The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 287 Capture (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Zhao Ti gripped his cloak and squinted, just as he heard the old man's sinister laughter coming from beside him.

Then he saw a hand silently reach out and strike his shoulder.

At this moment, the yellow-clad men surrounded them, emitting piercing cries. The old woman also struck the ground with her cane, making a loud, chaotic sound, like beating a drum.

Zhao Ti felt the air around him become sluggish and viscous, as if he were trapped in a swamp.

He remained expressionless and motionless as the old man struck him squarely on the shoulder with a claw, while the other men in yellow robes followed suit with punches and kicks, their long, gray-white fingernails piercing into his flesh.

Suddenly, the old man's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Why can't I catch him? You, you're not human, what are you?"

Although these people were all scratching and hitting Zhao Ti's body, their fingernails could not penetrate his flesh even a little, and they did not even pierce his clothes.

Zhao Ti said calmly, "If I'm not human, then are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his acupoints suddenly roared, and a layer of bluish-green gale exploded on his body. This gale was terrifying in its power and almost tangible. It burst forth more than ten feet high in front of and behind him, and those men in yellow were immediately blasted away. With screams of agony, their bones broke and their tendons snapped. None of them survived and all died on the spot.

Zhao Ti reached out and grabbed the old man's arm: "Let me see what kind of thing you are!"

The old man made a "chirp chirp" sound in terror, while the old woman, leaning on her cane, ran towards the manor gate, only to be killed by Zhao Ti with a single finger.

As the old woman died, more and more men in yellow were killed or wounded. Layers of illusory images appeared in the manor in front of them, like scenes in water, and slowly faded away and disappeared.

Until the last man in yellow was killed, the entire scene changed. There was no manor at all; instead, a tomb stood in front of them, with a large hole as tall as a person underneath and two broken wooden planks piled up beside it.

The hanging lanterns were two sheep heads, stained red with blood, with candles lit inside, their red light emanating from their eye sockets.

As for the large pine tree behind it, it doesn't exist at all; instead, there's a flagpole with a strange flag hanging on it.

The corpses scattered on the ground were not human-shaped, but all weasels, of varying sizes, baring their teeth and showing a ferocious appearance even in death.

Zhou Tong exclaimed in surprise, "What happened? How come the manor is gone, and it's been replaced by...this huge tomb?"

Xiao Feng took a deep breath and said, "Was that an illusion just now?"

Zhao Ti, holding the old weasel in his hand, nodded and said, "It's just an illusion."

Xiao Feng glanced at the weasels scattered on the ground and said, "Young master, I know that these things can bewitch people, but how can they create such a large illusion?"

Zhao Ti said, "If one arrangement fails, it's hard to say what will happen if many join forces. Besides, there's actually someone here who can possess you, which is Huang Xian. I think it's possible to do it."

"A weasel spirit?" Xiao Feng looked at Wu Changfeng, who was lying unconscious on the ground. "Young Master, are you saying that Elder Wu has been possessed by a weasel spirit?"

Zhao Ti said, "That's right, but it ran away a long time ago, and we don't know how to stop it."

Xiao Feng walked to Wu Changfeng's side, checked his breath, and then took out a dark pill from his body and fed it to him. After a while, Wu Changfeng slowly woke up.

He looked around in confusion and asked, "Boss, where am I?"

Xiao Feng asked, "Elder Wu, don't you remember anything at all?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Changfeng looked thoughtful, then his expression changed drastically as he said, "I... I remember now. I was ambushed, and then I lost consciousness and don't know anything anymore."

"You were ambushed?" Zhao Ti asked. "Tell me the details."

Wu Changfeng nodded, and was about to get up when he cried out, "Ouch!" and covered his head, saying, "My head hurts so much..." "You can talk while sitting down, no need to get up," Zhao Ti said.

Wu Changfeng responded and then spoke after a long while: "Just now, I took my knife to scout ahead and cut down a lot of tall grass. Then I suddenly saw a strange sight: the grass suddenly disappeared and was replaced by small mounds of earth."

"Oh?" Zhao Ti said, "You haven't lost consciousness yet at this point?"

Wu Changfeng smiled wryly: "Your Highness, that's exactly right. Just as I was surprised that those mounds of earth were barren, I suddenly felt someone blowing wind on my neck."

"Is someone blowing in the wind?" Zhou Tong asked. "Is that so strange?"

Wu Changfeng said, "That's right. I was shocked and lost my composure for a moment. I turned my head in a panic and inhaled a wisp of cool air. Then I became dizzy and didn't know anything anymore."

"Someone lost their composure when exposed to the wind, inhaled a wisp of cool air, and lost consciousness?" Zhao Ti reached out and touched his chin.

“Your Highness, this is truly bizarre. If this is how one can invoke divine possession, then shamanism is no mystery at all,” Zhou Tong said.

“That’s not how it is,” Zhao Ti shook his head. “At that time, the Yellow Immortal was right next to Elder Wu and took the initiative to perform the ritual. The shaman, on the other hand, doesn’t know where the immortals are at all. He might have to travel several miles, tens of miles, or even hundreds of miles to invite them. Since he was forced to invite them, it was naturally much more difficult.”

Xiao Feng said, "But this kind of voluntary possession is still too easy. Elder Wu, who has martial arts skills, was easily possessed. Wouldn't it be even easier for ordinary people? If these things are done indiscriminately, wouldn't it cause chaos in the world?"

Zhao Ti pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid there are some other restrictions. Elder Wu certainly didn't just lose his composure and get possessed by the cold air; he must have triggered some other conditions as well. Otherwise, the world would indeed be in chaos."

At this moment, the old weasel in his hand had its eyes darting around. Although it was being held by the throat and couldn't move its body, its eyes clearly showed that it wanted to find an opportunity to escape.

Zhao Ti exerted a little force, and the old weasel immediately let out a mournful cry. Zhao Ti said, "Don't play the victim. If you answer my questions truthfully, I might spare your life. Otherwise, I'll just strangle you."

The old weasel's eyes moved, but it didn't make any human sounds, only animal noises.

Zhao Ti loosened his grip slightly and saw the old weasel panting heavily, clearly having been choked badly.

After observing it recover for a few moments, Zhao Ti asked, "Where is this place? Whose tomb is that? And why do you live there?"

The old weasel kept chirping and gurgling, still not speaking human language. It seemed to be just an ordinary little beast, with no ability to deceive people or disguise itself as a human.

Zhou Tong, standing to the side, said, "I advise you not to pretend and to tell the truth, otherwise you will certainly not be let off the hook."

The old weasel struggled to raise its paws, making a bowing gesture, while still making incessant "chirping" noises.

Zhao Ti looked at it for a moment: "If you have something to say, just say it in human language. I don't want to guess or ramble on. I'll just kill it."

The old weasel bowed again, as if in worship, and suddenly opened its mouth and said, "Immortal, Immortal, spare my life."

Seeing this, Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "It really can speak human language!"

This is different from before; back then it was in human form, but now it's a beast speaking human language.

Zhao Ti said, "Answer my question."

The old weasel hesitated and said, "Immortal, spare my life, and may I be taken out of the grassland? If so, I will tell you everything I know."

Zhao Ti raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why do you want to leave the grasslands?"

(End of this chapter)