The talisman fire erupted, and suddenly, a baby-like crying sound erupted from inside the house, startling everyone.
Lord An moved his nose: "Do you smell something burning?"
They did.
Suddenly, with a snap sound, something fell from mid-air and became visible.
The crowd stepped back a few steps and watched the object on the ground that was spread-eagled, emitting smoke; it was a slender, small-limbed, fluffy yellow-furred creature.
If one could ignore the bald patch connecting its left hind limb to its buttocks, just focusing on the glossy golden fluffy hair, this would be an extremely beautiful yellow weasel.
Unfortunately, the best-looked weasel had become patchy bald, and its skin was a bit charred, no longer aesthetically pleasing.
An Hao stood in front of the elders, swallowed a bit of saliva, and asked, "Junior Temple Master, is it dead?"
