C62

When they returned to the gas station, Chen Xiaohua and the others had already revealed their identities. They were afraid that the villagers would provoke them, so they told the gas station owner to stand guard on the roof with his gun. Fortunately, although the villagers had the advantage of numbers, they were all cowardly and cowardly hooligans. If they dared to come and cause trouble, just a few shots should be enough to scare them off.

He had a feeling that Wuji was not dead, and perhaps was still alive. He should go back and think of a way to get him out of the cave, but he felt that this idea was too unrealistic.

The rat swarm attack and the collapsed cave, he repeatedly told himself that his fourth brother would not be able to come back. But, who should he blame? There wasn't even someone who could take revenge. Although Chen Changsheng had invited him to help, the death of Ol 'Four should not have been blamed on him. Furthermore, he had been so loyal that he decided to stay in the cave and accompany Wuji in death. Blame that mischievous Singh? He had already been killed by Mo Wuji with a single shot, and from his point of view, Mo Wuji did not intend to kill him. Blame the villagers? That's right, if it weren't for these ignorant believers, how would such a thing have happened? Then let's just kill them and bury Fourth Bro along with us!

Just as he was lying on the sofa, he suddenly heard the owner of the gas station shouting something on the roof. Thinking that there were really villagers causing trouble, he jumped up from the sofa, grabbed a rifle, and rushed out.

At this time, Chen Xiaohua heard the commotion and went outside. They were able to understand the Indian language and Chen Jiayi was the first to react. She excitedly told Yao Yun, "Master Wei and my master are back! They're not dead! "

Yao Yun couldn't believe his ears. He ran along the ladder to look upstairs and saw Wei Wuji walking towards the gas station, supporting Chen Changsheng with difficulty. He was overjoyed and immediately ran down to call Chen Xiaohua to help them with their car.

What surprised and delighted Yao Yun even more was that not only did Wei Wuji miraculously survive, he didn't even suffer any serious injuries. He only suffered a few scratches. His chest was covered in blood, and his head was covered in ash and dust. Wei Wuji had said that Chen Changsheng had been hit by a stone in the cave. Although he had managed to survive, it seemed that apart from his broken bones, he had also injured his internal organs.

Returning to the gas station, everyone started to carry Chen Changsheng into the building. Fortunately, among these people, Chen Jiayi, Chen Yao, and Wei Wuji were all good at treating injuries. With the medicine passed down from the Siege Battalion, Chen Changsheng's injuries were temporarily stabilized.

"How is it, Old Master Chen?"

Then, he thought back to when he was in the Mouse Temple, Chen Sha had stayed behind to think of a way to save Wuji in order to show his loyalty. Wei Wuji might have come out alive because of Chen Sha's help, so no matter what, he had to think of a way to protect Chen Sha's old life, and in the future, he would think of a way to repay him.

Wei Wuji himself used some medicine to wipe the wound on his arm. He said: "There's nothing wrong with Old Master Chen's life, but the fracture of his left arm is quite severe. In addition, it might have injured his lung. It will take a long time for him to recuperate."

"Oh, that's great. Ai, Fourth Bro, you scared the hell out of me. I thought you were really done for!" How did you two get out of here? "

"I only survived because of luck. Third brother, take a look at this. I relied on it to come back to life with Old Master Chen."

As Wei Wuji spoke, he took something from his neck and handed it to Yao Ling. It was a small piece of white bone, like the skull of a small animal.

Yao Ling held the bone in her hand and observed it for a moment before asking Wei Wuji: "This is it. Mice? A mouse skeleton? This thing can save your lives? "

"In fact, that Singh should have known very early on that he wouldn't live long, that he had been practicing this art for a long time and had already reached the point of going berserk. In order to go further, he risked his life and ran into the city of Nenga, but he did not expect that the secret treasure he had painstakingly obtained not only failed to improve his art, but also caused his rats to gradually lose control. This is something he cannot tolerate. And those gems might be poisonous, or radioactive, things that Singh dealt with all day, and his body was getting worse. Third Brother, you should know that apart from some unique training methods and the support of some medicine, the caster also needs powerful mental ability. Because of this, there are very few people who can master these methods, because the innate conditions are much more important than the practice of the day after tomorrow. Singh's health was so severely damaged that he could no longer control the rats, and he wanted to kill them all when he lost control. The rats had been scattered and hidden in the mountains after their rat king had been killed by the old cat, but they had all been drawn out by the smoke from Singh's spontaneous combustion. Singh probably wanted to use the smoke to attract the rats to Silver Mountain, then use the prearranged mechanism to collapse the entire cave, using the temple of the rats and the rats he had so painstakingly managed as his companion. "However, he did not expect this to happen. No one had expected that something unexpected would happen."

When Wei Wuji said this, he had a strange expression on his face. It was as if he had thought of a distant past and appeared to be a little absent-minded.

Yao Yin asked him, "Then how did you manage to be saved?" What does it have to do with this mouse's skeleton? "

"Hai, speaking of this, it's still 10 years ago."

While speaking, Wei Wuji gently caressed the white mouse skeleton with his thumb. He lectured Yao Ling: "I used to have a friend named Liu who was inherited from an ancestor. In the east city, there was a clinic passed down by his grandfather. This bro has his own private property. He usually left those Chinese medicinal herbs in the yard to dry, but he often found rats hanging around. They didn't steal the leftovers from the kitchen, but they specifically ate those medicinal herbs. Once, a small mouse was lying in a basket, eating happily, was hit by Old Liu, on the spot took a tea cup in. Old Liu was a bit of a bookworm. He felt that since he caught the thief, he should show off to the public, so he shook the teapot for the mouse to make it faint before transferring it to an empty glass medicine bottle. He then put some air into the teapot and put the bottle on the windowsill to show the crowd, hoping that the rats would know that this was the result of stealing medicinal herbs. The trapped little mouse was jumping up and down in there, squeaking. Old Liu looked quite pleased with himself. In the end, when the sun had just set, Old Liu's house became bustling with noise and excitement. It was unknown where a large group of rats had gathered from, but they first pushed the glass bottles that were trapping the mice from the windowsill to the ground and shattered it, saving their companions, and then they caused all those medicinal herbs in the courtyard to be ruined. After that, Old Liu was provoked and determined to fight a decisive battle with these rats. He asked around for an expert in the extermination of rats, and finally got a master in the extermination of rats from Shanxi Province. This bro really has some skill, he didn't stop there, he picked up a can and used a large hammer, first listening, then smashing. Then, he pried open the floor tiles, and unexpectedly, a two feet long rat that had been knocked out by the large hammer was lifted up by him from the ground. The Shanxi people told Old Liu to raise this big rat, not kill it, and eat and drink and feed it well every day. Their family would never mess with the rat again, and although Old Liu was unwilling, since the Rat Slayer Master had already given his instructions, he had no choice but to obey. Ever since he raised this big mouse, Old Liu's family had never seen any other rats. Over time, Old Liu got used to feeding this big mouse as a pet, and sometimes even tried to let it out for a while. It didn't run away, but treated Old Liu's family as its own, and lived quite comfortably. In the end, there was a street near Old Liu's house, it was a childless old lady. She was old and had lost her way when she went shopping, and when the neighborhood people saw that she never came back, they felt sorry for her, so they searched for her on their own. In the end, it took them more than a month to find her at a big garbage station, but other than being completely confused, the old lady was also extremely weak and had many poisonous sores all over her body, as well as maggots crawling out of her ears. The neighbors knew Old Liu was a doctor, so they brought him here first. The big guy washed the old lady's body and fed her some congee, then he waited for Old Liu to treat her. In the end, Old Liu found that his pet rat had somehow climbed onto the old lady's body and was licking the poison sores. Just as Old Liu wanted to chase it away, he saw that it had climbed down by itself and went out to the yard to eat a few herbs. Then, it shook its fat ass which had already been fed by Old Liu and ran over to the old lady, smearing saliva and bits of medicinal herbs on the poison sores. Old Liu's heart skipped a beat. He thought, "Can this rat cure the old lady's poison?" He went back to take a look at the herbs. He had taken care of her, not because he was in a hurry to treat her, but because he wanted to keep her in his house, so he didn't have to do anything else to help her heal her sore. Every day, the big mouse would try to treat her sore, and in less than a week, the old lady's sore would heal, and in half a month, it would be completely healed. After that, Old Liu started his experiment. He called a few trauma patients over and told them to get close to the rat. Every time, the mouse would go outside to pick some herbs to apply on the wound and the place where the disease occurred. After that, Old Liu relied on rats to treat everyone. First, those patients had indeed cured the disease, and secondly, he felt that it was too new for the mice to see the disease. Word of mouth had spread that Old Liu had a great reputation, and Old Liu had also gotten the nickname 'Mouse Liu', mentioning that there was a mouse Liu in the east side of the city, which was very famous among dermatologists. However, this guy was afraid of fame. He had no idea who was jealous of him. When Old Liu wasn't home, someone jumped over the wall and killed that big rat. Someone had even cut off its head and tied it to the door of Old Liu's house. Old Liu had been friends with the rat for a long time. When he saw the rat die, he was agitated. He cried and buried the mouse's head under the jujube tree in his yard.

While listening and pondering, Yao Ling suddenly said, "That's right, that's right. I remember now, there's this mouse Liu. One year, my neighbor's son was doing business in Myanmar and got bitten by some unknown insect. He came back to see a few big hospitals, but he still couldn't see any better. In the end, it was only to find a mouse, Liu Shouzhi. But by that time, his rat was already dead. Then why is it in your hands again? "

Wuji threw the alcohol gauze in his hand away and said while wiping his hands, "I didn't know about this before. Lao Shu emigrated to Canada a few years ago because our family was friends for generations. I even helped him purchase some medicine in the Northeast. Before he left, he invited me to a meal and then gave me this talisman. He said that I would often go to the mountains and forests, and that I would bring this with me to protect my safety. "There was a layer of wax like thing on the outside of the amulet, so I couldn't see the rat's head inside clearly. I must have broken the layer of wax inside the cave just now, that's why I saw this thing."

"So what you're saying is that the rats in the temple didn't hurt you because of this mouse skeleton, and they even helped you escape from the cave?"

"That's right. At that time, I thought that I was doomed this time. I risked my life to come down from Silver Mountain to meet up with Chen Sha and open up a path to chase after you. However, at that time, the outside world had already collapsed. As a result, the group of rats charged over like a tide, not waiting for us to fight back, and rushed into a narrow cave like they were moving house. Although we suffered a lot of superficial wounds, in the end, we were able to escape out of the mountain using the rat path, and those rats sent us all the way to the foot of the mountain before we scattered in all directions. It was also on the way back that I saw the rat head in the protective amulet, which made me understand this logic. "

His safe return was already an earth-shattering surprise for him, but at this moment, a terrifying thought had emerged in his mind. These mice really did look different from the masses, even though they had been training for a long time, from the various behaviors of the rats, it seemed that they truly possessed something similar to humans as Singh had said. If these changes were really caused by some divine tree or gem in Wenga City, then what would happen if these things landed in the hands of someone like Ye Sheng?