The Fake Heiress Turns out to Be a True Tycoon!
Chapter 197 Yellow Gate Appears

Chapter 197: Chapter 197 Yellow Gate Appears

Because the entire crew stayed up until midnight yesterday, today’s show started two hours later than usual.

Scarlett Jennings woke up early, as her internal clock was set.

By the time the crew and other guests were ready for the broadcast, the village chief and villagers also arrived.

Knowing that the crew planned to go up the mountain today, the chief decided to bring a few young, strong villagers along.

After all, this was a matter concerning the village too.

And they also wanted to know why the mysterious creatures in the mountain were at odds with the village.

Surely, it wasn’t because they thought the villagers were occupying the mountains and disturbing them.

After all, the village had been living like this for years.

Knowing that everyone was concerned about the weasels, Scarlett didn’t delay and joined the crew and villagers for the mountain expedition after breakfast.

Spencer Atkins and another follow-up photographer, still shaken from last night’s encounter, didn’t come.

Although Amber Livingston was also scared, she insisted on going up the mountain today.

The group set out, with Scarlett and her team leading the way. Dashiell walked beside her, holding a rope with six weasels tied to the end.

Whatever he did, those weasels were surprisingly obedient in his hands, leading the way without any escape attempts.

The viewers, eagerly waiting in the live broadcast room, were excited to see the so-called mysterious creatures today.

Everyone was enthusiastically spamming comments.

"Are we finally going to see the legendary creatures?! Exciting!!"

"Everyone, be careful! Please don’t get hurt!"

"Hope nothing dangerous happens."

"Let’s hope these creatures are as tame as the previous weasels."

"Someone above clearly misunderstands weasels; ’tame’ isn’t the right word for them."

"Scarlett mentioned before heading out that the main goal was negotiation, to figure out why the weasels were upset. Avoid confrontation if possible."

"Speaking of negotiations, we have to bring our master negotiator Amber into this."

"@Amber Livingston, the expert has arrived!"

"Amber Livingston: Today’s my solo act!"

"Let’s bring out the Immortal Fox!"

"Let’s bring out the Immortal Fox!"

"Let’s bring out the Immortal Fox!"

As everyone focused on walking, Director Clark felt the atmosphere was tense and suggested interacting with the viewers.

The guests glanced at their phones and saw the rows of comments summoning the Immortal Fox.

In the past, Amber might have been amused and put on a playful performance at the viewers’ requests.

But after witnessing the unusual weasels last night, Amber didn’t dare pretend.

If this were scripted, it would be fine.

But this was real.

They might actually encounter the creatures.

If he acted rashly, he might not know how he’d meet his end.

Faced with enthusiastic calls from fans, he couldn’t be too blunt, so he awkwardly scratched his head.

"Actually, the reason I was fine last night is thanks to my family’s Immortal Fox protecting me from the weasels’ attacks, and then Dashiell appeared to drive them away.

The Immortal Fox is still resting, and I can’t disturb it casually."

He added,

"Moreover, the Immortal Fox doesn’t get along with Yellow Gate, so its help may not be effective."

Amber’s reasoning was solid, and though fans were disappointed, they let it go without pressing further.

The other villagers didn’t know Amber and didn’t have high expectations for him.

Compared to him, the young girl and the boy with her seemed more promising.

After all, they caught the culprits troubling the village for months on their first night and even captured six weasels.

They clearly had real skills.

The group casually answered a few viewer questions, with Evander reminding everyone that if they faced a bad situation, like the creatures getting angry, villagers and staff should run first.

They talked as they walked, soon finding themselves in a wooded area midway up the mountain.

The six weasels walking ahead suddenly halted.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

Looking around, the area was surrounded by trees, with only faint bird calls audible and a faint, ruffling sound as if something was moving through the underbrush.

Everyone held their breath, faces tense with anticipation.

After a while, someone exclaimed.

Following the sound, everyone saw a weasel head pop out of the bushes ahead.

Then another appeared.

Three, four.

More weasels emerged from the bushes. In no time, there were a dozen or more, all peering at everyone with beady, wary eyes.

Such a scene inevitably reminded everyone of last night’s events.

The only difference was it was daytime now.

Despite this, being surrounded by so many weasels made everyone’s heart race, with villagers instinctively gripping sticks hidden in their bags.

If the creatures suddenly attacked, they’d need to protect themselves.

In this tense atmosphere, Scarlett suddenly spoke, addressing everyone,

"Stay calm, and don’t show any signs of aggression. We’re here to negotiate peacefully."

Scarlett’s voice, as clear as a mountain stream, reassured everyone, easing the initial tension.

Some even managed a smile at the creatures to express goodwill.

While viewers couldn’t see everyone’s expressions, the tension on-site was palpable.

"Oh my God, I’m scared. No matter what, once there are so many of any animal, it’s intimidating!"

"No wonder Spencer couldn’t get up today after facing this. I would’ve been too scared to move!"

"Are there really this many creatures? They look fierce!"

"If these were all intelligent creatures, that would be incredible! They’re probably just regular weasels."

"We mean you no harm, please don’t attack us!"

"Gosh, be careful."

"So, which one is their leader, anyway?!"

Perhaps sensing the viewers’ thoughts, the bushes rustled again.

Scarlett looked over, spotting a small figure emerging from behind a tree not far away.

Bigger than the others, its fur was tawny, and it stood about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, walking upright.

Its steps mimicked a human’s, slow and deliberate, with dark eyes distinct from the other weasels, sharp and deep, filled with unnatural intelligence.

As its piercing gaze swept over them, everyone felt its intense presence, except Scarlett and Dashiell.

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