Yu Qingyu led all the weasels away from the mountain with the ruined temple, and if he encountered other animals along the way, he would tell them to leave the mountain.
"Haw... Ancestor, why do we have to move?"
Yu Qingyu glanced at the youngest little guy, "Because we will die if we don't move."
"Ancestor, why?" The little weasel's hair hadn't fully grown yet, and there was still a layer of fluff on its body. It was fleshy, and its moist eyes looked at him admiringly.
Yu Qingyu stopped and touched the top of his head, "We are human, so we should stay away from people in the future, they will beat us to death."
"But my mother said that human beings are very afraid of us now. In order to prevent us from making trouble, they even enshrined their ancestors. How could they do this? Aren't they afraid of our revenge?"
Yu Qingyu continued to walk forward, "Little fat man, you don't understand people's hearts, just remember to stay away from humans."
"Oh~" The little fat man agreed lazily, and then the mother mouse let him bite her own tail and dragged him away.
Yu Qingyu looked back at the mountain, thinking that in the middle of the night, the mountain should be on fire, it's a pity that there are so many trees and animals in the mountain.
After dinner, Han Si didn't go out to play mahjong, nor did he go out to drink. He lay on the kang and didn't know what he was thinking.
Mother Han picked up the wool and started knitting clothes. The autumn harvest is over, and the sweater should be ready to wear in just two days if it is knitted soon.
Han Zhujing was sitting at the table reading a book, the room was silent for a while only the sound from the TV.
At nine o'clock, Han Zhujing went to sleep in another room.
Thanks to the patronage of the original owner, their family has five large tile-roofed houses, one for Han Zhujing himself, one for his parents, and the rest for the kitchen and main room.
The moon was full tonight, and the road outside was dimly illuminated by the moonlight through the gaps in the big trees. Hans was sweating all over his body carrying two plastic buckets.
He looked back from time to time, always feeling that something was staring at him, which made him speed up even more.
Seeing Han Si pour gasoline around the ruined temple, Yu Qingyu's eyes became even colder.
This is indeed a character of killing everything, and is ruthless enough. If he is not the one who is dealing with him, he will give him a thumbs up.
Hans carefully pulled out an oil line, and after exiting 100 meters, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he let go of the lighter in his hand, the mountain will be on fire in no time.
No matter how powerful Huang Daxian is, he has not yet reached the point where he can fly. As long as he dies, his son will be safe, and he can continue to live an enviable life for the rest of his life.
Hans's eyes became more and more crazy, "pop" in the howling autumn wind, and there was a slight sound, and the flame of the lighter was blown out by the wind several times.
Hans looked around, took out a wooden stick wrapped in rubber from behind, and squatted down.
Fortunately, he expected this situation.
"Crack, crack." Two voices sounded, and a fire light shone from in front of him.
Yu Qingyu took a step back instinctively, the scene of being burned into a ball of scorched black appeared in his mind, his eyes slowly turned blood red, and he stared at Han Si firmly.
"Quiet, quiet, I will avenge you."
The remaining consciousness in the body wanted to rush over and tear Han Si apart, but was suppressed by Yu Qingyu forcefully.
Now that he killed Hans, how will he change form in the future, and what will he do with his faith
He will use this matter to maximize his own interests.
The wooden stick was ignited, and Hans threw it on the oil line with a grim expression on his face...
(end of this chapter)