No strange things are allowed to evolve!

Seeing that the path in front of him was very narrow, Jiang Shu politely stepped aside and said, "Then you go first."

Unexpectedly, the weasel didn't run away in fear. Instead, right in front of Jiang Shu, it stood up on its hind legs like a human, while making a hoarse sound:

Do I look more like a human or a god to you?

Instantly, Jiang Shu's eyes widened.

The weasel...speaks?!

Do I look more like a human or a god to you?

This time, the weasel's voice was no longer hoarse; it was clearer and even carried a hint of mockery, as if it enjoyed Jiang Shu's reaction.

You heard me right! It just said it again!

When Jiang Shu realized that this was not a hallucination, a sudden surge of intense stimulation and excitement appeared in his chest, as if his heart had been squeezed. Then, this emotion traveled up his nerves and began to impact his brain.

This is truly a ghost story.

I just mentioned it to a friend, and now I've encountered something that's almost like a ghost, something I haven't even tried yet.

This is really...

This is so exciting!

Is this the legendary act of begging for a title?

What do you want from me to help you attain enlightenment?

Coincidentally, there's something I also want to get from you...

Thinking of this, Jiang Shu's eyes suddenly filled with satisfaction as he looked at the weasel, as if he were admiring a painting he had long heard of but had never actually seen.

He had never truly seen anything so rotten and suppurating.

The weasel, which had initially looked down on Jiang Shu, was stunned after noticing the change in Jiang Shu's eyes.

What is this guy doing?

Was he scared out of his wits?

Clearing its throat, the weasel asked for the third time, "Tell me, do I look more like a human or a god?"

Jiang Shu took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"That's not important."

He squatted down in front of the weasel, reached out and rubbed its little head. The speed and the smoothness of the movement were so great that the weasel forgot to dodge.

"The important thing is that the moon is so round today, and your fur is so shiny, so smooth and soft."

After a long silence, the weasel, realizing something, asked tremblingly, "Are you out of your mind?"

"You have good taste." Jiang Shu nodded appreciatively.

"I...I have to go home."

"Let me finish."

Jiang Shu grabbed the weasel's paw and said to himself:

"I once had a question: do Furei fans like hairy anthropomorphic creatures? Do they prefer human-like or animal-like creatures?"

If they are biased towards humans, then why are they not interested in humans at all? If they are biased towards animals, then why are they not interested in animals at all? Logically, they should be interested in some aspects, shouldn't they?

I was puzzled by this, so I infiltrated the underground liaison group of Fu Rui Kong and secretly observed their reactions when watching related works, trying to figure out what was really attracting them.

After some time, I got my answer.

What on earth is this guy saying?!

Unable to break free from Jiang Shu's grasp, the weasel froze, too frightened to move.

"What they like is the human soul and the animal appearance. In other words, they like hairy animals with human emotions, intelligence and lifestyle. But unfortunately, these two cannot be combined in reality. So many animated works or comic books were created to make up for the regrets of reality in the spiritual world."

The weasel swallowed hard: "What exactly... are you trying to say?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not usually this talkative, I'm just so happy today."

Jiang Shu expressed his apologies and finally got to the point:

"What I'm trying to say is actually quite simple: you really surprised me, and I think your value goes far beyond that."

You possess both a human soul and an animal's appearance, and you are sure to replace those cheap plush toys with pre-recorded voices as the true masterpiece.

Most importantly, you failed to obtain a title from me, and according to some rumors, as well as my own personal verification just now, you do not actually have any means to counter me.

So I'd like to send you to the underground liaison office of Fury Control. Although I'm not really interested in that kind of thing myself, I think I can share in their joy if I can see the surprise and madness they feel when they see you, and some of the more outrageous things that are likely to happen.

"You're the one who led me here, so I'm taking you away now. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

The weasel paused for half a second.

"squeak!!!"

Then, upon realizing its predicament, it emitted a terrified, sharp crack.

Chapter Two: The Day of Great Joy

Jiang Shu had a headache.

While everyone is curious about what the Furei control will do to the weasel, they are also looking forward to seeing how the weasel will react when forced to go to sea.

But it seems the other party is rather useless.

It has been standing there stiffly ever since it exploded.

It doesn't respond to external sounds, and it doesn't react when touched. Most importantly, it's not breathing.

If nothing unexpected happens, it has probably already reopened.

I don't know if they were scared to death or chose to die rather than face what was to come.

As a demigod in folk tales who seeks official titles, it is not the kind of cunning person Jiang Shu imagined, who knows how to manipulate, coerce, and bribe in order to get what it wants. Instead, it is as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

Like that male college student in the bar who impulsively hits on a girl, he only thinks about whether he can get a small cake, completely ignoring whether there might be a big one hidden inside, and then comforts himself after eating it, "Oh dear, it's all good."

Whether it lives or dies is actually irrelevant; the key issue is that if it's just a specimen, Jiang Shu won't be able to prove to those with special interests that this weasel is different from other weasels.

After all, anyone who saw it would only think that he had picked up a weasel that had been injured and killed on the national highway and was trying to fool them, the simple-minded fans of Fu Rui.

Therefore, Jiang Shu's idea of ​​finding enjoyment in observing their reactions is not feasible.

Having accepted reality, Jiang Shu could only sigh regretfully. He then buried the weasel's carcass in a wild grave without a tombstone and played a DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra on his phone, hoping to comfort its lost soul and to thank it for the brief, beautiful memory it had given him...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wild graveyard, in the direction of the temple that Jiang Shu originally wanted to go, a much larger weasel was rushing towards them.

Unlike the weasel that Jiang Shu was scared to death, this weasel looked even more bizarre.

The small head didn't have the eyes of a jet-black weasel, but rather a pair of human eyes; and the half-open mouth didn't contain fine, sharp teeth, but rather two rows of teeth resembling those of a human.

But what they have in common is that they can also speak human language.

"My little one..."

"Why were you so stubborn? Relying on your meager magical power, you dared to demand a title. Now you're gone and never to return..."

"I'll avenge you, I'll avenge you!"

It moves incredibly fast, darting through the dense forest behind the temple like a brown lightning bolt. It smashes aside any obstacles like earth, rocks, or trees with a single claw, as if walking on flat ground.

Just as it was about to reach the wild cemetery and could almost see the figure dancing and singing to music in the graveyard, a thick pink mist suddenly rose up out of nowhere, obscuring everything in front of it.

However, the fog showed no signs of spreading; it remained within a radius of about 100 meters around the cemetery, with a clear boundary at the edges.

The weasel stopped in its tracks, its anger and hatred replaced by bewilderment and terror, and it muttered absentmindedly.

"How could this be? Why would the hatchery open at this time, in this place?"

It had a feeling that the thick fog, which, apart from its color, seemed no different from the morning fog that could be seen every day in the mountains, would probably melt away mercilessly if an evolved being like itself got even a little bit of it, leaving not a trace behind.

"Calamity-level...no, it might be a catastrophe-level!"

"The message left by the cub before it died said that the other party was an ordinary person, which means that there are other experts around, and the incubation field was artificially opened."

"Damn it, of all times, it has to be this time, and of all times, ordinary people are unaffected... It seems I can only wait until the incubator disappears before going in."

"Hopefully that bastard won't take this opportunity to escape!"

......

In the thick fog.

Jiang Shu, unaware of anything unusual about his surroundings, was deep in thought.

Halfway through reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, he suddenly heard a woman's voice besides the monks' chanting.

He initially thought that the Great Compassion Mantra on Douyin had evolved to a version with male and female harmonies, but as the sound became clearer, he suddenly realized that it wasn't a nun chanting.

After all, no scripture would congratulate a benefactor for breaking through the lower limit, gaining the attention of the supreme will, and obtaining the right to evolve.

Before he could even figure out what was going on, he heard some inexplicable terms like "evolver," "trial," "hatching ground," and "catastrophe-level," which included some words he couldn't understand at all.

The only thing he understood and remembered was "to fulfill all her requests on their wedding night."

This is the top-notch information processing ability that Jiang Shu is so proud of.

Just as Jiang Shu, whose threshold had been raised by the talking weasel and who was no longer surprised by such strange things, was wondering how arranged marriages still existed in this era, the chattering female voice stopped.

"To prevent candidates from failing to truly comprehend the blessings bestowed by the Supreme Will, candidates are now being provided with a test version incubator."

[You have been selected as an Evolver candidate. After completing the trial, you can become a true Evolver, gain unlimited evolution, and qualify to become the ultimate being.]

[Hatchery: A Joyous Day]

[Type: Single Player (Trial)]

[Difficulty: Natural Disaster] [Note: Hatchery difficulty from lowest to highest is: Real, Nightmare, Calamity, Disaster, Natural Disaster, ???]

[Synopsis: Faith is fading from memory, and pure believers are beginning to fall. When the truth sought is no longer correct, should the process of seeking the truth also be negated?]

[Mission Objective 1: Fulfill all of the bride's requests on your wedding night; do not refuse or deceive her.]

[Mission Objective Two: Survive until dawn]

[Hidden objective: Not yet available]

[Note: The incubator is a test version, used only for introducing the incubator; other functions are not yet enabled.]

Jiang Shu glanced down at the random text that had appeared out of nowhere, and nodded expressionlessly, understanding its meaning: "Hmm, as expected, I didn't miss any important information."

"So... is this compensation for not being able to have enough fun just now?"

After Jiang Shu confirmed all the information, when he looked up again, the world had changed.

The wild graveyard from before has disappeared.

Instead, under the pitch-black night, there was a winding path paved with cobblestones.

The roadside is lined with lush locust trees, and on the side closest to the path, the branches are covered with red lanterns.

The candlelight inside the lantern was dim, and the red paper was yellowed. If you got closer, you could smell a strange, foul odor.

By the dim light, Jiang Shu looked down and saw that his attire had changed from casual clothes to a red robe, and he was also wearing a hat.

He had already transformed into the appearance of a groom.

At the end of the path was a small house, with lanterns hanging above the gate. The characters on the plaque were so worn that they were no longer legible.

Suddenly, the gate of the mansion opened by itself without any wind, slamming open from the inside out.

The bride, wearing a veil and a bright red dress with a wedding gown draped over her head, squatted in the courtyard, constantly adding paper money to the brazier.

Her figure was no different from that of an ordinary person, but Jiang Shu, who had once survived in the wilderness, smelled a strong and unsettling aura. This feeling was the same as when he faced those ferocious beasts that he could not defeat with human strength, and even more intense.

Anyone who has ever slid-kicked a Siberian tiger knows that if you anger this bloodthirsty beast, the outcome is 90/10.

It turns into nine pieces in one minute, a level of gore comparable to Shang Yang dying twice.

His intuition told him that the other party was far more dangerous than the weasel he had just seen.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu was on high alert.

"It's windy outside, come in quickly, the auspicious day is approaching."

The bride's voice was gentle, as if she were scolding Jiang Shu for being so immature despite being such a grown man.

Although her tone was ambiguous, Jiang Shu felt somewhat uncomfortable with her voice, as if she were a dying person about to breathe her last, like a rootless duckweed, without any strength.