Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Mo'er opened her mind and scanned Li Yun. Sure enough, there was a weasel shadow behind Li Yun, looking at her vigilantly.

She snorted and said, "Are you going to leave or not? If you torture my cousin again, I will feed you to the tiger, believe it or not."

Then Mo'er shouted, "Mom!", and with a plop, a two-meter-long Siberian tiger appeared on the ground.

Old Mrs. Li screamed, jumped up more than one meter high, and landed accurately in Li Moer's arms, a very standard princess hug.

Li Moer was very upset. He put down Mrs. Li and then pulled off her hands that were around his neck. The others were not in a much better situation. Aunt San collapsed on the ground and was trying to crawl out with her hands.

Uncle San's legs were also trembling. He stood in front of Li Ping. Li Ping held her father's waist tightly with both hands.

When Mo'er saw the shadow of the weasel, he trembled at first, then his eyes rolled around and he calmed down again.

Mo'er guessed that it must be thinking, since I am just a phantom, the tiger can't do anything to me.

Mo'er snorted, then said, "Let's go, Third Uncle." Li Zhihe was confused: "Where to?" Mo'er said: "Don't ask, just go. I can't do anything about it, I'll go find an expert."

Mo'er saw the weasel's obvious disdain. Li Zhihe had no choice but to follow Li Mo'er out of the room with trembling legs.

After leaving the yard, Mo'er was followed by the tiger. She stroked the tiger's fur and whispered, "Uncle San, take me to the place where my cousin killed the weasel."

When she entered the yard just now, she scanned the area with her mind and did not find any trace of the weasel.

She guessed that the two weasels might still be in the mountains. The two people and the tiger were walking in the village. The villagers wanted to say hello to Li Moer when they saw her, but when they saw the tiger, they screamed and ran away, running faster than a rabbit!

Soon, there was no one left in the village. They all hid in their houses and refused to come out.

After walking up the mountain for a while, Li Zhihe said, "It was smashed on that mound in front."

Mo'er's mind swept over the area and indeed saw a mound of earth over a meter high. She swept her mind below the mound and was shocked to discover that about ten meters underground, there was actually a cemetery. It was quite large, more than a hundred square meters, and there were many bottles and jars inside, as well as a blood-red coffin. The person in the coffin was wearing official uniform, and Mo'er didn't know what rank the uniform represented.

The man's skin was shriveled and his body was covered with a layer of white hair, about one centimeter long.

Mo'er's heart skipped a beat. Could this be the legendary zombie? No, how could it be such a coincidence?

On top of the coffin, there were indeed two weasels, one large and one small. The large one sat like a human, with its front legs on either side of its body, seemingly practicing cultivation.

The little one was sleeping on the side, and Mo'er was muttering, "Is the soul leaving the body?"

With a thought, she put both weasels into the space, and then, without even looking at the things in the tomb, she went down the mountain with her uncle.

What she didn't know was that, at the moment the two weasels disappeared, one of the corpse's fingers seemed to move. If she had seen that, she would have immediately contacted Old Man Wei to find a way to destroy the corpse, and the tragedy of six deaths and nine injuries six months later would not have occurred. Would she have regretted it then?