Chapter 45

The female pig nodded: "The owner has been living here all along; a few days ago it even told me it would cut pig grass for me to eat."

Speaking of this, it looked a little worried: "But the owner hasn't returned in a long time; only the male owner who frightens the pigs, he's too terrible, bullying the owner every day."

With its words, Ling Yue's guess was thoroughly confirmed; she pondered, then suddenly heard someone speaking to her—it was the old man tapping his tobacco pipe. Despite his kind façade, his murky eyes inexplicably gave her a chill.

The old man led a sturdy middle‑aged man; his fingers were thick‑knuckled, his cloth shoe soles caked with mud—clearly just returned from the fields. Seeing her, his eyes flickered.

The old man tapped his shoulder: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank this young lady—she saved your family's lifeline!"

Only then did Ling Yue realize this person was the village's third great‑uncle, a highly respected elder in the village.

As soon as his words fell, the man thumped to his knees: "Thank you! Thank you!"

He kowtowed in earnest, his voice loud.

Ling Yue hurried to dodge, but even leaving became difficult; the other party showed great enthusiasm, insisting she come inside.

In the small house with poor lighting, piles of pungent garlic were stacked in the corner—just an utterly ordinary farmstead.

Ling Yue quietly noted the layout; beneath the strong garlic scent lay a lingering smell of blood. She lowered her eyes and saw on the floor the pried‑open ceramic tile fragments. The man smiled and said: "I've saved enough money lately; I want to replace all the tiles on the ground."

Ling Yue nodded, gazing at the pile of broken shards; the free‑range chickens in the yard scratched the ground, and upon hearing the man's words, they instantly shook their heads: "Nonsense! Nonsense!"

"It's clearly you who dirtied the tiles; even though we're dirt‑poor, we're not blind—you're too lazy to give us feed, forcing the brothers to run out every day to catch bugs to eat!"

"We're dying of poverty! Dying of poverty! Dying of poverty!"

An old mother hen squatted in the nest, incubating eggs, listlessly opening its beak: "Ah, never mind all that—I'm too tired."

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The chicks swarmed over, circling the old hen, making her furious; she snapped: "It's all the owner's fault—my goodness, he doesn't lay eggs or incubate them, and for no reason he stays up half the night not sleeping!"

"You're noisy enough to kill the chickens!"

A timid chick said: "Mom, keep your voice down—I saw the male owner take the female owner from the pigpen inside, and afterward the female owner never came back!"

The old hen: "!!!"

It froze for a moment, then after realizing, it cackled loudly, screaming: "The male owner… the male owner killed the female owner!"

In the countryside, most poultry are free‑range in the yard, with nobody paying attention to the chicks; thus, when he acted, these chicks directly witnessed it.

Ling Yue's pupils contracted; regarding those torn‑up tiles, she could hardly avoid suspecting that they were removed because they were stained with blood that couldn't be washed away.

How straightforward.

If it weren't so, how could he remain so calm when the police came, even finding time to work in the fields, as if nothing had happened?

Unfortunately, the heavenly net is wide‑meshed but lets nothing slip.

Ling Yue asked seemingly offhand: "Is the elder sister‑in‑law at home?"

The man's face stiffened: "She's gone back to her parents' home these past few days; her hometown is several thousand li away, so we won't see her for a while."

Ling Yue smiled and nodded: "Ah, that's it—then the elder sister‑in‑law hasn't shown up these days. Xiao Zhou, you go register."

The atmosphere instantly froze; everyone stared at her. Ling Yue rose unhurriedly, and after the registration was finished, the indoor atmosphere had plunged below freezing.

The middle‑aged man couldn't believe it: "Why do we still need to register? My wife just went back to her parents' home."

Ling Yue thought, "Their acting is really good."

She gave a cold glance: "Even if they went out, they haven't shown up; we're looking for traces of the missing persons—thanks for your cooperation."

The excuse the man had in mind instantly caught in his throat, and a hint of unease appeared in his eyes.

Ling Yue thought, "She already knows the reason."

All that's left to do is go out and rally people! But the police force they brought is completely insufficient for what comes next.

Thinking of her speculation, Ling Yue's heart fluttered like she held a lively, jumping rabbit; the stench in the room, the vanished woman—everything pointed to this being the first crime scene.

After Ling Yue left, the female water ghost that had been following her didn't go away; a small patch of sticky wet marks appeared on the floor, unnoticed by anyone, and the house seemed to grow even more damp.

Inside the house, the honest, sturdy middle‑aged man suddenly panicked: "Third great‑uncle, what should we do now?"

"What can we do?" He took a drag on his pipe, his doubtful gaze on the floor: "If you followed my instructions and did things honestly, you'd never be discovered—but you were scared, so you didn't."

"Lei Zi, what should I say?"

"We can only wait for the police to leave, then handle it—shortly, we must not let them discover anything else, or…" The old man's cloudy eyes swept over the crowd; his fierce, imposing glare made bodies tremble, and he nodded involuntarily.

Third great‑uncle: "Otherwise, don't talk about anything else—you yourselves also have to go to the precinct with me!"

The others, thinking of the village's secret, all kept their mouths shut.

The youngster tugged at his clothes, feeling the room chilly to the bone.

In a corner nobody could see, the female water ghost let her hair hang loose; the icy water on the ground flowed like beads from a broken string, leaving a cold water trail wherever it passed.

"Home… where is my home…"

"I… who am I…"

Her mind was empty; she stared blankly at the room, thoughts coming and going, and soon the whole place felt like a natural ice cellar, cold enough to make everyone shiver.

They hadn't expected that what they were waiting for wasn't the police leaving, but more police cars arriving, the shrill sirens unsettling everyone.

The matriarch hastily shut the doors and windows, thinking of the vehicle she'd just seen, and couldn't help sighing: "You say she's so stubborn—who in our village's women isn't like that? Even with children, she still wants to run away!"

The husband lay on the bed, sneering: "It's just Lei Zi being useless—he can't even handle a woman!"

"You too should behave, don't be soft‑hearted; don't pay attention to those things, or if they're discovered, how will our son ever marry? How will we continue the family line?"

The matriarch nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand!"

As for what she understands, only she herself knows.

A large number of police cars arrived, manpower measured by vehicles; it's clear how seriously the superiors take this matter. The wildland murder‑and‑dismemberment case, to be precise, is the emergence of the Great Blue Mountain Night Tales Case, which caused a huge uproar, and Jing Shi hasn't seen such a major case in a long time!

After hearing Lin Shaoze's request, the police quickly organized personnel, arrived at the scene, and all dispatch followed Lin Shaoze's command.

Ling Yue went straight to the point: "I should have found the first crime scene."

Almost everyone stared at her, doubtful and uncertain, except for the two officers following the case; they glanced at each other, but they felt nothing was wrong.

Regarding their doubts, Ling Yue remained silent; if it were that easy for them to discover, she thought, this village wouldn't have lasted so long.

Lin Shaoze pondered for a moment: "How much confidence?"

Ling Yue: "One hundred percent!"

She was absolutely certain, so she directly brought the UV detection lamp to the crime scene; under the LSK fluorescence's irradiation, the scattered tile fragments showed large patches of brownish bloodstains, the original white turning brownish.

The mottled traces are shocking.

Those who saw it turned pale.

Some villagers didn't know what it was, but the man acting as the killer knew these were blood; the woman's dying wails of pain still rang in his ears.

In an instant, not a trace of color remained on his face.

"What kind of technology is this?"

"What is all this stuff on the ground? Huge patches, like magic?"

The villagers of the small mountain village kept their secrets, deliberately isolating themselves, so naturally they didn't know this advanced method; upon seeing the traces, they all jumped in fright.

Even the police officers were startled by the scene.

Ling Yue looked at the man: "You should know what these are, right?"

Under her deep, icy stare, the man shivered uncontrollably, feeling as if she saw through him, his lips trembling.

"Female, female officer, I really don't know..." He tried to resist to the end.

Ling Yue gave him a deep look, then began: "A vicious murder and dismemberment case was discovered in Great Blue Mountain; through investigation we finally determined the victim was a local villager."

She lifted her eyelashes, recalling the document she'd just seen: "According to DNA blood sample analysis, it matches your wife highly."

Honest man: "!!!"

Ling Yue: "What are you surprised about? You already know all this, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone stared at her in shock; however, Ling Yue, fully confident, spoke at length: "These bloodstains are your wife's; for some reason you killed her, and you still have her blood on you."

As she spoke, she shone the UV detection lamp on the man's body; the speckled brownish fluorescence on his arms was clear to everyone.

No one expected it to be this simple.

Ling Yue dared to act only because she was absolutely certain; she had heard the testimony of the sow and the chicken flock, and she relied on these people not knowing how to wash away bloodstains to take this risk.

They might destroy physical evidence, but the remaining traces are hard to destroy; those that persist after washing are the best proof.

But this is under her calculated scenario.

If they used luminol chemicals or bleach to clean the scene, the UV detection lamp would be ineffective.

Now that it's come to this, the truth is fully revealed.

Third Granduncle slapped the man's face in anger: "Lei Zi, how could you do this? You're foolish—she's your wife!"

Villagers rushed forward to break up the fight, police protected the man; Lei Zi opened his mouth, met Third Granduncle's cloudy eyes, and his heart sank.

He lowered his head, his body went limp, like a lifeless corpse: "I'll say, I'll say everything."

He looked at the police, then suddenly bellowed like a madman: "I acted on impulse and killed her with a big knife—who let her cuckold me? Flirting with other men, such a woman deserves to die!"

"After killing her, I was afraid, so I dumped her body in the wild pond of Great Blue Mountain; I returned home hoping for luck, telling the villagers she had gone back to her parents' house, pretending nothing happened."

"I never expected you to find it."

"I have no regrets, not one bit! I treated her so well—how could she betray me?!"

The investigation went so smoothly it was hard to believe; the case seemed to end just like that.

The police present were somewhat bewildered; dozens of officers had been dispatched but hadn't even been used when the case ended—what were they for? Just to watch the spectacle?

Of course not!

Ling Yue looked around at the villagers, a mix of shock and anger, then at the resentful man: "Your so-called kindness just meant making her live in a pigsty?"

Lin Shaoze's eyes deepened as he produced the earlier investigation details, saying: "According to our police investigation, the wife you married suddenly appeared in Tang Family Village two years ago; you loudly proclaimed she was a mentally deficient woman—how could she have betrayed you? Where does this even start?"

Upon hearing this, some experienced officers instinctively looked at the villagers; seeing their shock, their hearts sank halfway.

It's true that poor families sometimes take on a wife they can't otherwise get, marrying a lunatic or simpleton as a custom; but when the whole village helps cover up, and the killer's confession doesn't match, deliberately hiding important information usually points to a bigger secret!

One lie needs a bigger lie to cover it up.

He thought back over the years of handling cases, big and small.

"Could it be that she isn't mentally impaired, but a normal woman you bought as a wife?"

"Abductor Village!" a low cry came from among the officers.

Upon hearing this, all the villagers panicked, looking helplessly at Third Granduncle, the venerable elder, who smiled kindly: "Comrades police, there's no evidence for this—you can't just spout nonsense!"

"Yeah, we farmers toil in the soil every day, all honest people—how could you say that?!"

"Comrades police, speak with evidence!"

The Mediterranean Sea village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I am the village chief; I can guarantee, speaking responsibly, that our Tang Family Village are law-abiding good citizens, absolutely not engaging in the heinous act of human trafficking!"

Despite their loud defenses, the seed of doubt had been planted; previously overlooked details surfaced: are there too many young men in this village? Few women, mostly elderly ladies and middle-aged women.

Where did those young girls and wives go?

Many eyes showed deep thought; Third Granduncle spoke first: "Our village is poor, but the poor still have ambition; comrades police, investigate as you wish—if any abducted girl turns up, I'll leave her to you to handle."

Lin Shaoze: "Rest assured, we won't wrong a good person, nor let a bad one go."

Third Granduncle inexplicably felt a chill down his back, as if sticky water droplets were sliding down, his body temperature dropping a few degrees, his face faintly paling.

Ling Yue glanced; on the old man's slightly hunched back, a pale-faced female ghost floated behind him, exuding a sinister aura.

Just then, those waiting for Ling Yue returned—not people, but precisely a tiger.

"Jun Jun." She communicated with him in her mind; the big tiger swished its tail proudly: "Master, I'm back!"

"This forest is huge; I searched a long time before finding this guy, who claims to be the local boss and knows the area inside out."

"Master, I've brought it over!"

Moments later, a rustling came from the corner of the wall; a small chunk of solid wall suddenly burst open, the gap resembling a dog hole.

A yellow weasel suddenly burst out, making everyone jump again.

Because it was huge, its usually slender and long body, when curled up now, was as big as a washbasin—its size comparable to that of a three‑month‑old puppy.

Seeing it, the villagers were frightened and hurriedly stepped back, their eyes filled with reverence and awe: "Great Immortal Huang!"

The police didn't believe these things, preparing to drive it away; the weasel leapt suddenly, lightning‑fast running to Ling Yue's side, then raised its two slender claws and bowed three times.

"Cucumber pays respects, sir!"

Ling Yue almost couldn't hold back her laughter; "Huanggua" should be called "Nangua" instead.

At that moment, everyone's astonished gaze fell on the weasel; it seemed unaware, and cried out spiritually, wagging its big tail: "Sir, the Mountain Lord has ordered Cucumber to guide you; half of Little Clear Mountain is my territory, and I know where they hid the girls they bought!"

Ling Yue's expression grew grave; she didn't need to ask aloud—she already knew the weasel's appearance was the key to breaking the situation.

Immediately, she lifted her eyes to the frightened villagers: "I hope you're telling the truth."

Ling Yue met Lin Shaoze's gaze: "It just told me where those girls are being held."

She said, pointing backward, her gaze sweeping over rows of houses to fall on the lush, verdant forest: "In the back mountain."

Lin Shaoze's eyes twitched: "Then let's go up the mountain!"

The crowd exchanged glances; some stayed silent, some wore blank expressions, inwardly cursing: "What does this mean? When did the weasel start speaking? Did we just lose our memories?"

Of course that's impossible; countless fiery gazes fell on Ling Yue—the key point is her!

She can communicate with animals!

The thought arose, and she couldn't hold it back.

Ling Yue curled her lips slightly: "Cucumber, you lead the way."

The weasel Cucumber flicked its big tail and started running outward, as if it truly understood, trotting happily. Following Lin Shaoze's command, part of the police stayed behind while part followed up the mountain!

Back mountain!

Several elders who knew the secret widened their eyes: "How is this possible!"

The villagers watched helplessly as the weasel's appearance instantly turned the tide; each one could barely keep a calm façade: "How is this possible? How could anyone communicate with animals!"

Third Uncle glared at the youngsters who were about to lose composure, forcing himself to say: "We must trust the police comrades; they will surely clear our name."

Yet his heart was already desperate.

"Could it really be heaven's will to destroy me?" He wasn't resigned; the Tang family village's generation had been raised by him; years ago the village was on the verge of disbanding, and he single‑handedly saved it, also leading the village onto the kidnapping path, which brought about today's development.

He had long anticipated this day, but when it actually arrived, he was unwilling.

His cloudy eyes swept over the frightened youths; these are just kids in their twenties, with bright futures ahead! He helped people abduct women from the city who didn't want to marry, to bear children—that's a great merit, how could it be a crime!

It's not him that's wrong; it's this world, this corrupt world!

Third Uncle puffed hard on his pipe, ash falling in clumps; how could these girls not obey the ancestors' rule—men marry when grown, women wed when grown—that's the proper way!

Back mountain.

Upon entering the forest, it became the weasel's domain; it seemed to have come home, striding boldly into the woods—sometimes moving so fast the police couldn't keep up, then it would clutch its big tail, turn its head and wait, its pair of watery large eyes fixed on the crowd.

"Wow, I'm already going slow—how are you even slower than me?"

"Are these the police? Aren't they a bit useless!"

Hearing that, Ling Yue: "……"

On the road, only a few officers, including Ling Yue, could keep pace with it—all elite personnel from the bureau.

As they went farther, their expressions grew increasingly grave; though they had thought the mountains were uninhabited, a faint trail had been carved out, winding and twisting, with many turns.

Weasel Cucumber stopped before a dirt slope, the ground covered with weeds and dry vines; if not for the weasel's indication, they might have simply walked past it.

Weasel Cucumber lay at the edge of the slope, sniffed, then shouted loudly: "Here! I saw them go down; halfway there is a hollowed‑out big cave, and the girls are hidden inside!"

After Ling Yue translated, everyone exchanged glances—how to descend? Even a small slope has an incline; one misstep could mean a broken bone.

Weasel Cucumber: "Right under your feet!"

Ling Yue lowered her gaze to the weeds and dry vines; after a moment she bent, pulled up the underlying dry vine, and discovered that what looked like a dry vine was actually a hemp rope painted over.

Hidden among the weeds and genuine dry vines, it was sufficient to pass as the real thing.

The officers pulled them out one by one, the weeds on the ground also turned over; someone followed the trail to its end, where stood several thick‑trunked large trees, the rope buried just beneath a shallow layer of soil.

"What a variety of tricks these people have… damn, there are so many!"

"Don't swear."

"Get ready, let's go down and have a look. Don't forget your weapons," Lin Shaoze said, rubbing his thumb against his waist for a moment—there should be a noticeable bulge. Because this operation was special, the higher-ups had allocated not only police but also weapons and equipment, just in case.

Ling Yue was the first to go down, more agile than anyone; with a light touch of her toes, under everyone's watch she stepped onto the rope and slid down, midway leaping into the cave.

She stepped on a thick layer of humus, covered with fallen dry branches and leaves, making a creaking sound.

Inside the pitch‑black cave nothing could be seen; it gave off a pungent odor, a sense of rot and decay.

Ling Yue switched on her flashlight, lifted her gaze, and met pair after pair of desperate, painful eyes; finally she could see the women in the cave—like corpses slumped this way and that, walking dead, worse than death; those were the only thoughts she could have.

"Are… you… new here?" the woman gasped, leaning on a companion's shoulder, weakly asking.

They didn't know how long they'd been locked up here, with no water or food; everyone knew those people were waiting for them to submit, and this was also a punishment born of frustration and rage.

Because someone actually dared to defy them, to challenge their authority!

"Damn authority—nothing but inhuman beasts, filth worse than animals!"

Ling Yue shook her head; her eyes felt hot, the moisture nearly uncontrollable, threatening to spill out—she was glad the light didn't reach her, so no one saw her on the verge of tears.

She walked up to the woman, knelt, twisted open her bottled water, and said: "I'm not a newcomer; I've come for you—I'm here to take you home."

The women in the cave stared at her, dazed.

After a long while, uncontrollable sobbing filled the entire cave.

When they returned, they received the best care; the woman who had spoken earlier wept, stubbornly gazing at the sunset, layer upon layer of rosy evening clouds spreading and shifting, like a vast scroll imprinted on the sky.

She couldn't help but turn back, looking at the rescued sisters—they had really come out, escaping from that pitch‑black cave where no light could be seen.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from down the mountain.

Lin Shaoze's face instantly darkened; he led part of the police rushing down the mountain at full speed, while the rest stayed to look after the rescued girls.

The girl she was supporting instinctively hugged her, lips dead‑skin‑like opening and closing: "Guns! They have guns!"

Ling Yue's eyes flickered: "It's fine, no one will bully you again; we will definitely protect you."

Just now, Jun Jun told her it was those unwilling villagers who had rebelled; I don't know where they got a handgun, and Cheng Ziming had almost been shot in the heart.

Ling Yue asked: "Are you the one helping?"

Da Lao Hu Junjun puffed out his chest proudly, only later realizing the master couldn't see his appearance, and said: "It's me; although he's noisy and never stops talking, he's a good person."

Jun Jun said seriously: "Good people should be rewarded."

Ling Yue also smiled; the girl she was supporting asked her: "Sis, what are you happy about?"

Ling Yue said: "I'm happy; good people will surely be rewarded."

Down the slope, Cheng Ziming leaned against a stone, panting nonstop, pain making him grit his teeth; his teammates returned fire, and soon the main force arrived, subduing everyone.

All the officers' faces were grim; no one expected that these villagers actually had guns!

Definitely a big fish!

As expected, after a simple interrogation they learned this was actually a trafficking gang's hideout hidden for decades—the whole village consisted of criminals.

In the village, aside from some seventy‑ or eighty‑year‑old women, everyone else had been abducted; some were brainwashed, screaming and struggling when taken away by police, while others were numb—long‑term abuse had ground their flesh to dust, leaving only empty shells.

The most emotionally agitated were the defiant girls, who grabbed, kicked, and bit with anything they had, their faces already streaked with tears.

"You deserve to die! You really deserve to die!"

Third Uncle covered the blood on his face and shouted loudly: "I'm the principal offender; they're accessories. Our country has regulations—traffickers don't deserve death; they're young, still children!"

Ling Yue smiled, looking at the confiscated weapons: "If we add assault on police and illegal possession of firearms, with ten guns here, even if they go to prison they'll wear out the bottom of their cells for life!"

The smug villagers' faces instantly turned deathly pale.

Lin Shaoze frowned, looking at the appearing firearms; the state strictly bans firearms and ammunition—these couldn't be obtained through just any channel, and he suspected there was a mastermind behind the incident.

"Take them away for thorough interrogation."

Police cars shuttled back and forth; Ling Yue brought steaming hot white porridge—they hadn't eaten anything for days, and suddenly eating meat would be hard on their bodies.

A woman suddenly grabbed her hand, eyes wide with bewilderment: "Tingting's dead, right?"

Ling Yue blinked; behind her, the bewildered female water ghost slowly turned its head, and from the woman's account she learned the dead woman's life story.

She was a city girl whose parents were workers; her biggest worry was each school exam—her scores were always slightly above average—and then the weekly cram classes she had to attend.

Later she took the most important exam of her life, the college entrance exam; thanks to her hard work she barely scraped into her desired university, her family delighted and took her on a trip.

At the crowded station they were separated.

An old grandfather asked her for help: "Little girl, I haven't eaten for several days; take me to sell some steamed buns."

She hesitated, then agreed; right in the little alley beside the train station, moments later the shop door slammed shut.

Opening her eyes she saw only a bed; she had suffered inhuman torment, the girl lived in a pigsty, constantly chained, and the brainwashed abducted woman urged her to resign herself to fate.

She refused: "On what grounds? On what grounds!"

"I didn't volunteer; my life has only just begun!"

Until one day she finally angered the man, who brutally murdered her; afterward he claimed he had been drunk and tossed her, barely recognizable, into the water.

"Water ghost—must be Tingting," she clutched her head, it hurt so much; why was her mind empty, with no memory at all?

She lunged to choke the man's neck; the uncontrolled force brought him repeatedly to the brink of death, his dilated pupils reflecting a pale bluish ghost: "You! How did you come back?"

He had clearly scooped out her brain, filling it with flour and paste; Third Uncle told him that even if she died wrongfully and became a ghost, she would retain no memory.

Everyone hearing this went cold in an instant.

Even the officers who had wanted to rescue him hesitated, stunned, staring at him: "Can a person really do this?"

"Pah, scum!" the justice‑filled officer wished he would just strangle himself right then; these people were beyond redemption.

The man didn't die after all—and that was worse than death.

Tingting clung to him constantly; at every moment he could hear the dripping of water, in his dreams he relived the nightmare over and over—he became Tingting, saw his own ferocious, ugly face, a great cleaver hacking down again and again, tormented endlessly in hell.

Watching the police cars drive off, Ling Yue didn't leave; instead she turned and went up Little Clear Mountain.

Little Green Mountain paled against the endless mountains behind it, yet because it abutted the Evercloud Range and remained undeveloped, it was exceptionally clear and lovely.

Rose‑colored sunset clouds floated in the sky, like a castle of piled‑on colors, magnificently splendid.

She withdrew her gaze; in the jungle a fluffy big tiger waited for it, and beside it a yellow weasel cucumber looked around.

Spotting her from afar, the yellow weasel cucumber raced over: "Sir, you've finally come—the Mountain Lord told me only you can help; please save my child!"

Ling Yue blinked, looking at Jun Jun; they hadn't even discussed payment for the guide just now, and she coughed lightly: "Get up first, tell me what happened to your family."

Yellow weasel cucumber: "My child's been snatched by our enemies; they say if I don't withdraw from Little Clear Mountain they'll swallow my child whole!"

Ling Yue keenly seized on the doubt: "…Why would it take your child?"

The yellow weasel cucumber flared with indignation: "Because it wants to be the king of Little Clear Mountain—this has always been my turf, and relying on its strength it just wants to bully me!"

"This is our family's ancestral land—my grandparents, great‑grandparents, all our forebears are buried here; this is the inheritance they passed down to me!"

Cucumber Big Tail started swinging on the ground with a papapa sound, each swing creating a big pit; Ling Yue stared, dumbfounded—Is this a weasel? Are you sure it's not a little cannonball?

Jun Jun lowered its head, its fluffy fur brushing against her cheek, soft and smooth, Ling Yue's movement stalled, hearing it whisper softly: "Master, we must go!"

Jun Jun stared at the weasel: "This weasel definitely ate something good, look how it's mutated. Yet it still can't beat a person, and in its anxiety it wants you to help—surely that thing went wrong; we need to go intercept it!"

Ling Yue listened to its bandit-like demeanor, couldn't help but rub her forehead, yet she also realized the weasel Cucumber Big Tail's words were half true, half false, not to be fully trusted.

They discussed for a while, the weasel Cucumber Big Tail's eyes darting around, although it was extremely anxious inside, it dared not speak out lightly.

This is its only hope now.

Ling Yue finished the discussion and said: "I promise you."

"Where does your enemy live? Quickly take me there."