"What kind of monster? You can tell it's a dog just by hearing this cry."
Hearing the girl say that a monster came to the door, she replied with a hoarse voice, and at the same time made a long sound of "poof~".
With rustling sounds, the mound became panicked, and more yellow-red figures approached the leeward place where the dog was.
"Your uncle, I am drinking wine and eating meat." Gouzi's familiar voice said.
The voice was not that of someone else, but that of a weasel who often visited the inn.
"My uncle is not your uncle?" said the fart man.
"I have always suspected that we are not the same uncle." Weasel said, "I have never been so out of control."
"It's not my fault. I got it from stealing chickens when I was young. I can't help myself when I hear a dog barking. I only blame that dog." said the fart man.
"Dog, what dog?" The drunk weasel hadn't heard the dog bark yet.
The fartman didn't answer, but walked to the mound and looked around to see the dog.
The fart man is about fifty years old, wearing yellow clothes, with a few beards, and a sinister look on his face. He looks a bit like the Taoist priest at the inn.
"My uncle, is this a dog?" He took a step back and took a closer look. "It's really a dog."
"Woof woof." The dog yelled at him.
The man in yellow knelt down and said, "It's really hard for you to look like this."
Ignoring the dog's barking, he turned back to the girl and said, "You said you were hungry just now, but now you have delicious food delivered to your door."
The girl said disgustedly: "Can such an ugly dog be eaten?"
The man in yellow hesitated for a moment and saw the dog looking at them warily. He considered it for a moment and said, "It's not like I haven't eaten ugly people before, so dogs are nothing."
"Dragon meat in the sky, dog meat in the underground, dog meat may be more delicious than human meat." He added.
"Dad, have you ever eaten dragon meat?" the girl asked curiously.
"No, but after eating dog meat, will dragon meat be far behind?" said the man in yellow. "To be a weasel, you must have a dream, and don't follow the example of some old people who are not enterprising."
Hearing the dog continue to bark, the man in yellow said impatiently: "You fell into a den of thieves and you still dare to bark..."
The girl reminded her father, "Isn't a den of thieves appropriate?"
"Oh, yes, the wolf's den." The man in yellow said, "Don't even think about going back today. It's just a chance to avenge me for being hunted down back then."
He turned back and chirped a few words to his men, and all the red and yellow dogs came around the dog.
Gouzi stopped and looked at these yellow-skinned children in confusion. At first, Weasel said that these were all his juniors and he did not dare to disrespect him.
A tiger is no match for a pack of wolves, so the dog panicked when seeing these yellow-skinned men approaching.
"Woo~" it lowered its body and roared, and at the same time slowly retreated backwards until its back was against an old elm tree, and it was surrounded by yellow leather in a fan shape.
At the critical moment, the dog suddenly changed his words: "Meow, meow..."
"Poof", the man in yellow let out another long series of sounds, which made the grass on the mound fall to the ground and the air changed color.
The yellow-skinned men surrounding the dog trembled, and when they turned around, they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him standing in the leeward direction.
But the girl suffered a disaster. She covered her nose and closed her smoked eyes and ran down.
The weasel was in the wind, and the fart just added a flavor to the wine and bones in his hand.
"Your uncle, your uncle," the weasel threw the things in his hands, "your uncle."
The man in yellow said: "No wonder I can't control myself when I was chased by a cat in my early years. I am a wolf but is bullied by a cat. If I am not ruthless, I will not eat the chicken..."
"Fortunately, everything is over. Now it's time for revenge." The man in yellow sighed and pointed at the dog, "Kill him."
After receiving the order, a group of yellow men tensed up and rushed towards the dog.
As the saying goes, a dog in a hurry will jump over the wall.
Seeing that the enemy was outnumbered, the dog turned around and climbed up to the old elm tree with thick skin and low branches.
"Hey, is this a dog or a cat?" said the man in yellow.
Soon he became even more confused. Faced with the yellow man who climbed up the tree to catch him, the dog changed his words and let out a sound that sounded vaguely like a fox.
"Poof", the man in yellow made another long sound, and this time the weasel that staggered to his side was smoked to the ground.
"Your uncle, you must have done it on purpose." The weasel said and let out a stink in return, "Come on, let's hurt each other."
"You can't blame me for that. It's not like you've never been chased by a fox before." The man in yellow said.
"Dad, you were really rough when you were young." The girl said sympathetically, looking at the lingering smoke on the mound.
The man in yellow pinched his nose and said, "It's all this weird dog, I'm going to eat it alive."
"Woof woof." The dog grinned with a fierce expression.
Only then did the drunken weasel hear the dog barking. He leaned out of the mound, touched his smoked eyes, took a closer look, and shouted: "Stop!"
A group of yellow-skins continued to move forward. The weasels chirped several times before they stopped.
The man in yellow rubbed his burned eyes and looked at the weasel, "What are you doing? This is my prey."
The weasel said: "This is my brother."
The man in yellow said: "It's your brother, so who am I? Are you a son of a bitch?"
The weasel retorted, "You are the son of a bitch."
"Hey, you still dare to scold me, you piece of shit who regards thieves as brothers." The man in yellow raised his foot and kicked the weasel.
The weasel rolled down the mound to escape and said, "You have done something wrong, you have no respect for your superiors."
The man in yellow refused to give up and continued to kick it, "I've given you enough face by letting you eat and drink, but you still dare to scold me."
"Well, you two have the same mother." The girl reminded them under the mound.
The man in yellow stopped in his tracks, it seemed that he was not at a disadvantage in this way.
"I'll bypass you first." The man in yellow waved to his men, "Catch that dog for me."
The yellow-skinned people were indifferent, and the yellow-clothed man could only chirp again in yellow-skinned language.
"Stop." The weasel stood up and said, but the yellow skinned people didn't understand what it said.
In desperation, the dog once again resorted to his trump card, "Quack!" These two high-pitched sounds were quite similar to the majestic General Goose in an inn.
"Poof", the man in yellow made another long series of sounds.
Girl, the weasel and the yellow-skinned men all turned around. There was no way this goose's cry could attract this thing.
"When I was young, I was ignorant and stole goose eggs." The man in yellow explained and became angry, "Catch it for me."
The weasel rushed to the foot of the tree and shouted to everyone in yellow-skinned language.
"This is the inn's dog. If you dare to touch it, be careful of getting skinned." It turned back and said to the man in yellow.
"The inn's dog?" The girl was startled.
"Of course, the brother I met in the inn will come over to treat me specially as long as there is delicious food in the inn." Weasel said.
The girl carefully walked to the man in yellow and muttered something, and the weasel vaguely heard the word "Sword Qi".
"A sword energy breaks your spell?" The man in yellow hesitated after seeing the girl nodding.
"With this delicious food in front of you, there's no reason not to eat it." The man in yellow thought for a moment and said, "Besides, it's so ugly, so I guess it will be lost if I throw it away."
The weasel said: "You are wrong about this. The boy at the inn likes this dog the most. If he loses it, he will definitely find it."
The man in yellow didn't believe it: "Is this man sick? He likes such ugly dogs."
"You don't like to chew on people's stinky feet, so why don't people like ugly dogs?" said the weasel.
Seeing the man in yellow's hesitation, he said, "If you insist on doing something rash, you will be in disaster. Don't blame me for not warning you."