Chapter 40 Weasel Kneel Down (2/2)

I didn’t want to go through a thriller like Li Muzi's job right now.

I had only one life, could only die once. I had to be cautious. Not to mention the symptoms of Liao Min were much scarier than the other guests I received.

If they don't ask in detail, who would dare to do it?

She heard my tough words, and suddenly her whole person collapsed, tears flying.

She was crying in front of me, full of breasts going up and down.

I was in no hurry to speak. This time was not the time to be soft-hearted. If I comforted her, would she tell me the truth?

I sat there, smoking, looking at her.

After more than ten minutes, she could think clearly and told me the truth.

She said she might have really riled the weasel.

”How do you mean?” I pricked my ears and listened carefully.

She said that one week ago she took a day off to rest at home.

Because the previous period of real estate trends was good, she worked very busily, and it wasn’t easy to rest. She bought an old hen and put it in the kitchen.

On the morning of the rest day, she heard the hen roaring.

She pushed the door out to see, and found a foot-long weasel biting her old hen.

Originally she was exhausted, her mood was not very good, and this weasel also ate her hen. She rushed to the kitchen, took up a plate, and smashed the weasel until it fled wildly.

”Still running? I'll crush you.” She looked at the dying old hen on the ground and got even angrier, and continued to chase the weasel.

The weasel did not run out the window and was running around her bedroom, but avoiding the bed, which made her suspicious.

You say this weasel should find a place to nest?

She felt under the bed; there was something strange.

So, she grabbed the edge of the bed, wanting to overturn the frame.

She was ready to overturn it, when suddenly the weasel, who had been running, made a strange action.

It swayed back and forth on its hind legs, and the body stood upright, like a man kneeling.

She said that if looked closely, she could see weasel tears. It seemed to be begging her.

However, she didn't care why the weasel was kneeling, and directly overturned the frame.

It turned out that under her bed, there lived five or six weasel cubs, who opened their eyes.

I thought the kneeling weasel was the father or mother of these cubs. It knelt to her, hoping that she would not hurt the cubs.

Under normal circumstances, she would probably give these weasels life, but on that day, she was very painful and tired, and wanted to boil some old chicken soup to drink. But she didn’t get to drink it because the old hen died in the mouth of the weasel.

This made her angry, plus she was born to hate small animals. When she saw so many weasel cubs, she almost vomited.

She was not comfortable. With one foot, the cubs were all trampled to death.

That kneeling weasel, which was just begging, suddenly became furious and jumped on her, biting her leg.

She threw the weasel to the ground, and stomped on its head with another foot.

A few seconds, and the weasel family were all trampled dead by her.

After that, she went to the door to use a broom to sweep all these things into the dustbin, and as a result, when she was moving the broom, she found the weasels’ eyes open.

The weasels' eyes looked at her very resentfully.

At that time she was also very afraid, and decided to cremate all these weasels.

So, she found a laundry bucket, threw inside the bodies of all those weasels, poured a large bottle of white wine over them, and set them on fire.

The fire turned the weasels into a heap of coke, and the next day, her problem began to appear. She could always see a fire, and often felt like she was being burned, rolling on the ground painfully.

After listening to her, I took a deep breath: “You have a lot of courage. Weasel are very evil. They are usually killed and directly thrown away, but you used fire? “

”Master, is there anything important about it?” she asked me.

I shook my head and talked about what my master once said to me, all things have lives and lives are all the same.

Master said, rats and weasels like stealing our food, and sometimes will bite our furniture, this is their cause. Because of this we kill them; this is the ”effect”. There is nothing more to it.

But don't torture them, let alone their bodies.

Otherwise, the ghosts of these little animals will take revenge.

Among small animals, the weasels are the most spiritual.

You destroyed their family and baked their bodies, so they must take revenge.

She immediately hugged my legs and said: “Master, you must save me.”