One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He looked at Tsuchimikado Ryosuke, and his voice echoed in everyone's minds:

"young people……"

"Do I look like a man... or a god?"

These words were spoken.

The faces of the people standing behind Ryosuke changed drastically, and their hands, hidden in their sleeves, trembled.

"Lord Ryosuke! Don't answer!"

Chizuru lowered her voice and quickly reminded him in Japanese:

"This is the oldest and most vicious curse in Northeast China—the 'Seal of Mouth'!"

"It is taking human form by borrowing your fortune! If you say it looks like a human, its hundreds of years of cultivation will be destroyed in an instant, and it will go berserk and fight us to the death!"

"If you say you are like a god, you can attain enlightenment, but the price is that the lifespan and fortune of the respondent will be drained to fill the void in the heavenly order!"

"This is an unsolvable dead end! Don't speak!"

Although Taro and Kenji couldn't understand Chinese, they were so frightened by Chizuru's tense expression that they drew their weapons.

The atmosphere in the inn was suffocating.

All those green eyes around him were fixed on Ryosuke, awaiting his verdict.

The old weasel remained upright, its eyes revealing cunning and greed.

It realized that these people were not simple, so it deliberately chose Ryosuke, who looked like the leader, to "get a verbal promise".

As soon as this person speaks, whether he is human or god, these outsiders will have to stay and become his nourishment!

however.

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado, the unparalleled genius of Onmyōdō.

Instead of panicking, he picked up the cup of cheap tea on the table and gently blew on it.

"You ask me, are you more like a man or more like a god?"

He used classical Chinese to ask a question that left all the demons and immortals present speechless:

"you see me……"

Ryosuke's sneer widened: "Doesn't he look like your father?"

"..."

The eerie smile on Old Weasel's face immediately froze.

His small eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

What the hell?!

I am here to perform a sacred and solemn ritual of asking for your consent!

You're taking advantage of me?!

What kind of logic is this?! That's not how it's written in the script!

Not only the old weasel, but also the fox demons and weasels around were stunned.

"Right now."

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado's eyes suddenly sharpened.

The handprint he had already made inside his winter coat suddenly emerged!

"Yin Yang Dao: Kikyo Seal!"

"Soul Stealing!"

"Shh!"

A black talisman covered in blood-red runes struck Old Yellow Weasel's forehead like lightning!

"squeak!!!"

The old weasel let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream, only then realizing that it had been tricked!

It tried to break free, but the black talisman was firmly imprinted on its soul.

Using the causal bridge established by the other party's earlier "demand for silence," Ryosuke's luck was not only not drained, but instead invaded in reverse!

He forcibly used the power of Yin-Yang magic to alter the text, forcefully injecting a "Shikigami Contract" into the body of this old weasel!

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the old weasel's miserable screams.

The warm and lively illusion of the inn surrounding them collapsed with a crash.

The cold wind, mixed with heavy snow, once again chilled everyone's necks.

Where are the inns?

They are standing in a desolate mass grave!

A dozen or so large foxes and weasels were lying haphazardly around them.

They all revealed their true forms during the backlash from the formation, foaming at the mouth and falling into a deep sleep.

And that old weasel that was just moments ago so arrogant and wanted to be granted a title.

At this moment, he was on all fours, like a tamed old dog, obediently lying at Tsuchimikado Ryosuke's feet.

On its forehead, there is a pentagram mark representing enslavement.

"Lord Ryosuke...you're amazing!"

Chizuru watched this scene with eyes full of admiration.

"The spirits and monsters of China are nothing more than this."

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado stood up and gracefully patted the snowflakes off his clothes.

He looked down at the old yellow weasel at his feet, his voice cold:

"lead the way."

"Go to the place where the white dragon is hiding."

The old weasel let out a low, emotionless growl and turned to lead the way.

Chapter 157 Portable Heater?

The next morning.

At the foot of Changbai Mountain.

Several imposing off-road vehicles were struggling to advance, churning through the thick snow.

It was warm inside the car.

Zhang Tianyi wore an extremely stylish black mink coat today.

He held a steaming cup of goji berry and red date tea, looked at the howling wind outside the window, and sighed contentedly.

"Tsk, this place looks like a giant freezer from the outside. It's so much more comfortable inside the car."

Zhang Chulan, who was in the passenger seat, quickly turned around and chimed in, "That's right, Master! The cold in Northeast China is different from the cold in the South. It's bone-chilling!"

"The way you look in that mink coat is absolutely stunning! You're like the Mountain Eagle... no, I mean, like the Snowy Mountain Fox!"

"Stop flattering me and focus on the road ahead," Zhang Tianyi said lazily, giving him a sidelong glance.

However, comfortable times are always short-lived.

The convoy slowed down as it entered the edge of the primeval forest.

Finally, they stopped in front of a steep hillside completely blocked by snow.

Guan Shihua, leaning on her crutches, got out of the car and walked to the window of Zhang Tianyi's car, her face full of apology:

"Old Celestial Master, True Man, I am truly sorry, the road ahead is completely impassable for vehicles."

"This is just the outer area. Further in, there are wild, ancient forests that even hunters dare not enter, with thick snow all year round. We... will have to walk in."

The old Taoist master pushed open the car door, his thin gray Taoist robe fluttering in the cold wind.

He seemed oblivious to the cold, nodding calmly.

"It's alright, just consider it a good workout. It's been decades since I've walked on the snowy roads of Changbai Mountain."

"Hey……"

Zhang Tianyi, who got off the bus next, was wrapped in a mink coat. He looked at the bottomless snow pit in front of him and frowned.

"Walk in?"

Zhang Tianyi exhaled a puff of white breath, her face showing obvious resistance:

"Little Guan, you're being a bit inconsiderate of an elderly person. My skin is so delicate, if I step on it, the snow will get into my crotch. Wouldn't that give me chronic rheumatism?"

Upon hearing this, Guan Shihua wrung her hands anxiously: "Then...what should we do? How about I have a few strong young men in the gang take turns carrying you?"

"Carry it on your back? That's so undignified."

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled into a wicked smile that sent chills down the spines of two people present.

He turned his head and snapped his fingers at Zhang Chulan, who had just gotten out of the car and was still zipping up his jacket:

"Grandson, unload the cargo!"

"Got it!"

Zhang Chulan understood instantly, and his expression immediately turned sly.

He ran to the back of the car and patted the pouch at his waist.

"boom!"

A wisp of white smoke dissipated.

Under the bewildered gazes of Guan Shihua and the group of Northeastern immortals.