A bizarre resurgence begins with a pact made by a weasel.

[Five Days Until the Five Immortals Seize the Gods]

The Huang brothers, Qiqi and Qiqi, have already moved in with large bags and small packages. They have greatly made up for Xie Qing's predicament of having no manpower to serve.

"Can you drive?"

Six heads shook their heads simultaneously.

Only the youngest, Huang Qi, stood up proudly.

"Young master, I can."

"Okay, from now on you'll be my driver."

"No more rickshaw pulling?"

Xie Qing scoffed:

"Is that worthy of your status, sir?"

He tossed the key to Huang Qi.

This car was imported from Japan and is one of Xie Lan's legacies.

Not only does it bear the logo of Japan's Daiichi Motors, but it also features a unique emblem—a base of laid metal pipes, a steam boiler at its core, and finally, a black iron hammer and wrench.

This is the emblem of the Church of Mechanical Engineering and Steam.

It is said that this church is the source of all mechanical products in the world, so machines manufactured on other continents must be branded with this emblem before they can leave the factory.

"That's really domineering!"

Xie Qing shook his head and looked at Huang Qi.

"You take me to Wuma Mountain, and the rest of you can stay at home. From now on, the mundane affairs of this [Huangtian Pavilion] will be your responsibility. There is only one condition: wash off the stench and don't give anyone a clue."

"Understood, young master."

Amidst the unified shouts, Huang Qi had already scurried out, opened the car door, and started the car ahead of time.

This kid really has a good eye; no wonder Huang Jue likes him.

Xie Qing got into the car and drove towards the outskirts of Donghai County.

Wuma Mountain, rather than being a mountain, is actually just a cluster of low hills located at the border of Donghai County and Douzhu County.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, a general was torn apart by five horses in this mountain. His body was split apart and the horses died. The soldiers buried the body parts and the horse carcasses together in this mountain, hence the name Five Horses Mountain.

This mountain is really unlucky.

In the past century, the county annals have recorded no fewer than a dozen flash floods and earthquakes.

But Xie Lan insisted on burying Du Shengge here.

"Is this an attempt to quell Du Shenge's resentment?"

The skin of the person depicted in the Three Phases Diagram is of extremely high quality.

To peel off such perfect skin, it would have to be done while the person is alive.

Du Shenge is an idiot, not a blockhead.

She will feel pain and fear, which will naturally generate extremely strong resentment. Moreover, she has an extraordinary background, and there may be additional changes involved.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

"Such cruel methods!!"

"Is he also plotting against the mastermind? Or is there something more hidden behind Du Shenge?"

Xie Qing pondered silently, and before he knew it, the car had arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Once you get here, there's no road ahead, only a rugged path winding forward under the shade of trees.

"Wait for me here."

"Young master, I'll go with you."

"No need."

Xie Qing closed the car door, thought for a moment, and then added:

"If I don't return within three days, go directly to Huang Jue and ask her to come and rescue me."

Having said that, he walked forward alone.

The mountain path is densely wooded, filled with the sounds of birds and animals, and bears many footprints.

It seems that quite a few people still come to this mountain to make a living.

After walking for a long time, Xie Qing met an old man dressed as a woodcutter.

"Old man, do you know where the mountain guardian lives?"

"Kid, what do you want with him?"

The old man sized Xie Qing up with ill intent.

With his delicate skin and fair complexion, he was clearly a young master from a wealthy family. Outside, he would naturally be obedient, but here in the mountains…

He touched the sickle at his waist and sneered:

Five taels of silver.

Xie Qing smiled and punched him.

Rumble!

A tree the size of a large bowl fell down beside him.

Where is he?

The old man turned ashen-faced and knelt down with a thud.

"It's to the east. You, you just turn right and walk another two miles and you'll get there."

Thank you.

Xie Qing tossed a gold ingot into the ground, and the old man hurriedly reached out to pick it up. Looking at the treasure in his hand, his body trembled like a leaf.

He was scared a moment ago, but now he's excited. He quickly turned around and shouted:

"Young master, you must be worried."

"This mountain devours people at night. Please come down before sunset."

Xie Qing waved his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared into the shade of the trees.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, he finally found a courtyard.

Is anyone there?

He called out a few times, but when no one responded, he pushed open the fence and went inside.

The first thing you see is a meat chopping board with a headless wild boar tied to it. Its tusked head is submerged in a wooden tub underneath the chopping board, and the still-warm blood is steaming.

It seems they haven't gone far.

Xie Qing turned around and looked at the rack in the yard, on which rows of animal hides were drying.

There were tigers and leopards, wolves and foxes, as well as rabbits and deer. He reached out and flicked his hand, and a lot of wood ash fell off.

"Who are you?"

suddenly,

A hoarse voice sounded from behind.

Xie Qing turned her head and saw a huge white baboon standing outside the courtyard.

More accurately, it was a tall man wearing a baboon skin. Unlike the fine and clean fur on his back, the man's body was very dirty, and his skin folds were filled with black algae-like particles, making it impossible to tell his age.

He limped into the courtyard, blocking the view of the gate.

"This is not a place for a rich kid like you."

"So you are the mountain guardian?"

Xie Qing stroked the fur and smiled:

"The fur has been peeled quite well."

The fur of each animal was intact, without the slightest damage.

Whether carnivorous or herbivorous, they all maintain their most natural state.

"It's just a matter of practice."

The man pulled the axe stuck in the meat chopping board and approached with a sinister grin.

"Which one do you like? Each one has one arm. Of course, the one in the middle is more valuable; it can be exchanged for two coats."

Xie Qing remained completely still.

"Xie Lan sent me."

"Oh my! It's the Fifth Young Master!"

The axe fell to the ground with a crack.

"It was my rudeness."

He hurriedly knelt down on the ground, his buttocks sticking up, his arms outstretched, fingertips touching, completely flat on the ground, a posture that was both respectful and comical.

In particular, the two red lumps on the baboon's buttocks happened to be pressed against the man's buttocks.

This is a classic case of someone who pretends to be a monkey in a hat.

Xie Qing couldn't help but laugh:

"Times have changed; such elaborate gifts are no longer fashionable."

finished,

He then realized that the man was secretly looking at him.

Within the baboon's dark, empty eye sockets, a blood-red eye gleamed. Because of the fur, it was as if hidden by a curtain, and could be easily missed if one wasn't paying attention.

This posture is just like a demon peeking through a crack in the door.

"What are you looking at?"

Xie Qing's voice turned cold.

The man paused, and the baboon tilted its head up.

"I'm wondering, Fifth Young Master, what are you laughing at?"

"Are you laughing at my ugliness?"

"They're still laughing at my limp."

"You seem...not afraid of me at all, that's really, really touching."

"What are you afraid of? Your bright red monkey butt?" Xie Qing's bluntness stunned the baboon. This was completely different from what Xie Lan had promised. This young master showed no signs of cowardice or indulgence; on the contrary, he was incredibly bold and confident.

Or is it that,

Xie Lan was hiding behind him, supporting him?

"Where is Master Xie Lan now?"

He is dead.

died! ?

Xie Lan, that beast, is dead!?

The man suddenly looked up, grabbed his neck with his hand to extinguish the laughter that was about to burst out, and let out a sharp but rapid panting sound.

"You said he's dead."

"good."

giggle!

The empty, boiling eyes were completely filled with scarlet.

"Young master, you're right."

"Times have really changed; such grand gestures are no longer fashionable."

He stood up, stared intently at Xie Qing for a while, and only after discovering that Xie Qing's aura remained unchanged did he suddenly rush towards the wooden barrel.

His filthy fingers scooped out the wild boar's head and began to gnaw on it raw. Crimson blood stained the fur, and the flowing lines of blood resembled the dissected chest and abdomen. He would take a bite of the boar's head meat and then glance at Xie Qing, taking another bite and then glancing at him again.

But what annoyed him was...

He didn't see fear in Xie Qing's eyes; instead, he saw the most familiar feeling.

That was a joke...

That was his most common posture at the butcher's block.

"Are they treating me like a piece of meat?!"

You little bastard.

Just wait!

You just wait!

【Ding】

[Task activated - Let it feel the pain.]

[Mission Level E-]

[This mere stray dog ​​dares to covet its master's treasure; please punish it severely.]

System Rewards:

Mild pain: None

Moderate pain: Special skill - Divine Smell E - (Hold a handful of breeze and smell its aroma; you will gain a lot of information. The range of this skill is 1000 square meters.)

Intense Pain: Extraordinary Skill - Six Ears E- (Hearing in all directions, even the slightest disturbance cannot escape your hearing; the range of this skill is 1000 square meters)

Xie Qing withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Where are Xie Lan's belongings?

The man instinctively squeezed harder.

Click!

The pig's head in his hand twisted instantly, and its two eyeballs rolled to Xie Qing's feet.

He quickly crawled over, threw his eyeballs into his mouth, and then grinned maliciously:

"In your mother's grave."