Chapter 154: No Fangs but Still This Reckless? Every couple of steps, Lin Heng had to stop and check on the white weasel’s situation. This creature didn’t seem very alert—relaxed up in the branches, eating the ripe persimmons. He’d heard from Tian Baishun and the others that when they hunted white weasels before, it was the same: after the worm climbed the tree, people would wait below, and the worm would just freeze on the branches, too scared to move. This persimmon tree stood alone in the…