Humans provide offerings, and in return, some of the demons help protect their homeland.
The ones who hate these yellow weasels the most aren't the Scorching Sun Department over there, nor the humans, but the legitimate demons themselves.
In the past, someone accidentally found a yellow weasel that had been bitten to death by a pack of its own kind, its corpse hung high up in the branches as a warning—back then, it was the real demons cleaning house.
If they didn't do the cleaning, then come winter, when the Scorching Sun Department makes a big move, it wouldn't be just one or two dead.
Enjoying benefits while standing by and doing nothing, if that piles up enough, it always leads to a large-scale indiscriminate purge. This kind of thing has happened before, more than once.
Right now, the most irreconcilable conflict is between the demons themselves.
Wen Yan followed Skinny into the room, where a long table stood inside.
