Chapter 1 Bai Tingting's Move

As expected, Bai Tingting made her move, getting someone to set off a firecracker to break my voodoo doll curse.

That woman was determined to welsh on her debt.

The temperature in the room plummeted instantly, and I faintly heard the sinister laughter of a fox in my ears.

I quickly ran to look at Miss Fox the Eighth's memorial tablet. The resentment on the tablet was even stronger, and the fox face carving had become three-dimensional, as if it wanted to crawl out of the tablet.

I quickly lit an incense stick for Miss Eighth and earnestly comforted her, "Miss Eighth, please calm your anger. Your millennium of cultivation has not been easy. Don't let this trivial matter entangle you in karma. It's not worth ruining your Dao."

"So I should just let her welsh on the debt?"

A huge fox face appeared in the room, different from the elegant fox head on the tablet. This face was unusually ferocious, with most of it covered in burn scars. If I hadn't gotten used to it, I probably would have been scared half to death.

"Of course not. I brought this matter upon myself, so I will naturally resolve it. Miss Eighth, please wait a few days. Wan Qian will definitely ask her to return it with interest." I calmly looked at the fox's burned face.

"How long?" Miss Eighth's scars writhed ferociously.

"Seven days." I turned around and circled the date seven days later on the calendar behind me, and even drew a simple fox next to it.

"Fine, I'll wait another seven days for you." Miss Eighth's voice calmed down, and the face disappeared.

I was about to straighten the fox's memorial tablet when Miss Eighth added, "Next time, draw me prettier. I have Daji's bloodline."

Uh? Okay. "I understand."

Daji's bloodline was Miss Eighth's glory. She had to emphasize it every time she came out. I didn't know what her relationship with Daji was. Looking at her burned face, it couldn't possibly be from being burned by Bigan and Huang Feihu back then, right? That would have been so many years ago, how could she only have this little bit of Dao?

I arranged the tablet and went downstairs, preparing to continue listening to Ge Xiang's story.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

When Ge Xiang saw me coming downstairs, his eyes showed a moment of panic, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to tell his story:

When he was preparing to change his old man's shroud, his old man, who had already stopped breathing, suddenly moved again. Moreover, his face turned into a weasel's, with two round, beady eyes flashing with cunning light, and he grinned and said that Ge Xiang couldn't dress him in his shroud, and that I had to go over to serve him, otherwise the entire village wouldn't be able to live.

I snorted and said, "This weasel probably doesn't want me to dress him in his shroud, but intends to make me wear this garment and lie in the coffin, right? At that time, my entire body of Dao techniques will be forbidden by demon magic, and I won't even be able to call for help. I can only become his appetizer."

I peeled open the yellow fur on the shroud, revealing the runes outlined in light-colored potion on the leather.

Ge Xiang shuddered and knelt down directly, "Master, I beg you, I beg you. I don't know what grudges you have with the Huang Xian (Weasel Immortal), but we people are innocent. Master, please be merciful and give us a way out!"

The way he said it, it was as if I wanted their lives. How were you innocent? Weren't those eight weasels eaten by you?

Forget it, it's useless to say these things. Since they specifically asked for me, I can't pretend to be deaf and let them harm the villagers. I called Ge Xiang into the car, and the two of us set off directly.

It was already dusk when we entered the mountain. Ge's father had died last night, and now his body was parked at the entrance of the village. The mourning hall was empty, without a single person. Ge Xiang said it was because the villagers resented Ge's father for causing trouble.

I stepped inside and saw a corpse with a human body and a weasel's head lying there.

A gust of wind blew, and the corpse sat up. Although it was an old man's body, the sitting posture carried a captivating charm.

I took a step back, "Huang Xing'er, how is it you?"

I had seen this little demon before. A few years ago, the obstetrics and gynecology department of a hospital often lost fetal corpses, and the accumulated resentment of the fetal spirits began to cause trouble, causing many pregnant women to miscarry. I investigated it and found it was her. I originally planned to split her with a sword, but a male weasel stood in front of her and died for her.

It turned out that Huang Xing'er stole fetuses in order to save her husband. The male weasel was captured and tamed as a slave by a demon Daoist. Huang Xing'er's Dao was weak and she couldn't save her husband, so she could only ask a powerful demon in the mountain for help. The powerful demon agreed to save her husband, on the condition of forty-nine fetal corpses. Huang Xing'er was eager to save her husband, so she took the risk.

The male weasel begged me to let Huang Xing'er go before he died, and I agreed. I didn't expect to meet her here again.

Huang Xing'er used her demon magic to transform into a round-eyed beauty, and leaned towards me as if she had no bones, "It is my honor that Shopkeeper Wan remembers me."

I took another step back, keeping my distance from her, "Please respect yourself."

Huang Xing'er's tone immediately turned sour, "I just wanted to hold your hand, and you're already telling me to respect myself. Then why don't you tell Miss Eighth to respect herself when you keep her at home? Could it be that we Huang (weasels) are born lower than those of the Fox clan?

But that's right, Miss Eighth is Daji's sister. Even if her face is ruined, she is still enchanting. How can I reach her level? You already have Miss Eighth, so naturally you can't see me. I'm just being sentimental."/

As she spoke, Huang Xing'er leaned over again.

I pushed her away and said, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. I let you go back then not only because your man was willing to die for you, but also because you were not inherently bad. You were used to steal fetuses, and I don't believe that harming the village is your intention."

Huang Xing'er's eyes clearly flickered, but she still didn't change her charming demeanor.

"Then I'll tell you the truth. My grandmaster came. Last time, because of the accident of stealing fetuses, my master became possessed and died. In order to avenge my master, my grandmaster asked me to lure you out. I'm just a small demon in the mountains, and I've also lost my husband. No one cares for me, a widow and orphan. I can't help many things. Shopkeeper Wan, please forgive me."

Huang Xing'er's body swayed, and a gust of demonic wind swept her towards the back mountain. I knew she was sending a signal to the big demon in the mountain, but I didn't stop her.

Since I'm here, I definitely have to meet her grandmaster.

Soon, the laughter of children came from the depths of the mountains. Under the moonlight, dozens of children ran and chased each other towards the mourning hall. Each child was dragging a rope around their waist. Looking closely, the rope was dripping with blood. It was actually an umbilical cord.

A meat-like lump wriggled along as it was dragged by the umbilical cord.

"Holy crap, what is that thing? Did a placenta become a spirit?" Ge Xiang was so scared that he hid directly behind me.

Huang Xing'er also shrank back, indicating that she was unwilling to participate in the battle between me and the placenta.

I stood in the night wind with my arms crossed, frowning and looking at the monster a few times, "Hey, monster, I've come from afar. You're seeing people in this state. You've lost some of the manners of a host, right? Can you show your face and let me see what the hell you are?"

"Those who have seen my face are already dead. Are you sure you want to see it?" The meat ball wriggled, making a disgusting rubbing sound.

"Oh? Could it be that you're a wanted criminal, afraid that people will recognize you and report you?"

I was just saying it casually, but the meat ball directly froze, and then whipped its umbilical cords like an octopus, urging the ghost children on its body to pounce on me.

Damn it, I hit the nail on the head, and it became angry out of humiliation.

I held the abacus flat in my left hand, and slammed the beads with my right hand. The iron-gray halo quickly expanded, and knocked all the ghost children who were surrounding me away.

The ghost children landed and wailed in pain, and even their ghost bodies faded, but before they could recover, the umbilical cords had already urged them to attack me again. The placenta simply didn't care about their lives.

It's not difficult for me to destroy these ghost children, but if they are scattered by me again, they will never be reincarnated. This is not the result I want.

I took a step back to avoid the attack, and then rattled the abacus: "Bounty, who can take care of this thing? Whoever does it gets priority for the next business deal."