System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

"What, Aunt Rat?"

As the fat man moved the corpse aside, he said, "This person really does look like a rat. It's quite possible that he was transformed from a rat spirit."

"What rat spirit? She's just a poor woman. Don't damage her body."

"Alright, respect the dead. We'll be using their place tonight, so let's help protect her body."

Although I don't know if she's like the Second Aunt Mouse from the novels I've read before, I think she's probably similar.

The so-called Second Aunt of the Rat was actually a woman with a deformed face who married a corpse driver and thus lived in the coffin house.

Once, when she fell ill, the corpse driver went to the mountains to collect herbs. He accidentally lost his life, leaving her alone to live in the coffin house for decades.

After the body died, no one disposed of it. A passing corpse-transporting craftsman turned it into a zombie, which is how the body was preserved intact.

The method of making zombies in western Hunan has long been lost; what we hear now are just legends.

Legend has it that after a person dies, instead of pouring arsenic into their body, they would smear it all over their body and then stand it behind a door panel, which would then turn them into a complete zombie.

As for how the body retains moisture and hardens without drying out, no one knows.

Zhang Hao and his companions found a place to sit and rest in the inn, waiting for dawn to continue their journey.

When midnight came, the people who stayed on watch lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Just as Zhang Hao was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly noticed some noise in the storage room.

He opened his eyes and saw the fat man holding an entrenching tool and approaching a decaying coffin.

"Fatty, what's wrong?"

“Brother Zhang Hao, it seems there are some rice dumplings inside this coffin, trying to get around it. But don’t worry about a few ordinary rice dumplings, I can handle them easily.”

"call out!"

As soon as the fat man got close, a weasel as thick as an arm suddenly jumped out of the coffin.

It hopped and jumped, and in no time it reached the crossbeam.

"Holy crap, it's just a weasel. This thing is used to scare people in a coffin."

The fat man raised his entrenching tool and jumped up to swat the weasel.

"I'll teach you to scare people. I'll beat you to death."

The weasel jumped to the side and dodged it.

Just then, a strong smell of urine hit us.

"court death!"

With a thought, a seed flew out from Zhang Hao's palm.

With a "bang," the weasel turned into a bloody mist and disappeared.

"what……"

"I'll kill you!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Hao slapped the fat man across the face, turning half of his face red.

"What's wrong? What happened to Fatty just now?"

"That weasel's urination put you into a hallucination."

Zhang Hao turned around and glanced at the others, who were all still fast asleep.

If he hadn't intervened, these people would probably have fallen into the illusion like the fat man.

"Squeak squeak..."

Just then, a sound rang in my ears.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw more than a dozen weasels of various sizes appear at the door.

The fat man was startled by the sight.

"Holy crap, everyone says weasels hold grudges, this guy's got a grudge against us."

Zhang Hao hadn't expected this thing to be so vengeful; he'd only killed it two minutes ago, and it was already coming after him so quickly.

"Fatty, what are you yelling about?"

The commotion caused by Zhang Hao and the fat man woke up everyone else.

They were all startled when they saw a group of weasels at the door.

So many weasels!

"Their urine can induce hallucinations, so be careful."

Upon seeing so many weasels appear, everyone took a stand and drew their weapons, ready to attack.

At that moment, the air rippled and rapidly approached the group.

Zhang Qilin frowned, but made no move.

The others did not react at all.

"Everyone, be careful!"

As Zhang Hao gave the warning, he threw a piece of clothing out. The clothing landed more than a meter above the ground and then stopped falling. It then hovered in mid-air and approached the group.

"Holy crap, this is a painted skin that has come to life."

Seeing this, who wouldn't understand that what's under the clothes is a highly skilled weasel?

Just as the garment was about two or three meters away from the group, it suddenly fell to the ground, revealing a yellow fur with white hair.

"Look outside, all those weasels are dead."

Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Yi Sa, and Ding Yudie were no longer as surprised as before by this situation.

They all looked at Zhang Hao.

"Brother Zhang Hao, was it you who made the move?"

"Uncle, how did you do that?"

"Boss, you're amazing! If you hadn't intervened, we wouldn't have even noticed that old weasel, and we might have lost our lives."

Zhang Hao smiled but did not answer the question.

It was just a few weasels; I didn't take it seriously at all.

"Alright, the problem is solved. Let's get some more sleep. It'll be dawn soon, and we still have to keep going."

The next morning, Zhang Hao and his group of six headed toward Ping Mountain following the route on the map.

"Ouch, that hurts so much, Fatty!"

As soon as he stepped out of the restaurant, the fat man's foot sank into the dirt, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Fatty, what's going on?"

"It was perfectly fine, but it collapsed as soon as I stepped on it."

"Haha, you should lose weight. You're so fat that the earth can't support your weight."

"Go away, go away, go away. Fatty is fat, but not to that extent."

As he spoke, the fat man stood up, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

He had just lifted his foot to walk when the other foot sank back into the ground.

This time, instead of cursing, his eyes lit up.

"Something's not going to be right here. Fatty's going to make a fortune this time!"

You've all probably heard that weasels love to amass wealth, carrying gold and silver into their dens. The fact that that pack of weasels arrived so quickly last night means their den must be nearby.

As he spoke, the fat man pulled his feet out of the soil, then lay down on the ground and peered into the spot where the trap had been.

"Holy crap, this really is a weasel's lair!"

He excitedly got up from the ground, then took out his entrenching tool and started digging on the spot.

After digging just a few shovelfuls, they dug out a tunnel about the size of a bowl. After digging a few more times along the tunnel, they heard a "boom" and everyone felt their feet sink and fall down.

After Zhang Hao landed, he looked around and realized they had fallen into a cave.

He looked up at the sky, which was about two or three meters above the ground.

The cave was surrounded by openings the size of bowls, and a strong smell of urine emanated from those openings.

This is clearly the lair of the weasels.

The middle of the cave was filled with gold, silver, jewelry, and various antiques, like a mountain of gold.

At that moment, a system notification sounded in Zhang Hao's mind.

[Ding! Rare item, Soul-Capturing Bell, detected.]

"Ok?"

There was even a rare item among that pile of gold and silver jewelry, which was an unexpected bonus.