Famine and Chaos: Weaving Cloth in Exile to Escape the War

Jing Zhichun noticed that the lead weasel was staring intently at the fifth brother of Black Wind Village, and naturally realized that the fifth brother probably had a grudge against the weasel.

Today, this pack of weasels is probably here to seek revenge on this fifth brother.

In her past life, she was from the North, and the strange stories she heard most often as a child were those of Wong Tai Sin.

In particular, the story of Wong Tai Sin from Northeast China.

In short, the conclusion is that regardless of whether those strange stories are true or false, it's best to avoid messing with these weasels if possible.

Since they've come looking for Lao Wu to take revenge, they won't get involved.

Thinking of this, Jing Zhichun quickly and quietly moved in front of Yang Ersao and whispered, "Wait a minute, let's hide in the tree."

Yang Ersao had the same idea, and quickly gave Yang Xiaoniu and Yang Erniu a wink.

The two Yang brothers immediately understood.

Just then, the lead weasel suddenly raised its front paw and then emitted a series of high-pitched chirping sounds.

The pack of weasels, which had been surrounding the enemy, received the order and moved swiftly, changing formation like well-trained soldiers. They immediately formed a triangle and then all turned their gazes to the fifth brother of Black Wind Stronghold.

The fifth brother's eyelids twitched, then he caught sight of the panicked Yang Xiaoniu and his three companions behind him. He grinned maliciously again: "Damn it, do you really think I'm afraid of you bunch of bastards? Everyone treats you like gods, but I'll see if you're really as evil as the legends say! Want revenge? You bunch of beasts! You think too highly of yourselves!"

With that, he cracked his whip, pointing it at Yang Xiaoniu, "You! Go over there and chop that white-haired old bastard in the lead with your axe!"

Yang Xiaoniu's heart tightened; these weasels were indeed after Lao Wu.

He had already planned how to escape, so naturally he didn't want to get involved in this mess.

I also want to advise this fifth brother to stop targeting the weasels, lest he implicate them.

"Great hero...that's Huang Daxian! You can't kill him! You'll be punished by heaven!"

"Divine retribution?" Fifth Brother scoffed, raising his hand and lashing Yang Xiaoniu with his whip. "I am divine retribution! Disobey me, and I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now!"

As he was speaking, he originally wanted to whip Yang Xiaoniu again, but at this moment, his face suddenly turned very ugly, and his whole body stiffened abruptly.

Lao Wu felt as if hundreds of poisonous ants were biting him simultaneously in his crotch, especially in his buttocks, causing unbearable pain and itching.

"What the hell is going on?"

The fifth brother cursed and muttered, and subconsciously began to frantically scratch his crotch and buttocks with both hands, not caring about anything else.

Just then, Jing Zhichun grabbed Yang Ersao and ran away as fast as he could.

Yang Xiaoniu and Yang Erniu quickly followed behind.

The four ran for a while, then each found a big tree and hid there.

"You bitch! Stop right there!"

The fifth brother caught a glimpse of the group running away out of the corner of his eye. He roared and tried to chase after them, but the itching in his crotch made him unsteady on his feet, so he could only watch helplessly as the four of them escaped.

Damn it, that was a miscalculation!

The fifth brother angrily scratched his buttocks hard.

He had originally planned to have the big guy kill a weasel, so that they would all be in the same boat. But then he suddenly started itching, ruining his big plan.

"Yes, why am I suddenly so itchy?" The fifth brother suddenly realized.

"It must have been those lowly bastards who did it!"

The fifth brother was so angry he wanted to tear those lowly commoners apart. After he finished dealing with this pack of weasels, he was going to skin them alive!

Just as Lao Wu was about to scratch his backside raw, the pack of weasels at the tip of the triangular formation moved.

One by one, they all raised their heads, then wagged their tails, turned around, and began to chirp.

Immediately, a thick, murky, grayish-yellow gas spewed out from under their tails, spreading out and shooting straight at Lao Wu's face!

The fifth brother almost fainted from the stench.

Despite the unbearable pain, itching, and stench, the killer's instincts remained. He jerked his head to the side and swung the leather whip at the weasel.

With a snap, the whip struck, and the first few weasels were immediately sent flying.

This completely enraged the weasel.

The weasels turned around one after another. As the lead weasel made a few chirping sounds, the weasels behind immediately began to separate and leap out from both sides, pouncing on the fifth weasel.

Seeing this, the fifth brother roared, endured the intense itching, and with a sudden push of his toes, he sprang up, trying to rush out.

But just as he was about to jump, three or four weasels below simultaneously sprang up and pounced on his waist and back!

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, the five men could only twist their bodies and whip their whips, sending two more weasels flying with a snap.

At that moment, the other two weasels bit down hard on the trouser leg and shoulder, causing the fifth weasel to howl in pain.

"Ugh!"

"You bunch of beasts! Get down here!"

The fifth brother roared and swung his leg to shake off the weasel. As the weasel was thrown away, a small piece of skin and flesh was torn off his leg.

"You beasts! I don't think any of you want to live!" the fifth brother roared, gripping his leather whip tightly and cracking it several times before lashing it at the pack of weasels.

Having tasted the blood, the weasels became even more frenzied, pounced on the fifth weasel one after another.

The fifth brother, no longer caring about the itch on his buttocks, went completely mad, cracking the leather whip in his hand until it became a black whirlwind.

Each time it was thrown out, it was accompanied by the weasel's pitiful squeals.

Soon, a group of weasels were disemboweled, their entrails and blood splattered all over the ground.

The forest was filled with the stench of blood, and for a time, Lao Wu's curses and the weasel's screams could be heard incessantly.

Although the fifth brother was agile, there were many weasels, and even if one group was killed, another group would pounce on him.

Soon, the fifth brother, whose buttocks were itching so badly, couldn't keep up with the stamina.

The white-bearded old weasel had been standing outside the circle, watching coldly. Now, it started chirping a few more times.

In an instant, all the surviving weasels stopped attacking and turned around, raising their tails again.

What followed was an overwhelming stench.

An intense, suffocating stench exploded forth, instantly assaulting the very top of one's head.

The fifth brother felt nauseous and dizzy, and could barely hold the whip in his hand.

Meanwhile, Kyoto Haru, who had been watching the battle from the tree, also smelled the stench.

The smell appeared so abruptly; it didn't seem like poisonous gas, but it was definitely not a good thing either.

She immediately said, "Quick, cover your nose."

However, it was too late; she and the Yang family members had inhaled a lot of the stench.

Yang Xiaoniu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, dizziness, and his stomach began to churn.

Yang Erniu was in tears, and his vision began to blur.

Yang Ersao immediately began to vomit, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Kyoto Haru, suppressing her nausea, screamed hoarsely, "Get down from the tree! Run!"

She slid down the tree first, and Yang Ersao followed staggeringly.

The Yang brothers also tumbled and scrambled down.

The four of them disregarded everything else and ran frantically in the opposite direction from the stench of fog.

Behind them, from the center of the stench, came the inhuman screams of the Fifth Elder.

He inhaled the most stench, and at this moment, he was already hallucinating. Even the whip he was wielding was no longer under his control, and most of it fell into empty space.

New wounds kept appearing on his body, and in no time his clothes were stained red with blood.

Over here, Kyoto Haru and her three companions had been running for an unknown amount of time, and just when they were about to run out of energy...

Jingzhichun, who was running in the lead, suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, the dark forest disappeared before her eyes, replaced by a vast, dazzling expanse of gold!

That was a mountain of gold.

A huge golden mountain rose from the ground, glittering so brightly it hurt the eyes.

"Gold...it's all gold..." Kyoto Haru rubbed her eyes, hardly believing it.

She actually ran into Jinshan.

Is she dreaming?

Suddenly, she felt a strong greed in her heart, and involuntarily, she reached out to touch it.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Get out of my way! That's mine!"

Yang Erniu shoved Jing Zhichun aside, staring intently at Jinshan, drool dripping from his mouth.

"We're rich... Hahahaha! Brother! No need to look for tigers anymore! There's a mountain of gold here! A mountain of gold that we could never spend in ten lifetimes!"

"Come quick, pick up the gold!"

As Yang Erniu spoke, he quickly pulled out the cloth bag he always carried and pounced on it, desperately rummaging through it.

Yang Xiaoniu pounced on him, his eyes also filled with greed: "Quick! Fill it up! Fill it up as much as you can!"

As he spoke, he took off his coat and spread it on the ground, and began to pretend as he pleased.

Yang Ersao also screamed and scrambled into the pile of gold, stuffing it into her arms with her clothes and her hands, disregarding everything else.

"I got that first! Let go!" Yang Erniu saw Yang Xiaoniu touch a gold brick he had his eye on and angrily punched it.

"Bullshit! That's mine!"

Yang Xiaoniu's nose was bleeding profusely from the beating. He grabbed his younger brother's hair and the two immediately started fighting, exchanging blows, shouting and cursing. Neither of them would give in. Just a moment ago, the two brothers were brothers, but in that instant, they became enemies.