The sky was covered by a patch of clouds, blocking the sunlight.

People's moods were as gloomy as the weather.

Old Master Yu, as the former village chief, was quite knowledgeable. He walked to the front of the crowd, clasped his fists at Uncle Qi, and politely asked, "May I inquire which mountain's deity you are?"

Uncle Qi replied ominously, "Hook Mountain!"

Old Master Yu continued, "Our village has always remembered the teachings of our ancestors. For many years, we've maintained peaceful relations with the deity. Why is the deity so enraged this time?"

With a sneer, Uncle Qi said hatefully, "This Qi Lao Er killed my daughter. I've come to seek revenge from him. This is a personal grievance between me and Qi Lao Er, and others are better off not meddling!"

Upon hearing that Uncle Qi had killed the Yellow Skin, the villagers began to discuss:

"Has Qi Lao Er lost his mind? How dare he provoke the Yellow Skin?"

"Yeah, he's usually a very honest person. I never expected him to disobey the rules like this!"

"Why don't we just disperse? Qi Lao Er brought this upon himself!"

Old Master Yu frowned, "In my impression, Qi Lao Er is definitely an honest and decent hunter. He wouldn't go against the ancestral teachings for no reason. Is there some misunderstanding here?"

Stepping forward from behind, another elder pointed at Uncle Qi and said, "Deity, let's speak reasonably. Yang Cheng and Fatty went to the mountain to gather firewood, and your two daughters almost killed them. It was only thanks to Qi Lao Er's intervention that Yang Cheng and Fatty were saved. Qi Lao Er shot your daughter because he had no other choice!"

With this explanation, the villagers, who were prepared to leave, stopped in their tracks and gathered together again. Everyone thought that Uncle Qi was a hero; he risked his life to offend the Yellow Skin in order to save others. Such a hunter deserved respect.

Old Master Yu nodded and said to Uncle Qi, "Deity, you've heard it. Your two daughters were at fault first and almost killed our two children. Qi Lao Er was just desperate to save them, not intending to hunt down your daughter. How about we both compromise on this matter? Let's forget about it. In the future, we will definitely offer you the best food and drink!"

"Forget about it? Giggles!" Uncle Qi let out a chilling laugh, his face full of ferocity, "This matter cannot be forgotten. An eye for an eye, Qi Lao Er must bury my daughter with him!"

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Old Master Yu was also getting angry. This Yellow Skin didn't give him any face at all. It was obvious that there was no room for negotiation.

Old Master Yu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, loudly commanding, "Get him!"

Uncle Qi suddenly raised his furry face and let out a sharp roar, "Who dares to come over, I'll kill him!"

Everyone knew the Yellow Skin's capabilities. Seeing the Yellow Skin angry, those strong men hesitated and didn't dare to approach rashly.

"You harmed my son. Don't think I'm afraid of you!"

Dad suddenly rushed out of the crowd, holding a pitchfork, and came to Uncle Qi alone.

Old Master shouted, "Be careful!"

Uncle Qi moved swiftly, dodging the pitchfork, and knocked Dad to the ground, raising his sharp claws and viciously aiming at Dad's throat.

I widened my eyes, "Dad—"

Uncle Qi, possessed by the Yellow Skin, was also ruthless. It was clear that this attack was meant to kill Dad.

"Sorry, Dad!"

In a critical situation, Dad didn't have time to think. He snatched a sickle from a villager and rushed to Uncle Qi's side, slashing at Uncle Qi's back.

"Wow!"

Uncle Qi let out a strange cry, blood splattering from his back, a long wound opened, and he writhed in pain.

Dad rolled out from under Uncle Qi, and two villagers quickly ran over to pull him away.

"Old man, go die!"

Amidst the roar, Uncle Qi struck back with a claw.

Almost instinctively, Old Master held up the sickle to block at chest level.

With a cracking sound, Uncle Qi's sharp claw actually severed the sickle, and the black fingertips cut through Old Master's outer garment, blood seeping out, apparently cutting the flesh underneath.

Old Master took a step back, his back hitting the earthen wall, panting heavily.

Old Master Yu saw the situation was dire and shouted to the villagers holding weapons, "What the hell are you waiting for? Let's go together!"

More than ten villagers rushed forward with their weapons, engaging in a melee with Uncle Qi.

However, Uncle Qi, possessed by the Yellow Skin, was extremely formidable and strong. The dozen villagers couldn't harm him at all; instead, several of them were knocked down by Uncle Qi and lay on the ground wailing in pain.

Luckily, someone smartly fetched a fishing net from home.

Two villagers climbed onto the wall and dropped the fishing net directly onto Uncle Qi's head.

Uncle Qi was immediately trapped in the fishing net. Several villagers pulled the net together, quickly tightening it around Uncle Qi.

The rest of the people gathered around, punching and kicking, finally managing to knock Uncle Qi to the ground.

Uncle Qi was covered in blood, but instead of lying down obediently, he struggled violently. His sharp claws quickly tore open several holes in the fishing net. It seemed that the net couldn't contain him.

The wisdom of the working people was boundless. At this moment, someone brought out a tranquilizer gun from home.

The gun was originally used for hunting large wild animals but was now used to deal with Uncle Qi.

The person shouted, "Clear the way!"

A tranquilizer dart flew out and hit Uncle Qi's back.

Uncle Qi lay on the ground, panting heavily, his claws still digging into the ground, showing intense anger.

The tranquilizer gun indeed worked. Uncle Qi's struggles gradually weakened, and after a few minutes, he finally closed his eyes and stopped moving.

People breathed a sigh of relief. For safety's sake, the villagers dragged the unconscious Uncle Qi out of the fishing net and tied him up securely, especially his two claws, which were tightly bound with hemp rope so he couldn't cut the ropes with them.

Old Master Yu instructed to have the unconscious Uncle Qi carried to the ancestral hall first, and then they would decide what to do next.

The unconscious Uncle Qi was as heavy as a pig, and four strong men huffed and puffed as they carried him away.

Gradually, people dispersed, and the injured were swiftly taken to the village clinic. The turmoil was temporarily quelled, but everyone knew that this matter was far from over. The Yellow Skin spirit was still inside Uncle Qi, and they had to deal with the Yellow Skin to truly resolve the issue.

Old Master Yu gathered some elders from the village and headed to the ancestral hall to discuss countermeasures.

Old Master Yu's wound was minor, just a surface injury. He applied some anti-inflammatory medicine and then some medicine to prevent decay.

After leaving the clinic, Old Master Yu hurriedly took me to the ancestral hall.