t control his desires and peeked at the young lady again. She was washing clothes in the house, completely naked, and he saw her again, masturbating twice. Later, unable to sleep at midnight, he did it once more, causing a severe depletion of his vital energy and making him an easy target for the yellow weasel’s possession.

Hearing Xiong Ying’s words, Chen Bing immediately turned around, grabbed Xiong Ying’s collar, and snarled, “Too much? Old man, if it weren’t for the Third Grandma, do you think you’d even wake up this morning? Don’t you know what you said yesterday?”

Chen Bing’s voice had changed—it was now the raspy voice of an old woman.

Xiong Ying had dreamed of being surrounded by countless yellow weasels biting his face, unable to struggle free or wake up—pure terror.

“I… I’m sorry. Please spare the children. I’ll prepare a feast and apologize to you all.”

Xiong Ying was shocked, his face darkening instantly. He suddenly understood everything—it was definitely because of what he had said the previous night.

“Hmph!”

Chen Bing shoved Xiong Ying away, turned to glare at Shui Miao, and suddenly grinned sinisterly. He approached Shui Miao, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, “Little brat, you think you’re so tough with your immortal bones? But don’t forget, we’re not easy to deal with either. Your family and friends are all ordinary mortals. We’ll let this go today, but if you dare to speak ill of us again, don’t blame us for being ruthless! I am the Third Grandma Huang. If you’re not satisfied, come find me at the Third Grandma’s house in Lizi Village!”

After saying this, Chen Bing made a hideous face at Shui Miao.

Then, Shui Miao suddenly rolled his eyes upward, lost all strength, and collapsed to the ground.

A group of yellow weasels slowly crawled toward the northwest.

“I have immortal bones?”

Shui Miao frowned, puzzled. He had never heard that term before.

“Don’t stand there like an idiot! Get up, get up, let’s go, let’s go! Don’t look at them, hurry up and move!”

Xiong Ying quickly pulled up the just-awakened Chen Bing, who was still sitting on the ground, and grabbed Shui Miao’s arm, dragging him toward the front of the house.