Chapter 50: The Story of Xiaoxi and Xiaomao (Part 1)

Faced with this weasel wearing a white cloth, the first thing I thought of was, yes, it was the main character, the one Wu Dandan had met most often.

It is much more ‘high-end’ than Sister Bami, because the white clothes on its body are a perfect blindfold, while Sister Bami’s clothes are genuine floral fabric.

When it asked me a question, I didn’t answer it, but Brother Chengxin did. He said, “How could we have suddenly started to scold it? Not to mention that we were surrounded by wolves in the forest, and one of them was chasing us relentlessly. It had something to do with it. Just say that we were here and it rushed in. When it saw my junior brother was casting a spell and was about to bite him, it didn’t say a word and rushed over to bite my junior brother. I stopped it in time. It was like this originally. We didn’t plan to fight it, but then it started attacking us without saying a word. You said we scolded it for having eight titties, isn’t that too much? We subdued it, isn’t that too much?

As soon as Chengxin finished speaking, Bami was angry again. It was probably because Chengxin had mentioned the eight mimi again. It began to howl furiously. The white-haired weasel listened quietly. After a while, its angry voice came, shouting, “Shut up! You are greedy and insatiable, and you are a disaster.”

The weasel seemed to have a lot of authority. After scolding Sister Bami, Sister Bami actually stopped barking.

It bowed to us again and said, “I can see that the horrible insect inside has woken up. This is not the place to talk. If you trust me, we can talk outside, but before that, can you let my sister go?”

Old Zhang didn’t say anything. He generally didn’t participate in these critical decisions.

Wu Laogui’s shifty eyes rolled around, and then he ran up to me and Brother Chengxin and kept saying, “No, no, one is hard to deal with, and two at once, I’m afraid, is too much to handle.”

Brother Chengxin looked at me without saying a word. Obviously, he was too lazy to decide on such a headache, so he left it to me.

After all, I have excellent intuition. I can tell whether or not there is danger.

In my opinion, I instinctively felt that the weasel was sincere, but Wu Laogui’s words were not without reason. I couldn’t just leave everything to my intuition. What if this was the time when my luck was low?

But I didn’t expect Ruoxue to speak up at this point. Her voice still didn’t reveal any emotional ups and downs: “Let him go. It’s fine.”

Wu Laogui said sheepishly, “Since Miss Xue said so, it won’t hurt to let it go.”

I didn’t bother to respond to this fickle-minded Wu Laogui, but just nodded to show my agreement with Ru Xue’s opinion. Cheng Xin Ge had already gone to untie the golden needle.

Everyone waited quietly, but there was definitely a hint of unease. After ten minutes, Brother Chengxin finally massaged open the meridians of Sister Bami. As soon as she could move freely, she immediately showed her teeth at us.

Before we could react, the white-haired weasel snapped, “How dare you! Come here!”

At this moment, a miraculous thing happened. Sister Bami walked over to the other side, slowly shrinking into a normal-sized weasel, then jumped up and jumped into the arms of the other weasel.

The weasel nodded to us again and said, “You can call me Xiao Xi, and my sister Xiao Mao. Let’s go outside and talk.”

What is there to talk about? I thought that the grudges were settled and there was nothing to talk about. After all, we still had to continue our journey to find the immortal’s tomb, but since they were so polite, it was really not easy to refuse.

However, before we leave, I have to take the transverse bone first to accommodate the young fox that is “showing off” on my shoulder at the moment. The best container is naturally the transverse bone of its own. After refining it, it is better than a soul pot and has a greater nourishing effect. My silly tiger master did it that way.

So I went to get the transverse bone, but I didn’t touch the fox skin, even though Old Zhang licked his lips and said, “It’s worth a lot of money.”

I didn’t want to take it out and shock the world. If someone saw such a large fox skin, wouldn’t they go crazy? Besides, a fox skin here has more or less the meaning of being buried in the ground.

Old Zhang naturally had no malicious intent. After all, as a half-hunter, it was normal to have this attitude towards “mountain goods” and to sigh.

When we came out of the cave, it was dark again. It was unexpected that we had to wait until this time to come out after we went in in the morning.

But the place we came out of was completely unfamiliar to us. Old Zhang ran around, comparing the terrain with the map. Couldn’t he get lost in this old forest?

Without interfering with Zhang’s behavior, we were now sitting around a campfire listening to Xiaoxi tell us about something. For us, we could accept anything, even if one day someone came out and told me that he was actually a Martian, I wouldn’t be surprised.

Relatively speaking, Zhang’s choice to go and look at the terrain at this moment was somewhat evasive. It was his own choice. After the initial confusion, it was a matter of whether to thoroughly engage in something incredible or to try to hide it in your heart and not affect your ordinary life.

“I haven’t been out of the forest for a long time since I discovered the Fox Fairy Cave. It’s been hundreds of years, I think,” said Xiao Xi as soon as he opened his mouth.

The Fox Fairy Cave is naturally where we just came out of, and as I guessed, it is the “den” of the young fox on my shoulder.

However, we didn’t say anything, choosing to listen quietly to Xiaoxi’s story. In fact, from the beginning, when it was ready to talk to me, I knew that it had nothing to do with Xiao Mao, and that there must be something else going on.

From what Xiao Xi told me, I got a rough idea of what happened to the two of them.

It turned out that Xiao Xi was a weasel at the foot of the mountain, no different from an ordinary weasel, and it had not yet developed its intelligence. It was said that it was born at the foot of the mountain, but to be precise, it was in a village near the foot of the mountain.

The weasel is the animal closest to humans. This does not mean that the weasel is similar to humans, but that it is not averse to humans and even has a life intertwined with humans. Unlike other animals, if it can, it is absolutely unwilling to get close to the human circle of life if it is not forced to.

Xixi is just such a weasel. Born in a village, he grew up and survived there, relying on the village, but eating mice.

“In my dim memory, chicken was very delicious, but most of the time, we weasels ate mice. There were many mice near humans, so we weasels lived close to humans because of this. After a long time, even if we were dim, we naturally envied humans, imitated their actions, or was it that our species was naturally more intelligent?” Xixi said this about it, a little bit of vindication for the weasels, after all, the weasels are its kind.

Originally, the trajectory of Xiaoxi’s life should have been like that, growing up slowly like an ordinary weasel, and then dying of old age. But things changed one day when it couldn’t find any real food, so it killed a family in the village and, driven by its instinct for hunger, stole a chicken.

“In fact, I was very unlucky. I was caught the first time I tried it because the family had a very fierce yellow dog. I was no match for my brothers and sisters. I didn’t know anything about stealing chickens the first time, and I definitely had to choose a family without a dog.” When Xiaoxi said this, there was a hint of self-deprecation in her tone.

Through the firelight, I looked at Xiao Xi, dressed in white, and I was a little dazed. Is this really true? A weasel was in front of me, telling me the story of stealing chickens.

But this is true. From ancient times to the present, the legend of demons has never stopped, and the stories of encounters with demons are endless. The good and bad of demons are not within the scope of our discussion, but in fact, why do we rarely hear the legends of demons nowadays?

I think it’s just because humans are too ‘domineering’. Look at the forests that have disappeared, and the rivers that have become murky. Humans don’t realize that they are losing more than they gain, and they have really ‘invaded’ the living space of too many creatures on this planet.

Thinking about this, I feel a little lost!