Seeing a large patch of weasels die,
the scene fell silent.
The oppressive aura was too strong, even though they were only watching a memory, they felt as if they could barely breathe.
"No! Bloody and violent! Ban it quickly! What if it harms my child?"
"Huh? Isn't blood supposed to be green? Does it turn into a box when it dies? This weasel died, why is it bleeding red?"
"Wait, isn't your child watching BabyBus? Aren't you just scared yourself?"
"Damn, Fatty is really ruthless, gnawing on skulls like chicken heads. I'm impressed."
"If it were me, gnawing on a skull, I would definitely break down."
"I'm stunned, so many weasels, and they were all killed by Zhang Tian and the others?"
"No wonder there are no tales of weasels becoming spirits in the Greater Khingan Range now. It turns out they were all wiped out by Zhang Tian and his group."
"I can't imagine, if they hadn't eliminated those weasels, perhaps even more villagers would have died."
"I just saw the news, it seems they carried out a weasel clearing operation in Beidong, but found nothing."
A commotion erupted at the scene.
Meanwhile, in the history class of Beili.
When the interactive whiteboard played the scene of the weasels becoming spirits, he couldn't sit still.
"In our Beidong, there are indeed stories of weasels becoming spirits, but I never expected it to be true."
The professor was stunned, this event shattered his worldview.
Furthermore, the professor never would have imagined that a group of tomb robbers would have helped the villagers eliminate these demonic creatures.
As a history enthusiast, how could he bear this?
"Teacher, looking at the screen, aren't these weasels quite easy to deal with?"
"Yes, Zhang Tian and the others just waved their peach wood swords, and a large number died."
"Hey, Xiao Li, are you stupid? Zhang Tian and his group have martial arts skills, while those villagers are unarmed and can't compare."
The students in the classroom were discussing animatedly.
"Those weasels were very terrifying. The villagers were no match for them. In their eyes, the villagers were like chickens they raised, to be eaten whenever they pleased."
"When I was little, I saw several villagers possessed by weasels. It was very strange, but later the adults said that those villagers who went mad were actually people in disguise."
"That time I couldn't sleep for several days, so I always believed in science and never believed in those things."
The professor said, and gradually, his inner beliefs were being broken.
"However, before this, I want to know, at that time, the archaeological team discovered a large ancient tomb complex in this mountain. That event directly shocked the entire archaeological community."
"I wonder if it has anything to do with them. Nearly tens of thousands of cultural relics were unearthed from there!"
As the professor spoke, the students in the class looked intently at the screen.
At this moment, outside the interrogation room.
A group of experts surrounded a middle-aged professor.
Professor Li was looking at his grandfather's diary.
"According to the records in Grandpa's diary, they did go there, but the specific situation is not recorded in the diary."
Professor Li said, and everyone was somewhat disappointed.
Then they all sighed softly.
Their gaze fell back on the screen.
In the scene, Zhang Tian and his group had already cleared all the surrounding weasels.
The weasel blood flowed like a small river towards the cliff under the cave.
The scene looked extremely spectacular.
"Master will burn them with fire."
Daoist Yimei waved his hand, and the talismans ignited. Then, the piled-up corpses began to glow with flames.
Zhang Tian ignored these weasels. He wiped the blood off his body and slowly turned to look at the sarcophagus behind him.
The sarcophagus had already been opened by Fatty.
At this moment, Hu Bayi and Fatty were looking at the contents with great interest.
"If I'm not mistaken, the fellow inside should be awake."
Zhang Tian thought to himself, and he hurried over, worried that Hu Bayi and Fatty would be ambushed.
He looked inside.
He saw a disgusting human face fused with a weasel face.
And buried in the coffin was just a human skin.
Zhang Tian was very puzzled. If it were according to the original plot, there would be a large mansion inside the manor, which was terrifying, but nothing like that was found here. Instead, they saw a real coffin.
"Boss, according to my speculation, the person buried here should be the master of the previous mansion."
Hu Bayi said, and he gently took out several land deeds from inside the coffin.
Zhang Tian flipped through these land deeds.
"Zhang San sold land for thirty years."
"Zhao Si sold land for fifty years."
"Li Laowu sold land for forty years."
Looking at the land deeds, Zhang Tian also looked at the gold and silver treasures in the sarcophagus.
Zhang Tian gradually understood something.
"I didn't expect this guy to be a real landlord."
Zhang Tian muttered.
There was no trace of pity in his eyes.
Before the abolition of the land system, most farmers had no land to cultivate. The vast majority of the land was in the hands of landlords.
To eat, they could only sign contracts and work for the landlords their whole lives.
As for reclaiming wasteland, there were no tools, and even if there were, who could guarantee a good harvest the following year?
"This guy was probably afraid of death, so he made all his servants kneel before this Great Weasel Spirit, which led to the scene of demonic creatures rampant in Qingfeng Mountain."
Hu Bayi said, and Zhang Tian frowned slightly.
Perhaps the person inside was a mountain bandit, or the leader of a tomb-robbing organization. All of this was speculation.
According to Hu Bayi's idea, the landlord was afraid of death, and they hid in the mountains to escape the war. This could be seen from the words of the steward in the illusion before.
"Huh, boss, there are many small mushrooms inside this coffin."
Fatty's eyes lit up as he looked at the head of the human-skinned weasel.
Five small mushrooms had grown on the head of this fellow.
"This is Bagong Mushroom. This item is one of the favorite foods of demonic creatures, and it can enhance their cultivation."
"It also has other uses for demonic creatures, but the main purpose is to remove curses from you."
Daoist Yimei said, and Zhang Tian and the others' eyes lit up.
Who wouldn't want to have their curse removed?
"Then what are we waiting for? Fatty will go first."
Fatty said, and he was about to pick the mushroom.
"Wait, let's burn this human skin first."
Zhang Tian said, with a smile on his lips.
This fellow, Zhang Tian didn't know how long he intended to pretend.
Indeed, as soon as Zhang Tian mentioned burning, the human skin actually trembled.
The next moment, the human skin flew directly into the air.
Fatty was clearly startled. He stared at the weasel flying in the sky, wishing he could curse it a hundred times.
"What a sinister guy, even in this situation, he's still playing dead."
Xie Yuchen said coldly.
If it weren't for Zhang Tian's remark about burning, this guy probably wouldn't have gotten up.
"Master, its strength should not be strong. Its remaining power should be stationed in other tombs in the Greater Khingan Range, and it won't be able to recover to its peak anytime soon."
"As long as this one is eliminated, there will be no more Great Weasel Spirits on this mountain!"
Zhang Tian said, and Daoist Yimei nodded, understanding immediately. He then took out his peach wood sword.
At the same time, he also took out a shattered spiritual tablet.
Clearly, Daoist Yimei intended to invite his ancestors to possess him.
Today, his ancestors were quite tired.
Zhang Tian didn't bother with these things, leaving them for his cheap master.
Zhang Tian casually picked the mushrooms.
He looked at the mushrooms.
"Medicine: Bagong Mushroom"
"Mid-grade medicinal herb, can be refined into Bagong Pill to remove curses."
"Item Description: A medicinal herb that can remove a certain type of curse, and is the best food for demonic creatures."
Reading the description, Zhang Tian felt relieved.
Then, he ate it first.
Fortunately, it wasn't poisonous, otherwise, Zhang Tian would have seen a different world.
Hu Bayi and the others also took it, and the curses on them disappeared one after another.
"Phew, Fatty is finally back to his peak, great."
Fatty rubbed his fists and grinned, looking excited.
At this moment, Zhang Qilin, Daoist Yimei, and the human-skinned weasel in the sky were fighting fiercely.
The weasel was gradually no match for the two.
Daoist Yimei was responsible for defense, while Zhang Qilin was responsible for offense. The two coordinated very well.
"Boss, look, there's another small notebook in here."
Suddenly, Hu Bayi exclaimed. He took out a yellowed notebook from the coffin.
On the notebook were written four large characters.
"Legend of the Golden Vein!"