The Weasel Spirit Took Me Along for the Good Life

My name is Wu Suowei. My parents both died when I was young, so it was just my grandfather and me, relying on each other to get by. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had the vague feeling that something was following me. But whenever I turned around, it was gone, and no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it. When I told my grandfather, he grabbed the pipe in his hand and threw it at me. “You unlucky little brat! All you do all day is talk nonsense.” After that, I still felt like something was following me, but I didn’t dare tell my grandfather. Then one day, I finally got a clear look at the thing that had been following me: a weasel spirit feared by everyone who heard its name.