Black Myth: Who would use the immobilization technique as a time-stopping technique?

I saw an old woman slumped on the ground with a weasel lying on her legs.

The old woman looked to be between fifty and sixty years old, with a somewhat sad expression. Her calloused hands kept stroking the weasel.

However, the weasel had some blood at the corner of its mouth and its eyes were closed.

Yang Yang had seen animals like this before.

Rats in the city, when they are run over by cars or eat rat poison, all have blood at the corners of their mouths.

Apparently the weasel was dead.

Yang Yang couldn't figure out what was going on.

At this time, a villager next to him spoke.

"Hurry up and let's burn the demon's corpse. How long are you going to keep it? The Taoist priest has been gone for half an hour. You've really been bewitched by this demon! We haven't even paid you for the Taoist priest yet!"

Yang Yang was standing by and probably understood what was going on.

It seems that this is a weasel, or a stoat spirit. Not long ago, it pretended to be a homeless man and lived in this village, living with the old woman. Yesterday, the villagers discovered that the old homeless man was a stoat spirit. The villagers collected money and found a Taoist priest to kill the stoat spirit. Now they want to burn the stoat spirit, but the old woman does not allow it.

The villagers didn't know what to do with the old woman for a moment.

Although the villagers hated the weasel spirit, they did not seem to dare to snatch it rashly, as if they were worried about being contaminated by bad luck. They just kept persuading the old woman to hand over the weasel spirit so that they could burn it.

Yang Yang: “…”

Yang Yang looked at the old woman and felt that she was a very gentle person. However, at this moment, she had an indifferent look on her face, and had the stubbornness of an old man who was "petitioning". It was obvious that she was not prepared to hand over the body of the weasel spirit to them at all.

"Forget it, let's go... This old woman is crazy, ignore her."

"That's right. Once the weasel's body starts to stink, she will naturally throw it away."

"Go to work, go to work!"

The villagers talked a lot and soon dispersed.

The old woman still had a blank look in her eyes as she kept stroking the weasel's body with her hands.

Yang Yang felt a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps because he was sentenced to death by Miroku and felt that he was going to die too, he felt a sense of sympathy for the weasel spirit.

When people die, they all want to "leave a clear name in the world", which is the so-called final "dignity", so Yang Yang also wanted the weasel spirit to die in a dignified manner.

Yang Yang slowly squatted down.

The old woman didn't look at Yang Yang either, and continued to repeat the stroking action with empty eyes.

It seems that they have deep feelings for each other.

Yang Yang said softly.

"Do you want to bury it? I can help you dig a grave for it."

“…” The old woman raised her head and looked at Yang Yang infatuatedly.

The next moment, without any warning, tears rolled down the old woman's eyes.

It was as if she had been tense all the time, trying not to let her tears flow out, but her heart was broken by the kind words from a stranger like Yang Yang.

"Well, please." The old woman wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded to Yang Yang.

Yang Yang sighed, walked out of the village with the old woman, and dug a grave under a tree.

The old woman reluctantly placed the weasel spirit gently in the tomb, and finally stroked it gently.

The weasel's body is soft, as if it has no spine, which makes people feel distressed, especially its cute appearance with blood at the corner of its mouth, which makes people feel pity.

This reminded Yang Yang of the time when his puppy died and he felt similarly distressed when he buried it.

It is soft and light, and it feels as if it will turn into fragments and scatter like a weathered book if touched.

"It's okay." The old woman called softly.

It also brought Yang Yang back to his senses from his daze, and he silently covered the weasel's body with soil.

With just a few shovels, the soil completely covered the weasel's body.

Yang Yang originally wanted to tell the old woman that it was done, and that would mean the work was completed.

However, the old woman was still in a daze. Yang Yang didn't have the heart to remind her, so he squatted beside her, propped the shovel on the ground, put his face against the shovel handle, and stared at the weasel demon's grave in a daze.

I don't know how long it was before a breeze blew by, and the old woman came back to her senses. She touched the weasel's grave with trembling hands.

Yang Yang thought the old woman was going to get up, so he prepared to get up with her.

However, the old woman's body shook and she fell to the side. Yang Yang quickly dropped the shovel and supported the old woman to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Yang Yang was very panicked.

Once, an elderly and very healthy relative of mine suddenly felt dizzy when he stood up from the toilet. He was sent to the hospital and was diagnosed with cerebral hemorrhage.

So Yang Yang hurriedly picked up the old woman.

Because the door of the room where the old woman was caressing the weasel spirit was open, Yang Yang naturally thought that it was the old woman's house and carried the old woman in.

Then Yang Yang walked out of the house and asked the villagers. He learned that there was no doctor in the village and the nearest doctor was dozens of miles away.

Yang Yang had no choice but to return to the old woman's home, prepare to settle the old woman down, and then go to find a doctor. However, the old woman had already woken up at this time and dissuaded Yang Yang from going to find a doctor.

Yang Yang still insisted on going, but the old woman held Yang Yang's arm tightly with her hands.

Yang Yang had no choice but to sit cross-legged next to the old woman lying on the mat.

The old woman looked much weaker and frail, but she still had a gentle smile on her face.

It can be seen that she must be a very optimistic person in normal times.

Yang Yang looked at the old woman's room. The house was not bad and was one of the best in the village.

There are also many furs in the room, neatly placed in the corner of the room.

Seeing Yang Yang observing the furnishings in the room, the old woman smiled faintly, with tenderness in her eyes.

"These skins are all from hunting."

"..." Yang Yang could see that the old woman's tone was a little proud, and it seemed that she just wanted to find someone to talk to, so Yang Yang did not speak, but continued to listen to the old woman.

"It's also very pitiful. It has suffered a lot of injustice in its life because no one cares about its pain and warmth..."

Yang Yang learned about the old woman's experience of meeting the weasel spirit from her mouth.

The weasel suffered a lot of humiliation and was so depressed that he wanted to commit suicide, but when he was halfway through, he regretted it and kept struggling.

The old woman walked behind it, cut the belt the weasel used to hang itself with a sickle, and rescued it.

Persuade the weasel spirit that since he is reluctant to die, he should just live well.

The little weasel stared at her blankly for a long time, then changed into its original form and followed the old woman all the way back home.

The old woman lost her husband and son, and her home was in ruins with almost no rice left.

The old weasel spirit turned into an old homeless man and stayed here to live with the old woman, which was actually a way of repaying her kindness.

He went hunting in the mountains during the day and called some of his stone spirit friends to help repair the house at night. His life gradually got better.

But today something like this happened...

Yang Yang kept listening and complained softly in his heart.

Goblin hanged himself?

This is the first time I heard about it.

The most important thing is that I regretted it halfway and there was no way to interrupt it...

It would be really lame if he was just hanged like that.

But when I think about it, the Hyena Queen was tied up with a rope by herself, and there was no way for her to change back to her original form.

The art of transformation really has too many limitations.

Chapter 135: I'm Sorry for Being Born a Monster

The old lady kept talking.

As for the elderly, if they can talk about their memories happily, they will definitely be in a good mood and their condition will gradually improve. Their originally pale faces will begin to show some color.

But Yang Yang had mixed feelings.

I was happy and hoped that she would get better, but I was also worried that this was the old lady's last gasp.

Yang Yang couldn't bear to leave the old lady behind, so he postponed returning to the Zhu family compound and chose to take care of her here.

We served the old lady food and water, but she almost refused to eat either water or rice.

Because of this, I rarely even go to the toilet.

This made Yang Yang even more certain that this was the old woman's last breath.

In order to stop the old lady from talking all the time, Yang Yang started to talk more and even asked some gossipy questions.

"Will you two still do it?"

"what?"

"It's just a matter between husband and wife."

"You, you, really... He and I are just companions. People say that husbands and wives grow up together and become companions in old age. It's not what you think."

"Oh, that's how it is."

I thought that the itachi spirit was a 'super mature' control freak.

As they were chatting, the old lady suddenly became a little strange, and the things she looked at seemed to have no focus.

Even though they were looking at each other, Yang Yang could not feel that the old woman's gaze was on him.

But the old lady was still talking to Yang Yang.

"You, you are actually the same as him, right?"

"what?"

"Don't be afraid. I feel like you're just like him, a fairy."

"Oh, I see... I thought you were asking if I also liked older types like you. Yeah, yes, I'm also a youkai, a goat spirit."

"That's what I'm saying...don't underestimate the intuition of the elderly."

"Yes, the road you have walked is saltier than the salt I have eaten."

The old woman chuckled.

"You're such a goblin. It should be 'The roads I've walked are longer than the bridges I've crossed' or 'I've eaten more salt than I've eaten rice', right?"

"I did it on purpose to make you happy. Also, I'm not afraid. Even if the villagers here knew I was a goblin, they couldn't do anything to me."

At this time, Yang Yang didn't want the old woman to have any psychological burden, so he coaxed her, not wanting her to waste her energy worrying about such trivial matters.

"That's great... I wish he could be like you. His body is so small, like a child, but he has so much strength, enough to help me support this family. He is so cowardly and timid, even wanting to commit suicide, but he is also so brave. He is afraid that if he escapes, the Taoist priest and the villagers will make things difficult for me, so he doesn't want to abandon me until his death... Wuwu... I harmed him. If it weren't for me..."

Tears kept sliding down the old woman's cheeks from the corners of her hollow eyes.

Yang Yang did not comfort the old woman, but asked her a question that seemed a bit inexplicable.

"Do you believe in gods and Buddhas?"

The old woman shook her head blankly.

What a coincidence! I actually don’t believe it either.

"Let me tell you, the gods and Buddhas are very compassionate. The sufferings you endured in this life are witnessed by the gods and Buddhas, and they will have mercy on you. In your next life, you two will be reborn as the same kind, either both weasels or both humans, and you will definitely live a happy life with many children and grandchildren."

"Really, is it true?" The old woman's pupils began to dilate, and she asked Yang Yang foolishly.

"Oh, of course, I promise..."

"Thank you, thank you..."

"..."

The old lady is dead.

He was tricked away by Yang Yang with lies that he himself didn't believe.