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Huang Xiaolong chuckled. "Actually, this kind of monster is just a weasel, commonly known as the 'yellow-skin,' and once it achieves something significant, it is referred to as 'Immortal Huang'... All in all, this kind of monster is quite wicked and is one of those with the pettiest nature. It never forgets an injury or slight."
"Wea... weasel?" Zhao Bing looked utterly horrified. "Can even that thing turn into a monster?"
"Of course, it's one of the five wild immortals of the folk tales, which include foxes, snakes, weasels, rats, and hedgehogs," Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.
"Little Long, my mom must be in grave danger right now. That damned weasel has already started to take revenge on her... You... you... you..." Zhao Bing looked at Huang Xiaolong with a pleading face. After a pause, she said softly, "Little Long, please help my mom, rest assured... I... I will definitely repay you."
