Otherworldly Merchant

I also temporarily relieved my predicament. I just gasped for a few breaths, but in the light of the fire, I saw the big white mouse standing on his feet, waving more than two foreclaws.

And then I saw this incredible scene --

The rats immediately stopped the riot, first they killed the bloodthirsty ones, and then the bloody rat jumped into the fire himself. Burned to death.

Then all the mice retracted into the hole in an orderly fashion.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did the rats find it hard to deal with me and admit to losing the army?

I was just wondering, the rats were coming out of the hole again.

Unexpectedly, this time they brought in new weapons.

A stone as big as a walnut, like a marble!

Some throw it down, some spit it out in your mouth, and two thicker, stronger mice smash it down with a big rock!

Damn it, how strange are these rats?

I didn't wait to wake up the goddess from consternation, and the first wave of stone attacks had been killed.

Stones are much smaller, denser than mice, and more difficult to prevent in the dark.

Under the first round of attack, I was sturdy and smashed a few times!

These rats are all the size and strength of a cat, and when they get high, the stone hits them like a slingshot, and it hurts hot. If it hits you in the eye, you can choke if you're not blind.

I hurried to put up a double knife to protect my head and keep running.

Weird rats squeaked, traveling through large and small caves, right behind them.

I don't know how many of these weird mice there are, but wherever they go, there will be a rock rain.

And these guys work together, even more seamlessly. There are people running down to pick up stones, there are people who specialize in transportation, and there are people who specialize in attacking, obviously an army of weird rats!

Squeak! Squeak!

The white-haired monster kept calling out for directions. The rats were chasing me down, almost completely dead. Soon, I was hit in the head with a couple of big bags, and I was beaten countless times.

They say that rats cross the street and everyone shouts, but when rats unite, they are terrible!

Oh, no.

I ran and suddenly remembered.

These rats are not all so intelligent. When I broke the spell, it was a mess. It seems that only the gray-haired rat turned on some intelligence. I just have to find a way to get that guy killed.

To think of it, I glanced at the position of the big white mouse with his feet upright, his claws hugged, very much like a winning ticket, smiling slightly at me.

Damn it!

I secretly sacrificed the invisible needle, pretended to panic, ran back down the road, and pretended to fall and collide, it looked like it would fall at any moment.

Squeak! Squeak!

The white-haired rat immediately got excited, waving his front paw out loud and screaming.

The other rats cried out in unison, and the stones broke even more.

10 meters, 8 meters...

I'm getting closer, and this must be a fatal blow, and it must not escape, otherwise it can be trouble.

Boo!

I ran over and raised my hand to the needle.

A thud burst into the heart of the rat.

I was afraid it wouldn't die, and then I jumped, and the light was inky green on top of my knives.

“Kill!”

A click of a double knife fell, and the rat was chopped into pieces by me, and the stone hole where it stood was blown to pieces.

The mice who lost their heads suddenly stunned.

I stabbed a double knife and it was a slaughter. Mouse bodies all over the place, blood stained the walls!

The rest of the rats were also frightened, finally showing their instincts, rushing away and slipping into caves big and small.

I also sat down a little tired and gasped against the stone wall for a while, which slowed me down.

Several large bags were smashed in the head, all swollen up, the probe touched some hidden pain, the threads were not seriously injured, let alone moved to the muscle bone.

I took a break and kept walking.

The mouse path was narrow, but it was more complicated. Soon I was a little confused. After a turn, I actually went back to where I had just walked. Now there's some confusion. Where the hell did I come from and where did I go?

Looks like I really have to go back. The Snake Sea is a little disgusting, but it's better than dying here alive. Not to mention, in a little while, as the Carmel locks run, they'll reopen a passage, or maybe meet up with Van Gong.

The idea must have been, I was shooting around with a flashlight, hoping to find the mouse body I had chopped off and find a way back to life.

But then I suddenly discovered a very strange phenomenon.

The ground is full of dead bones, even though they are rats, but definitely not killed by me.

The corpses had already rotted into dead bones and were all dark, as if poisoned.

Intermittent stretches forward.

What the hell is going on?

Was there anyone else walking through this weird rat tunnel long before me?

I followed the trail of the mouse bone and followed it.

Slowly I found that these mice were not only poisoned, but many were cut in half, and they were like pinched alive.

There is a bloody handprint on the stone wall, which, although old enough to turn black and red, can still be seen in its general shape. The man's hands were very broad, much bigger than normal, and he had six fingers.

I went after several more curves and finally found a very large human skeleton under a stone wall.

Next to the human bone, dozens of mouse wreckages were scattered in density and numbness.

Both human bones and mouse skeletons are pitch-black, and obviously even human rodents are poisoned.

I presumed that the situation at the time might have been one of the most poisonous, panicked deaths in the body, and the rats who ate his flesh were poisoned.

But who is this guy? How did you get here?