The weasel's ancestor couldn't come no matter how he called him. Fang Mu gradually lost interest in tossing, but soon, he received a call from his assistant.

The assistant said in a weird tone: "Boss, I received a call from a weirdo. He said he was a psychic or a well-known psychic in South Asia. I checked it out and it was indeed the case. He was not an ordinary liar. This person knew our soul experiment and said he was very interested and wanted to cooperate with us to participate in the experiment."

Fang Mu: "Oh, do he have any requirements?"

The assistant looked inexplicably: "He said he wanted us to study something like Voice, which is what a ghost becomes after death. Isn't that a legend? Will the ghost be dissipated after death?"

Fang Mu paused and said, "For many people, it is just a legend, but if you discover it, it exists. As for Voice, does he have a real thing?"

Assistant: "The boss said yes. He didn't have any real things, but he said he knew where he could get it, but he didn't know if it was reliable."

Fang Mu: "Then please satisfy him. Tell him I agree."

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The weasels showed their fangs at Fang Shanshui, and a few of them directly changed back to their original form. They shook themselves and opened their huge monster-like bodies, almost squeezed to the zenith of the dungeon. They made a threat from their throats, and rushed towards Fang Shanshui like lightning.

"squeak--!"

Fang Shanshui was not panicked when he saw that he was exposed. Although the weasel didn't look very smart, he also knew that he could not have been fooled all the time and was prepared to be exposed.

Fang Shanshuihe then took a step back and flashed the attack of two weasels on the left and right. The weasels collided together. Fang Shanshui, who had retreated, drew the toes on the ground. Just now, he quietly used wine to dot the marks on the ground, and suddenly they were connected together, and the word "Zhen" appeared faintly.

The wine was the glass Fang Shanshui chanted on the second floor just now. When it was thrown down, the wine glass held in his hand fell down with him. This kind of wine containing spiritual energy is just used for ink.

The huge character "town" is a bit distorted, extending from the entrance of the dungeon to the center of the dungeon, almost covering the weasels on the entire road. Fang Shanshui had just stepped back and stroked his toes, just perfecting the last stroke of the character.

The short old man couldn't understand what Fang Shanshui was doing, but he felt that he was calm and didn't know what was right, so he hurriedly shouted: "Catch him quickly and don't let him continue!"

"Roar--!" The weasels rushed up again.

Fang Shanshui bent down quickly, avoided the big mouth biting from his head, swept his legs and kicked several little weasels looking for an opportunity to attack. He suddenly slapped the ground and activated the rune that was somewhat different from the four-dimensional ones on the ground.

The word "Zhen" that is blurred on the ground stands out from the numerous footprints, emitting a dazzling light, instantly covering the huge weasel that rushed from all directions.

"ah--!"

The light seemed to pierce the phantoms of these huge weasels. The beasts who had just opened their teeth and claws and became two or three meters tall, all seemed to have been knocked back to their original form, and were pressed to the ground and shrunk rapidly.

The short old man was also captured by the light, and he couldn't move. The white beard on his face gradually turned into tentacles, his nose was protruding, his mouth became pointed, and he was shaking between human and mouse shapes. He covered his old face and said angrily: "Ye, what did you, human, do to us?"

Fang Shanshui ignored it. While the weasels could not move, he entered the Sun Chenxi cell that the short old man had just opened and released the little guy.

Sun Chenxi was a little dumb, as if only a little basic instinct was left.

Fang Shanshui: "Sun Chenxi?"

Sun Chenxi responded hazyly: "...huh?"

Fang Shanshui: "Do you know how to get home?"

Sun Chenxi shook his head blankly.

Seeing that he had no sense of autonomy at all and knew that he could not let him go like this, Fang Shanshui simply took out the soul-catching bell, shook it in front of Sun Chenxi, and with a jingle, Sun Chenxi's soul was sucked into Fang Shanshui's bell core like a shadow.

Fang Shanshui looked up at the human prisoners in other cells, but did not get the keys in the hand of the short old man. He stepped on the character of the stern on the ground and screamed several times one after another. The weasels trapped in the character of the stern, as if they were thrown by something, smashed into the fragile cells surrounded by fences.

One of them didn't break open, and the second one came immediately after a substitute. In a short while, the whole dungeon became a mess.

In those dungeons, there were some strange straws connected like branches, but after those not very reliable cells were smashed open, these straws broke one after another. Fang Shanshui's soul-catching bell shook, and the dull humans were immediately sucked into the source of the jingle sound like Sun Chenxi, like a milk swallow, who threw himself into the forest.

The short old man looked at Fang Shanshui taking away these human souls quickly, and was almost crying: "No! You can't do this, stop!"

As many souls in the dungeon were sucked away, the shaking old man tree cave floor, the light in the city began to fade away one by one, and the darkness seemed to be racing to chase the remaining light, swallowing it quickly.

The whole city quickly became dark and dull. The fairies who were just panicked in the shock of the cave were now even more panicked in the dark.

The short old man struggled to pounce on a straw, as if he wanted to provide energy for the straw, and other weasels seemed to want to pounce on it, but they could not escape Fang Shanshui's suppression of the character-stained light.

Although there are many weasels, most of them are quite weak. Unlike the ones on the second floor just now, only a short old man could barely resist Fang Shanshui's formation one or two.

Fang Shanshui was a little surprised. Why did these weasels fight so hard? The cave was about to collapse just now and they were so anxious.

Fang Shanshui: "What are you protecting? Are there any treasures in your cave?"

The short old man and other weasels who were still struggling, froze all over when they heard this.

The short old man quickly turned around and said, "Don't talk nonsense, what treasures can be there? The treasures are all in the ancestors. We are just maintaining the city power supply in the old man's tree cave to prevent stampede from happening outside." While speaking, he also looked at Fang Shanshui with a nervous look on his face, as if observing whether Fang Shanshui believed or not.

These weasels were indeed not very smart. After Fang Shanshui tested them slightly, they immediately leaked.

Fang Shanshui understood and said, "It seems that there is really a treasure."

The short old man retorted loudly with a flushed face: "Have you said nothing! Why can't you, a human?"

The little weasels around also interrupted: "Yes, yes, if you say nothing, it's nothing. What's the trust between humans and demons? How can you not trust us?"

Fang Shanshui:...

What the hell is the trust between humans and demons?

Before they could continue to argue about whether there was any treasure, suddenly, the ceiling on the dungeon was cut by a huge sharp knife, and the roof on the upper part was cut open like a piece of paper. After cutting it around, the house on the dungeon was taken away like a model toy. In the dark sky, a huge red eye on the upper part was exposed.

"Ahhhh! The monster is coming!" the weasels screamed.

"Shut up, stop screaming!"

The screaming weasels suddenly heard the familiar voice of their ancestors. They thought it was Fang Shanshui, who was shameless and pretending to be their ancestors. But when they looked up, they saw that the ancestor was actually being held by a sharp knife that cut through the roof, hanging upside down on everyone's heads. Under the monster's huge red eyes, it appeared red.

Fang Shanshui blinked: "Master?"

After finding the apprentice, he heard the apprentice's screams, and his huge terrifying red eyes were squinted slightly with satisfaction and nodded.

"Boom! Kerala..."

The entire dungeon was shocked by the figure master's nodding action, and it collapsed halfway, and the ground cracked, as if the end of the world had arrived, and many weasels were yelling constantly by the debris.

The figure master was also slightly shocked when he saw that his apprentice was fine, so he stopped innocently, as if I had done nothing.

As soon as Fang Shanshui stood firm, he found a green light coming out from the ground. The light came from the huge crack in the center of the dungeon. The light rose from the heart of the earth and slowly rose up. Fang Shanshui saw it, and it seemed to be two seeds.

Two seeds, one big and one small, one is very huge, and there seems to be countless root systems on the top, connected to all directions and being trapped underground. The small seed has no root systems, so it floated up alone.

Old Ancestor Huang Yun was shocked: "What did you do? Why did you expose the Heart of the Tree God!?"

When the dwarf and weasels heard this, they immediately realized that the superior was not pretending, but their real ancestor. They immediately said aggrievedly: "Old ancestor, it's not our fault. It was that human being who kidnapped all the energy supply and cut off the nutrition of the heart of the tree god."

While speaking, the small seed suddenly floated towards Fang Shanshui's soul-catching bell, at a very fast speed, as if he wanted to rush into the bell core and continue to absorb the energy of the human souls taken away by Fang Shanshui.

"jingle."

Fang Shanshui subconsciously reached out and grabbed the seed that almost penetrated the soul-catching bell.

"No!" The old man and the weasels screamed when they saw Fang Shanshui attacking, but it was too late.

Fang Shanshui suddenly frowned, and opened his hand holding the seed, and found that the green seed seemed to have grown roots and pierced into his palms, growing on his Yin God. The root system kept diving in and was constantly absorbing his energy.

Fang Shanshui: "What is this?"

"Waste! Waste!"

Old Ancestor Huang Yun was still cursing, but suddenly he found that the red light on his body suddenly lit up. When he looked up, he saw those big eyes staring at him without blinking, full of bad intentions, as if he was saying what my apprentice asked you, why don’t you answer?

The angry face of the ancestor Huang Yun changed instantly, and he smiled like crying, "Oh, this true man Yang Shen, this thing is the heart of the tree god. I refine this cave with a heart of the tree god. This is a good thing. A true man Yang Shen paid a lot of deposit, so I promised to cultivate this heart of the tree god for him. Since this thing is so destined to be with your disciple, I will lend flowers to you and give it to you. However, your disciple's Taoism is still a little insufficient, and he may not be able to cope with the absorption of the heart of the tree god."

The Heart of the Tree God?

Can it be eaten?

The figure master looked at the larger tree god's heart in the center of the earth. His fingernails, which were as long as a sky knife, poked it down, as if he wanted to pick out the seeds underground.

The ancestor Huang Yun's face turned green now, and his voice rose octave: "No!"

The weasels on the ground were also scared. Seeing the big knife stabbed, they immediately shouted, "Immortal, please stop! Let us go, we have old men and young men, and there are thousands of people. This will make us homeless! God has the virtue of living a life!"

"Master." Fang Shanshui called out, as if the figure master who was picking up peanuts from the ground stopped immediately.

Fang Shanshui looked at the weasels around him: "Will you seduce human souls to enslave them in the future?"

Before the old ancestor Huang Yun and the short old man could speak, the little weasel on his lower back was dissatisfied and mumbled in secret.

"There are so many humans, there are still many people who come to hook up with one or two."

"Humans like to peel our skin and eat our meat. They are all bad guys. We have the ability, why can't we enslave them?"

"This world is so unfair!"

"Yeah yeah."

...

Fang Shanshui nodded: "You are right, but I am a human. According to your words, I have the ability. Why can't you let your family die, uproot your cave and rob it completely, and not even leave a yarn for you."

Bully!

The weasels' small eyes flashed with angry fire, and they stared at Fang Shanshui roundly, as if they were very angry by Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui: "So it's better to live in peace, right? What do you think?"

The ancestor Huang Yun immediately said: "Of course, it is a peaceful coexistence! Xiao Zhenren, don't listen to these guys talking nonsense. This time, it is because the person who asked us to help cultivate the Heart of the Tree God is a human, so he uses the human soul to provide energy to facilitate him to refine the Heart of the Tree God. At worst, I will not do his business and will no longer seduce humans to enslave him. Don't worry!"

The ancestor Huang Yun had spoken, and the little weasels could only swallow the desire for debate back into their stomachs.

The figure master took Fang Shanshui out of the dungeon and glanced at the ancestor Huang Yun. The ancestor Huang Yun felt cold all over. The next moment, the figure master was thrown out.
To be continued...