lieve, but I can only handle things according to the laws and common sense of the world!"I sort of understand his point of view.Shen Qingrui checked each room in the basement, reinserted the peach woo...This is a litter of little yellow puppies!

Each one was not yet fully grown, with long bodies, fluffy tails, and short limbs. Their flat, round heads had undeveloped features, and a pair of black eyes stared straight at me.

Their fur is yellow, with a patch of white from the neck to the chest.

I don't think yellow people are cute, but they are small.

When she was small, she looked especially cute and I even scared her into silence.

These little yellow fellas reacted immediately, hopping out of the truck and scurrying behind a nearby ditch. They peeked out cautiously to look at me.

"What are you doing here" I crouched by the car, watching the several shadowy figures huddle together.

Mu Wanchen said, "These few are still too small and have no cultivation. They can't speak human language. They should be the cubs of that mother yellow-skinned fox from last night."

"...So you're here to lead the way" I guessed.

A brave little tabby cat raised its front paw, stood up to look at me, and nodded slightly.

... It's really something else.

"You guys lead the way then." I got back into my car, didn't turn on my headlights, and just followed those few little yellow skins in the dark.

"I always thought that 'yellow-skinned people crossing the road' was just a made-up story." I looked at those few little yellow skinned figures lined up ahead, standing up and swaying as if they were human, feeling goosebumps all over my body.

"There's no such thing inside the Buddhist monastery, so I've only heard some stories..." Mu Wanchen propped his elbow on the car door, supporting his face and looking at those little things ahead.

It is said that people with yellow skin know how to find places with strong spiritual energy and also like to go to the homes of recently deceased people because these places have yin and yang energy, as well as a lot of human energy.

Once they gained sentience, they began to imitate human actions. I once heard a story about a yellow-skinned creature hiding in the deep mountains and forests, waiting for people. Every time it saw someone, it would ask: "Do you think I look like a human"

I was intrigued by Mu Wanchen's words. Looking at the swaying yellow figure walking ahead, I remembered hearing stories about it, and the fear in my heart had long since vanished.

But Mu Wanchen's storytelling was not rushed, nor was he eager. I couldn't help but urge him, "Why are you asking the yellow-skinned person that Hurry up and speak, I'm dying of anticipation..."

He chuckled softly and said, “Because that yellow-skinned creature has become a spirit. It will soon ascend to become a demon, and it needs someone to acknowledge it as ‘human’.”

"Fairies and goblins, these words weren't just randomly put together by our ancestors; there's a reason behind them."

Then what Did anyone answer that yellow-skinned person

"Yes, at the beginning he met a hunter. The hunter knew that there were many monsters in the mountains, so he thought this was a trap set by monsters to harm people. He didn't answer and even shot an arrow, although he didn't hit. However, the Yellow Skin (Huangpi) held a grudge, and after that, everything went wrong for the hunter's family. Poultry and livestock were often killed, The hunter knew he had provoked a fairy, so he invited a Taoist priest to exorcise it, and only then did the Yellow Skin (Huangpi) restrain himself."

But it had to go through a tribulation, so it continued to wait in the mountains. Who knows how many years passed One day, an old man who collected mountain goods came along. He went up the mountain to find things to sell for money to support his wife and children.

"A yellow-skinned creature asked, 'Do you see me as a human' Actually, anyone with a little bit of sense would know they've encountered a fairy. But this old man was elderly and nearsighted. Seeing the yellow-skinned creature wearing a yellow and white fur coat, he casually replied, 'You rich kid, what are you doing in the mountains Go home quickly!' "

"So you're treating it as a human" I asked.

Mu Wanchen smiled and nodded: "So this yellow-skinned fellow was overjoyed and said to the old man, 'You've done me a great favor, I will repay you.'"

After that, a colony of yellow weasels moved in along the earthen wall at the back of the old man's house. These were considered bad omens in folklore, but the old man didn't mind. With his wife ill and his son frail, he cherished life all the more. He didn't chase them away or harm them, and even left some scraps of food in the backyard for them.

But these yellow-skinned people disappeared during the day, and at night, the old man's bamboo baskets were filled with various mountain goods and fruits. He sold them to buy medicine, and in a few years, his wife's illness actually improved, and his son also recovered. Within a few years, their family situation improved... However, those yellow-skinned people had quietly vanished without a trace.

"Hearing this, I couldn't help but ask, “Hold on, are you serious When others tell these kinds of stories, I might just take them as weird myths and dismiss them. But coming from you, I have to wonder if it’s actually true!”

"Hee hee... When feigning becomes real, and reality becomes a pretense. Take a look at this pile of yellow skins in front of you. What do you think" Mu Wanchen grinned, seemingly delighted by my troubled expression.

A few cute, little yellow ducklings were leading me to the end of the path.

The road here is really bad, it's all stones. The jeep bumps around a lot, and my hands are cramping from holding the steering wheel.

The front was completely blocked by a mountain hollow that hadn't been cleared, overgrown with weeds and ancient trees with gnarled roots.

I seem to have a vague memory of this place. The last time I left the barrier, I rolled down a small hill and Yunan, the little ancestor, was waiting for me at the bottom.

"Here, cars can't get through. I got out of my car and asked those little yellow-skinned kids: 'Hey, is your home here Do you need to go over that mountain'

"

The leader, a little yellow dog, looked at me and then glanced back at the gully beside us.

What does that mean This child is a little clueless, isn't he His mother is so smart, how come her child is so naive

I pulled out a few sandwich cookies from my backpack and tore open the package.

Strawberry jam filling, Mu Wanchen wrinkled his nose upon smelling it, saying it was too sweet.

But these little guys' eyes lit up!

Hmph... I grinned, probably like a villain exploiting child labor.

"Lead the way." I kneaded the cookie into a fan shape and waved it in front of them.

These little yellow ones are actually not stupid at all, their dazed expressions are used to mislead people.

In this deep mountain, they know which stones are loose or solid, whether they can be stepped on, and if they will slip.

I climbed this mountain very easily, and the road down was also very safe.

Not long after, I saw a stone tablet half-buried in the wilderness.

This is the entrance to the barrier.

"They're doing a good job." I handed out strawberry-filled cookies to the few little golden monkeys.

They held the cookie in their two front paws and munched on it quickly.

Mu Wanchen stood beside the stone tablet with no inscription, frowning deeply: "The aura here is too chaotic... The barrier can only prevent ghosts from running around and there's an illusion to protect it."

"In this place, the living quickly lose their vitality, and ghosts can only wait to be sent to the underworld. There is nowhere to escape for both living and dead."

Isn't that right, Ms. Xue Her ancestors were in this line of business. They don't sever karma or intervene in karmic obstacles. Everyone who becomes a ghost just receives a location where they are left to fend for themselves.

The little yellow creature finished its cookie and jumped onto the nameless stone tablet, running back and forth, signaling for us to enter the barrier.

>diately said, "Little girl, don't be ungrateful. Our Mr. Zheng is a big shot behind the scenes in the entertainment industry. Do you want to be a star Whether you're popular or not depends on Mr. Zhen...