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The moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round. This saying is absolutely correct.The Mid-Autumn Festival just passed yesterday and it is now the 16th.

It was now three o'clock in the morning, and the bright moonlight shone from the sky into the woods, shining on the withered grass on Su Xingfeng who was motionless. Su Xingfeng covered his whole body with the withered grass, only revealing a pair of bright eyes looking around.

‘This is the third day, and the guy still hasn’t come out?Could this be because of fear?’

It has been four months since Su Xingfeng retired from the army and is now living in the mountain where his grandfather left him.When Su Xingfeng was 10 years old, his parents died in a car accident.In order to take care of him, Su Xingfeng's grandfather took him back to his hometown to raise him.Because his grandfather was old, his grandfather also passed away in Su Xingfeng's fourth year of joining the army.

Qingshan is the only property left to him by Grandpa Su Xingfeng. Just like the name of the mountain, green water, green mountains, birds singing and fragrance of flowers, this mountain is left by his ancestors.Qingshan is composed of four hills, forming a right triangle, with three hills surrounding the high mountain in the middle. As my grandfather said, "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood." So my ancestors started planting trees on the mountains from his grandfather's generation, and planted back as many as they cut down. Until now, there are big trees everywhere on this mountain.

The village had been persuading his grandfather to cut down the trees on the mountain and sell them for money, but until his grandfather passed away, his grandfather refused and told Su Xingfeng not to let others destroy the mountain.

Su Xingfeng is now the only successor of Qingshan, and the only memory left by his relatives.When the village secretary found Su Xingfeng again, Su Xingfeng was like his grandfather, "This is what my grandfather left to me, and I will keep it."

Ever since I was a child, I heard from my grandfather that there was a yellow-skinned man on the mountain, and that yellow-skinned man was about to become a spirit.It had appeared since his grandfather's time, so their family had never raised poultry such as chickens and ducks, because no matter how many you raised, they would be eaten by those yellow-skinned ones.

Because Su Xingfeng had just retired from the army, he felt that he had the skills to deal with it.So he bought forty or fifty chickens from the market two months ago and raised them at home, but every day or two there were fewer chickens, until half a month ago they were all gone.

He had been preparing since last week. He was going to destroy the yellow man.Tonight is the seventh day, and he almost killed Huang Pizi a few days ago.

"We're close, take another step forward..."

At this time, a silver-white weasel came out from behind a big tree and was about to pass through a trap set by Su Xingfeng.

"Kacha..."

"Squeak...squeak..."

At this time, the trap was triggered, and the sharp bamboo nails hit the silver-white weasel's left hind foot and stuck it there. However, the weasel quickly broke free despite its desperate struggle.

"Another mistake. I underestimated it. If I had known better, I would have replaced it with iron nails."

When Su Xingfeng saw the weasel breaking free from his trap, he immediately jumped out of the grass and chased in the direction where the weasel escaped.

The weasel's movements were very agile, and even though its hind legs were seriously injured, it could still run very fast.Su Xingfeng stared at it from behind, and finally saw the weasel getting into a tree hole:

"Now let's see where you run, haha, let's see I burn you to death today."

Su Xingfeng was very happy when he saw the weasel entering the hole of the tree where he had set up the trap.He took out a barbed wire fence from the grass next to the tree, blocked the hole in the tree, and then took a ruler and measured it on the trunk.

“It’s not too high, just start from here.”

He was calculating the height of the tree hole, because he had made it before, and now he planned to use the tree hole to burn the weasel here.Until daybreak, Su Xingfeng cut off all the branches and leaves above the tree hole, and then cleared away all the hay and other things around it, in order not to cause a mountain fire.

He found more barbed wire and wrapped the tree stump tightly. It looked like a cement pillar ready to be poured.

"You are dead now, no matter if you are a sperm or not, it will be useless no matter how much you scream, haha!!"

Su Xingfeng looked around and found nothing wrong, so he took a bucket of gasoline and poured it on the tree stump.

"Boom..."

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