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The young man was returning home from a field trip. On the way, he met a "talking" weasel. This yellow-skinned man, wearing a small jacket and sunglasses, squatted like a human on the roadside and spoke to the young man: "Old iron, old iron, I am your old iron, look back" The young man turned back to the weasel and said, "Old iron, old iron, are you the old iron from my previous life, or the old iron from this life?" What is this past life? Weasel's face was full of doubts. He subconsciously prepared to ask what the young man looked like, but in the end he blurted out, "It's the old man from the previous life." "It turns out that old man from my previous life, am I Pangu or the Three Thousand Demon Gods?" The young man said word by word. When Weasel heard that Pangu, the young man in front of him turned into a towering and upright giant god with no head or feet, holding an axe. When he talked about the three thousand demon gods, he turned into three thousand demon gods with different images, terrifying and ferocious, exuding the aura of destroying the world and destroying the world. After listening, the weasel felt his whole body slowly stiffen and lose consciousness bit by bit. I saw the weasel in front of me, opening his mouth to say something. The young man smiled, turned and left. Soon after, a gust of wind blew, and the weasel's body flew all over the sky like fallen leaves, disappearing into ashes.