I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

At this moment, we all gathered near the wedding stage, surrounded by a yellow mist. Just moments ago, it was a lively scene, but suddenly the surroundings became deathly silent, as if those who had been drinking at the wedding had never existed.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat oppressive and somber.

Wang Guodong looked around in alarm and suddenly said to me, "Young Master Wu, why don't we leave? This place is too scary, it's giving me the creeps."

“Grandpa Wang, your granddaughter-in-law’s baby hasn’t even been born yet. If we leave like this, it could mean the death of both mother and child, and your Wang family line will end.” I explained the current situation to him.

Hearing me say this, Wang Guodong was no longer afraid, and a surge of righteous indignation welled up within him: "We can't leave, we absolutely can't leave, we must fight these weasels to the end."

Upon hearing this, even Master Qiao rolled his eyes.

I looked around, feeling puzzled. I didn't know what these weasels were up to, or where they had gone.

I now seriously suspect that the people in this entire village may not be human, but a bunch of weasels, and this place may be a weasel's den.

Everything before our eyes was an illusion created by those weasels; we were simply blinded by the yellow mist and couldn't see their true forms.

Just as we were hesitating about what to do next, we suddenly heard footsteps approaching us.

It seems like there are quite a few people there.

Before long, a young woman dressed in a red wedding gown came into view.

The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, with a bewitching appearance. Behind her were the villagers who had previously eaten at the banquet.

When I looked at the girl in the wedding dress, the first thing that came to mind was the image of Wang Guodong sitting on the bed with a woman with a yellow weasel-like head.

But somehow, the weasel's head suddenly transformed into that of a normal woman.

I noticed that behind those women followed a group of people who were carrying knives, guns, and clubs, looking quite menacing.

Damn it, are you putting on an act for me?

I remained calm in the face of the newcomer until the woman in the wedding dress approached. She pointed at me and angrily said, "It was him! He stole my man and even hit me!"

A group of people immediately pointed at me indignantly and started cursing, and some even made a move to charge at me.

Upon seeing this scene, Third Master Qiao immediately stepped forward and tried to explain to them in Manchu.

I walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Third Master Qiao, stop arguing with them. They're not even human, just a bunch of weasels in disguise. Even now, they're still trying to bewitch people. It's really pointless."

As I spoke, I walked up to the crowd, raised the Shengxie Sword in my hand, and pointed it at them.

Driven by spiritual power, the Victory Sword was filled with evil energy and murderous intent. The villagers and the woman in the wedding dress all changed their expressions and retreated a distance.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. This whole thing is pointless. Call out your ancestor; I have something to say to him. You weasels, how dare you! Believe me or not, I'll wipe you all out, leaving not a single one alive!" I roared angrily.

"What a boastful tone! Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?" Just as the villagers were stunned by my imposing manner, a path immediately opened up in the crowd, and an old woman in a yellow dress, leaning on a cane and supported by two young girls, came straight to me.

Despite her advanced age, this old lady possessed a remarkable presence, especially her clear and bright eyes, which were unlike those of an elderly person, further highlighting her extraordinary nature.

Facing the old woman, I sneered and said, "You must be the oldest weasel here, right? What exactly do you want?"

"Young man, you really don't know your place, running wild in front of this old woman. Now that you're here, I certainly won't let you leave alive." The old woman slammed her cane heavily onto the ground, her demonic aura instantly spreading throughout her body, and her eyes became sharp and full of murderous intent.

"Don't try to scare me. I'm not easily frightened. You may be quite skilled, but you're nothing in my eyes. I've seen people much more skilled than you. If you want to fight, I'm ready. You might not be my match." I stood opposite the old woman, showing no fear.

"You came here specifically to see me, didn't you?" As she spoke, the old woman's gaze fell on Wang Guodong, who was standing not far away.

When Wang Guodong met the old woman's gaze, he immediately trembled in fright and hid behind me.

At this moment, Master Qiao and the others also sensed that the old woman was very powerful, and they were all too frightened to utter a sound.

Little Begonia was still standing beside me, not afraid of the old woman at all. She even said loudly to me, "Don't be afraid, you junk collector. I'll protect you. It's just a weasel spirit."

“That’s right, we came here specifically to find you and settle an old matter from decades ago,” I said seriously.

"What do you want?" The old woman squinted at me.

“Decades ago, Wang Guodong set a trap and captured a lynx. The lynx killed a weasel and was taken home by Wang Guodong. On the way, they encountered a pack of wolves. To escape the wolves' pursuit, he threw the lynx's carcass into the wolves' food along the way. When he got home, his pregnant wife was starving. In desperation, he ate the weasel's flesh to fill his stomach. You old woman, however, held a grudge against Wang Guodong, causing the Wang family to be disabled for generations. Now your granddaughter-in-law is pregnant but unable to give birth. It must be because of your curse, right?” I said seriously.

"That's right, it was all my doing, what can you do about it?" the old woman sneered.

“Old weasel, as the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. That weasel wasn’t killed by Wang Guodong, but by the lynx. Besides, the weasel was already dead. Wang Guodong had no other choice but to eat the weasel’s flesh. Aren’t you going too far?” I said seriously.

"Excessive? Is this excessive? It's precisely because he didn't kill my grandson that I didn't take their lives and leave them crippled for generations. This is just my punishment. Although my grandson wasn't killed by Wang Guodong, he consumed my grandson's spiritual body. This is the fate they deserve!" The old woman said angrily, and suddenly yellow hairs grew on her face.