A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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The neighbors were all amused by this boy.

　　"Pee? Okay, Master, don't worry about it. If someone else pees on your face, you will be in trouble too."

　　"I am really dying of laughter at today's young people. They are not afraid to run into someone in the dark in the middle of the night."

　　"Let's be honest, the weasel was told off like a piece of shit and then peed on its face. Not letting him die is already a big concession."

　　"Should I curse this kid every day?"

　　He Wenbin became more and more panicked, with a sad face, "I've been unlucky for three months. If I continue to be unlucky, I'm going to die, right?"

　　"Master, you must save me."

　　Seeing that He Wenbin was really scared, Chu Yuening comforted him.

　　"It certainly won't die. A weasel has to practice for a hundred years to get a chance to be silenced. If someone dies, it will lose its merits, and it will be killed by lightning immediately."

　　"The weasels who survived to be silenced have never done anything bad."

　　He Wenbin thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. After we bumped into each other the first night, we bumped into each other again the following night."

　　"Hit you again?" Ashanpo asked curiously, "Did it transform into its original form to scare you?"

　　"No." He Wenbin shook his head. He vaguely remembered that night, he was walking across the lawn again, and a child wearing a small melon-shaped hat blocked his way.

　　The little hand was holding a roast chicken.

　　The black eyes shone with light, and the delicate voice rang out in the dark night.

　　"Brother, shall I treat you to a meal?"

　　He Wenbin was quite surprised at the time. The little brat was quite capable and didn't even say politely.

　　Two people, well, he thought they were people, so he found a piece of grass and sat on the ground. He Wenbin didn't eat dinner and was very hungry.

　　This time the weasel not only brought roast chicken but also humans' favorite liquor. It looked indignant as it held the chicken leg with its furry little paws.

　　We have worked hard from dawn to dusk for a hundred years, all for the day when we can be punished.

　　But it was ruined by the sentence "It's worse to be a shit".

　　The next month, it brought roast chicken and wine in order to successfully ask for a seal. My great-grandfather once said that this was the trick that helped him succeed in asking for a seal.

　　The old saying goes, "A man who has taken a favor will be grateful to you." This is a common saying among humans and animals since ancient times. The little weasel firmly believes that this trick will work!

　　When Ah Shanpo heard this, she took a peach wood comb and shaved her scalp, then asked, "What's the result? Was it successful?"

　　He Wenbin was silent for a while. "The roast chicken was too fragrant, and the liquor was too strong. I... fell asleep."

　　I vaguely remember that the weasel later patted his face and repeatedly asked, "Do I look like a human? Do I look like a human?"

　　He Wenbin thought it was collecting a debt, so he stuffed two hundred yuan into its pocket. It closed its eyes, stretched its legs, and went straight to dawn.