The scene in front of him made Zhao Zheng's scalp tingle instantly, and the hand that was originally holding the copper shovel couldn't help but clench.

"......"

Zhao Zheng's face turned pale at this time, and the hand holding the bronze shovel began to tremble slightly. The shovel gently flicked the crushed clods in the pit, and then a rapid "squeak" sound came from the pit. Immediately after, I saw the gray and black rat that had always been comparable to a cat boy pacing around in the pit with half of the broken bones, as if he was looking for a comfortable dining environment for himself. After a few turns in the pit, the rat finally stopped in a place not far from Zhao Zheng, and then a series of extremely enjoyable "squeaks" came to his ears.

"I'm cao!"

Zhao Zheng frowned extremely tiredly, and the shovel in his hand slowly approached. I don't know if it was because the mouse didn't notice the existence of Zhao Zheng, or because he was enjoying a big meal and didn't have time to pay attention to it, when the bronze shovel was suspended on the mouse's head, the mouse still didn't move.

"Damn! Dare to ignore the master, so arrogant! ”

Zhao Zheng knew that although the rat was short-sighted, its sense of smell was indeed extremely sensitive. Now the shovels are hanging above their heads, but they are indifferent, as if they don't take Zhao Zheng in their eyes.

Seeing that he was ignored by the rats, Zhao Zheng was so angry that he directly rounded the shovel and slapped it straight.

"Smack!"

only heard a crisp sound, and the originally round rat was directly slapped into a meatloaf by Zhao Zheng. Blood mixed with the minced flesh of rats and the scraps of corpses that could no longer distinguish whether it was dirt or rotten flesh splattered towards Zhao Zheng, and suddenly an indescribable strange fishy smell suddenly hit his face.

“cao！”

Zhao Zheng subconsciously dodged, but was still splashed. Thinking of the carrion of dead people and the broken corpses of rats that he was all over at this time, Zhao Zheng's stomach began to turn over again.

"Damn, that's fucking disgusting!"

Zhao Zheng retched while tugging with his hands. However, just as Zhao Zheng tried to pat off a mouse's foot on his left shoulder, which was still twitching slightly, in front of him, seven or eight bloody rats the same size were staring at him.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly! Among them, the rats, which have always been relatively large, hissed at Zhao Zheng with fierce lights and cracked teeth, followed by the rest of the rats with a disgusting rotten smell towards Zhao Zheng! Fortunately, Zhao Zheng reacted quickly enough, and took advantage of the faint candlelight to jump onto the earthen kang with a vertical leap.

I don't know if it's because this group of rats is too fat, or because the kang is built relatively high, these seven or eight rats actually hit the kang one after another.

"Whew...... I'm going to ......."

Looking at the crooked, squeaky, round and smelly gray and black rats on the ground, Zhao Zheng wiped the cold sweat that broke out on his face at some point.

At this time, it was pouring rain outside, and from time to time there would be a gust of wind inside. Fortunately, at this time, the candle flame is extremely tough, allowing the east, west, north and south winds in the house, such as the bean candlelight is "standing".

Zhao Zheng took the bronze shovel back in his hand, and didn't care about the minced meat stuck to the shovel, and directly smashed it into the rat swarm with another shovel.

Maybe it was because he was knocked unconscious by the soil kang, or maybe he couldn't move because he was too fat, Zhao Zheng went down with a shovel and directly sent the three mice twisted together to the west sky.

Zhao Zheng seemed to be addicted to this shovel, and the nausea that was originally held in his heart suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by an unprecedented pleasure.

"Damn, isn't it just a few rats who eat the second senior brother? Lao Tzu is just practicing his hands, I really haven't played a whack-a-mole for many years......"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng was already interested, and he no longer cared whether these rats had eaten dead human flesh or not, but just smashed the shovel towards the cat-sized mouse.

"One, two, three, four......"

Every time it was smashed, accompanied by a "squeak" scream, there was a dead mouse on the ground with a disemboweled, brain-bursting mouse. A few seconds later, by the side of the corpse pit and under the earthen kang, seven or eight dead rats that had become unlooked were lying horizontally.

Zhao Zheng, who was covered in blood, didn't seem to have enough fun, piling up seven or eight dead mice as big as cats, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but snort: "Damn, how hungry do you have to make the rat crazy, and he doesn't even let go of a special dead corpse!" ”

Zhao Zheng shook his head very embarrassed, at this time he suddenly felt that the two brothers in the pit, the big dog, the second dog, died very pitifully, and the death was very tragic.

Naturally, it was pouring rain outside, but Zhao Zheng knew that he might not have enough time to dispose of the corpse. Kicking the dead rat aside, Zhao Zheng began to dig further.

However, even though Zhao Zheng had already been mentally prepared for the corpse, when he completely dug up the bodies of the two brothers, Zhao Zheng finally couldn't help but vomit "wow" again.

Poor Zhao Zheng also ate a delicious meal of pure natural grass carp sashimi during the day, but before half of the night, he vomited it in vain.

"...... Vomit...... ...... vomit"

Where does Zhao Zheng still have the mood and energy to pity the grass carp sashimi in his stomach at this time, at this time, he is really dead because of violent vomiting.

There was another burst of wild vomiting, and when Zhao Zheng was weak and trembling again, he didn't even have the courage to take another look at the corpse pit.

At this time, in the corpse pit, a complete organ and bone could not be found for a long time, and the few rotten meat sauce left was mixed with the bone residue gnawed by the rats, casting a very special body for the two fragmented skulls of the big dog and the second dog.

", this ...... How does Lao Tzu collect their corpses? Is it necessary to transport them out like a big dung? ”

If it was really a basket of dung, Zhao Zheng would have picked it up and left without saying a word, but now when he thought of it being a basket of highly rotten human corpse meat sauce, Zhao Zheng had the heart to die in an instant.

"Damn, why do you want to bury these two bastards at home......" Zhao Zheng cried out bitterly and regretted at this time.

However, everything became a certainty, and in order not to expose his actions, Zhao Zheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat the bitter fruit. Enduring the violent churning in his stomach, Zhao Zheng held his breath and frowned, shoveling the meat puree in the pit into the willow basket. Fortunately, there were not many corpses left of the two of them, and the seven or eight big mice on the side just saved up a large basket.

Zhao Zheng looked at the willow basket that exuded a violent stench and was helpless for a while, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't overcome the strong feeling of vomiting in his heart, so he had to stare at it dryly. However, before he could see three seconds, a series of vomiting sounds came from the thatched house......