When my brother was found in the fields, nothing remained of him but a sheet of human skin.
Grandpa Eighteen, the village geomancer, said my brother had crossed a weasel spirit and paid with his life for giving the wrong answer.
That night, as I lit incense beside my brother’s coffin, I saw a weasel in a bright floral jacket leap onto the lid.
Its mouth stretched into a hideous grin, and a strange cry rasped from its throat: “Young master, do you think this Immortal looks human?”
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黄封问卜
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Chapters
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