The yellow figure tumbled to the ground and coughed out a mouthful of blood. It landed in front of him and was covered in blood red spots. Du Kang quickly walked forward and stepped on it. Only then did he have the time to look down at the weasel carefully.
This little thing wasn't very big. Its head and tail were no more than a foot long. It had four short and thick legs, and its entire body was covered in shiny yellow fur. Only the fur on the top of its head and the tip of its tail was faintly white. It was very beautiful.
"White fur, damn, a hundred years of cultivation!"
Du Kang's heart could not help but tremble. The booklet that Weiwei gave him introduced Huang Xian, which was also a weasel.
Weasels were different from foxes. As foxes' cultivation increased, their tails would increase. The easiest way to distinguish the strength of a fox immortal was to count its tails. The more tails, the more terrifying its strength. For example, Daji who bewitched King Zhou of Yin was a nine-tailed fox.
The weasel's cultivation was shedding its fur. First, it would open its spiritual wisdom, then its tail, and then its limbs. When the weasel shed its yellow fur and its whole body was snow-white, it would also become an immortal and become a real Huang Xian.
The weasel in front of him had white fur on its head and a faint white tip of its tail. Obviously, its cultivation was not high. It was conservatively estimated that it became a spirit before the founding of the country, which was a hundred years of cultivation.
"Hey, can we talk calmly now?" Du Kang hooked his finger and knocked on the weasel's head twice.
The weasel raised its small head and stared at Du Kang with its round eyes. Its eyes were filled with human-like resentment and hatred. It bared its teeth at Du Kang and growled in a low voice. Its expression was very fierce.
However, all of this was laughable in the eyes of Du Kang. He exerted a little force and the weasel suddenly coughed violently again, blood gushing out of its mouth.
"You're very arrogant, aren't you?"
He bent down and pulled the weasel out from under his feet and raised it to his eyes. Looking at the blood-covered Huang Xian, Du Kang's mouth curled into a sinister smile and he clenched his fists tightly.
Feeling the weasel's delicate ribs in his hands, the feeling of warm flesh and blood in his palms made Du Kang addicted like a drug.
"Cough … pfff!"
Suddenly, a mouthful of sweet blood sprayed onto Du Kang's face, and a few drops fell into his mouth. It was sweet and salty. His throat rolled, and Du Kang suddenly woke up. Looking at the weasel that he had strangled to its last breath, he was so scared that he quickly let go of it and held it in his palm.
"Hey, are you okay? Hey!"
"Pfft." After a bout of violent coughing, the weasel finally managed to catch his breath. His four short legs struggled to get up from Du Kang's palm. When his pair of big eyes looked at Du Kang, there was a look of horror.
"Phew, you scared me. I thought you were dead."
Du Kang let out a long sigh. He carried the weasel to the living room and put it on the coffee table. At this time, the weasel was seriously injured and dying. Du Kang was not afraid that it would run away again. He sat cross-legged on the floor and looked at it, "Can you tell me why you wanted to harm their family?"
"You …" The weasel curled up its body and did not dare to make eye contact with Du Kang. It seemed to be very frightened. Its previous resentment and arrogance were long gone. Its big furry tail swayed from side to side twice, and finally shook its head, "I don't want to say."
"Hey, you …" Du Kang was annoyed by the weasel that refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and was thinking about how to scare it into telling the truth. Suddenly, the phone in his arms rang.
It was a phone call.
"Hello, what's up?"
"Nothing, I just want to make sure that you haven't made any mistakes of principle." Yang Yifei's unserious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Screw you, do you think this dorm leader is that kind of person?" Du Kang laughed and scolded, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"No, no, no. Hey, who are you people?
What are you doing!
Wait a minute … "The voice on the other end of Yang Yifei suddenly became noisy. It seemed that there were a lot of people.
Du Kang could not help but frown and asked loudly, "Hey, Feifei, where are you? Why are you so noisy? What happened?"
"Ah, dorm leader, come back quickly. Something big happened in your store. Someone wants to smash it. I can't hold it anymore." This time, Yang Yifei's voice sounded anxious.
Du Kang jumped up from the ground, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
He put the phone in his pocket, grabbed the meek kitten on the table with one hand, and dashed downstairs. He got on his bike and rushed back.
As expected, when he reached the intersection, he saw a group of hooligans surrounding the entrance of 1314 convenience store.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Du Kang jumped down and threw the bike on the ground. His left hand grabbed the last hooligan by the collar and pulled him behind him.
Du Kang was strong to begin with. Coupled with his sudden action, the hooligan felt like he was stepping on air. Then, he fell on his butt. When he saw the person who threw him out, Du Kang had already squeezed into the crowd.
"Which crotch didn't tighten and exposed you?"
A lad with a baton in his hand pointed it at Du Kang's nose and sneered, causing a group of minions behind him to join in the commotion. The sound of "Oh Oh Oh" was endless.
Du Kang glanced at the hooligan with the baton in his hand. He had triangular eyes, broom-like eyebrows, a fierce-looking face, and a pair of wheel-less ears. He had a buzz cut, tanned skin, and bare arms. He was short, only reaching Du Kang's chin. He had a tattoo of Zhong Kui catching ghosts on his body, and a thumb-thick gold chain around his neck.
When Yang Yifei saw Du Kang rushing back, he quickly ran to Du Kang's side and asked in a low voice, "Dorm leader, who are these people?"
"F * ck, who am I supposed to ask if you're asking me? I'm the one who wants to ask you. Why did a bunch of trash suddenly appear after I left?" Du Kang glanced at the dozen or so hooligans from the corner of his eyes.
All of them wore their hats askew and glared at him. They didn't wear proper clothes and insisted on showing off the tattoos on their bodies, such as dragons and tigers, ghost heads, and large carps. They even had to be matched with a golden chain to match their attire.
"Kid, you're very arrogant."
The hooligan with the baton glared at Du Kang with his triangular eyes when he saw that Du Kang ignored him. He walked over with his baton and knocked it on Du Kang's shoulder.
"Bah!"
He spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, tilted his head, and looked up and down at Du Kang. "Hehe, kid, you're the owner of this shop?"
"So what if I am and so what if I'm not?
What are you guys planning to do? "
Du Kang raised his hand and brushed off the baton on his shoulder. He took a step forward and coldly glanced at all the hooligans present. "I'm in a bad mood recently. Don't make me do it. Otherwise, don't think of going back standing."