Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 169 The Fearless Mouse

Upon hearing this, Yifeng pointed at the fearless rats rushing towards him and said, "Tu Lao, this is not something we can decide."

The soil layer looked at the swarm of rats and said helplessly: "At least we can't play whack-a-mole anymore. Otherwise, the only option is to change the soil."

Changing the soil is not a small project, so it is better not to do this unless it is absolutely necessary.

"The phantom thunderclouds of Liangshan can wash the ground." Yijiu pointed to the phantom thunderclouds in the sky above the west wall and said.

"The master's phantom thundercloud can only wash one meter of the ground, while the mice dig holes one meter below." The soil layer expressed its helplessness.

"What should I do?" Yijiu was at a loss. It was impossible for him to stop killing rats.

"End the battle as soon as possible so that we can turn over the land and purify it." After the soil layer finished speaking, it burrowed underground to solidify the rock and prevented the rats from digging holes.

This trick is undoubtedly effective, so the soil layer, small blocks and fools changed their whack-a-mole strategy to solid rock to prevent the mice from digging holes in the village wall.

As the phantom thunderclouds swallowed the blood mist like a bottomless pit, the vision gradually became clear.

Yifeng looked down at the rat tide that was still fearless and attacking, and couldn't help but frowned and said, "The battle is already decided, why doesn't the Rat King order a retreat?"

It would be unreasonable to say that the changes on the battlefield were not caused by the Rat King's command.

"Because the rats that have been contaminated by ghost energy will die if they don't evolve, it's better to die for the sake of the whole tribe. Oh, by the way, the evolved blood-colored rats retreated through the underground cave." Shang Liangshan said this with a strange look on his face and asked, "Have you seen a level 4 rat? What does it look like?"

“…”Everyone fell silent after hearing this, because they had never seen what a level 4 mouse looked like.

An image of a rat man using a cane to train a turtle man flashed through Shang Liangshan's mind.

"I'm afraid this ghost calamity will create a powerful rat clan!" The old patriarch said with emotion.

"That's a story for later. What we need to consider now is whether we will be hated for slaughtering the rats in this way." Yifeng said bitterly.

"There's no point in worrying. If the rat tribe wants to hold a grudge, they should first hold a grudge against the culprit who caused them to be polluted by ghost energy." After Shang Liangshan finished speaking, he turned around and floated towards the pavilion.

He didn't need to worry about the battle situation, and the experienced soil layer would take care of the post-battle cleanup, so taking some time off was the right thing to do.

This is the advantage of having many subordinates, you don’t have to do everything for them.

When there is work, the secretary does it; when there is nothing, the secretary does it. Ah, Shang Liangshan has no secretary. He is also powerless, unless he catches a female ghost...

The old patriarch took a look at the battle situation and turned to leave, leaving the three Yifeng people looking at each other.

Then the three of them sat on the edge of the rock wall, watching the phantom thunderclouds devour the blood mist, suck up the rat corpses, and watch the rat tide surge.

What kind of picture is that?

Just imagine, rats as big as calves and with bloodshot eyes, rushing towards you in groups, like a tide and a torrent.

Will your scalp tingle and fear surge in your heart? If you have trypophobia, you will probably fall to the ground with a "click" sound, your eyes will roll back.

If a girl sees this scene, she wouldn’t have to think about it to know that people in the surrounding villages would hear screams of “Ah” and then say something like “butterfly”.

Of course this is not the climax. The climax is the evolved rat with a blood-red body and thick thighs.

If you see a rat like this in real life, I guess 99% of people would shout, "Oh my god."

Back to the topic, the evolved rat that absorbed the bloody vortex did not participate in the battle, but retreated through the tunnel.

From Heizi's perspective, there were blood-red rats swimming in the turbulent river, and then disappeared on the river bank.

As for why the owl didn't catch the mouse, it was because Shang Liangshan sent a message to Heizi to wait and see what would happen.

The reason is very simple. Shang Liangshan did not want to expand the hatred. He was not afraid of rats attacking the village wall, but he was afraid that rats would destroy the rice fields.

I won’t explain it here, everyone who farms knows it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know it. Just imagine your red banknotes being bitten to pieces by mice.

To summarize, the rat group contaminated by ghost energy will attack the village if they can, and if they cannot, they will use their lives and blood to make their own kind evolve and get rid of the half-ghost state.

So the rat colony went completely crazy, everything was for the continuation of the colony!

The outcome of the battle was no surprise. The military and civilians held the line and fought until the cockcrowed. All the red-eyed rats were killed in the battle, and the evolved rats retreated and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

If it weren't for the phantom thundercloud that was constantly devouring the blood mist and sucking up the rat corpses, the area outside the village wall would have become a bloody Shura field.

A loud breathing sound suddenly arose. The soldiers and civilians who had been defending the village all night sat on the wall exhausted, gasping for breath.

"Little Square, Hanzi, it's time to work." The soil layer waved his hand and began to turn the soil.

Phantom thunderclouds descended from the sky, enveloping the battlefield outside the village wall.

If you look closely, you will find that the phantom thunderclouds at this time are like a nine-month pregnancy.

This was caused by swallowing a large amount of blood mist and rat corpses.

The red sun rises in the east, and its brilliant light shines on the world, illuminating the mountains, rivers, towns and villages.

Cleaning up the battlefield, entering the finale.

After the phantom thundercloud poured out a mountain of arrows, it transformed into a cloud dragon and roared towards the rock wall.

Shang Liang waved his hand and put it away, like a cloud dragon in nine months of pregnancy, disappearing into the pavilion on the rock peak.

The next second, he appeared above the military camp of Huachu Dojo and waved his hand to release a phantom cloud of thunder.

Upon receiving the order, Zi Ling led 588 spirit guards and transformed into dark purple flame snakes. They flew into the phantom thundercloud and into the space inside its body, absorbing the blood mist and refining the rat's corpse.

I have to say here that last night, the spirit guards sent by Shang Liangshan were rank 340 spirit guards, commanded by the Dark Spirit, guarding the Forgotten Village and would not take action unless it was a critical moment.

The reason is to train the military and civilians.

Zi Ling stayed in the Huawai Taoist Temple and trained 588 third-grade spiritual guards.

"How many?" In front of the messy pile of arrows, Yifeng looked at Yijiu with an expression of disbelief and asked.

"Nearly 30,000 arrows." Yijiu stretched out three fingers and said in a low voice.

He was afraid that Brother Feng would get angry and beat him up because he had consumed too many arrows.

Yifeng really wanted to say, "You guys are really good at shooting." But thinking back to the battle situation, he could only take a deep breath and ask, "How many arrows do you think can be recycled?"

"Less than 30%." Yijiu stretched out three fingers again.

"Hu" Yifeng forced himself to take a deep breath, and while breathing, he calmed his mind and recalled how many arrows were stored in the Forgotten Village.

He remembered, nearly fifteen arrows, which means that the battle with the rat group consumed two-tenths of the reserve arrows. Fortunately, about eight thousand arrows could be recycled.

And these fifteen arrows include 220,000 bamboo arrows used for training.

Thinking of this, Yifeng suddenly felt a great pressure and shouted to Yibao who was leading people to sort out arrows:

"Xiaobao, hurry up and sort the arrows. Put the usable arrows into a basket and send them to the academy for students to put on arrow shafts. Send the damaged arrows to the forging workshop to be melted and re-forged."