These rats are not afraid of the light, and even crave it in the dark, and also possess rather elaborate triumphal rituals.

In addition, Chu Ge also found traces of oil paint on the bodies of many mice.

This shows that their degree of "civilization" is higher than Chu Ge's estimate.

The size of the whole flock is about three or four hundred, and judging from the uniform triumphal dance, they have a certain social and organizational character, but independent dwellings and class symbols that divide each other have not yet been born, and they are still a "primitive tribe" living in groups.

Chu Ge was pondering, and there was a commotion in the depths of the rat colony, and an extraordinarily fat rat walked out solemnly with a round belly.

This mouse, with a shuttlecock tied to its head, and colorful feathers scattered from all sides, like a proud crown, adding a bit of power.

The already fat and strong body is also covered with a colorful plastic packaging bag, and with double-sided tape, a tuft of feathers plucked from the shuttlecock is glued.

The most strange thing is that on top of its fat head and big ears, there is also a mask made of the bones of many small beasts, at first glance, it looks like a demon with teeth and claws, but when you look closely, it is a cat face.

A rat king with a cat-face mask?

Chu Ge was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The temperament of the rat is already obscene enough, and this rat who pretends to be a ghost actually exudes a bit of the smell of a charlatan.

Well, this is about the "priests" of the rat tribe, at least, the rudiments of the priesthood.

Seeing it appear, all the beasts in the hunting procession, including the huge red-haired ferocious mouse, all lay down in order, recovered their limbs and crawled, and crawled towards the priest.

Only then did Chu Ge realize that the priest was holding an oil paint pen in his hand that children used to learn to paint.

Each ferocious rat respectfully puts the loot it hunts by its side.

And it uses an oil paint pen to draw a circle in the center of the forehead of each "rat hunter".

Depending on the amount of loot, the circles are large or small, and if a rat offers a double share of the loot, it will also put a small circle in the big circle.

The ferocious rat that got the circle stood up again, holding its head high, and looked overjoyed.

The fierce rats around him also screamed very cooperatively, as if they were envious, jealous and hateful.

It's about some kind of medal, a tribute to the bravery of the hunting party, and a human medal ceremony.

Finally, it is the turn of the red-haired ferocious rat to offer the honey badger's skull.

The priest looked at it for a long time, but instead of drawing a circle on its head, he turned back, grabbed a long, thin stick, and solemnly handed it to it.

Chu Ge saw that this was a ...... Candles for birthday cakes.

"Click!"

In the priest's hand, a cheapest disposable lighter appeared like a trick.

But looking at the expressions of it and other fierce rats, it is like a priceless treasure, even a treasure given by gods and demons.

The priest's face was full of sacredness, and he carefully pressed the lighter, and a small flame suddenly burst out.

"Ah......h

Hundreds of ferocious rats let out emotional cries together, staring at the flames in mesmerization.

This kind of scene made Chu Ge even more surprised - he knew that rats were not necessarily afraid of the light, and it was not uncommon for rats to swagger through the market in broad daylight.

But rats that aren't afraid of flames, or any beast, are, well, rare.

The priest helps the red-haired ferocious rat light the birthday candle.

The beastly instinct of the red-haired ferocious rat made it fear the flames, but the pride of its wisdom made it cling to the birthday candle with a nervous and greedy expression, and its tail was constantly wagging and "snapping".

The priest turned off the lighter and nodded to the red-haired motrel, who held the birthday candle aloft, letting the faint flame reflect all the loot.

Then, waving its birthday candles, it circles around the "City of Rats".

The scene that is both serious and funny, or rather, funny because of its seriousness, reminds Chu Ge of the Olympic Games before the Age of Calamity, the torch relay ceremony.

However, the attitude of these ferocious rats towards the "torch" is much more devout and fanatical than that of the Olympic spectators.

Chu Ge saw that they all pounced on the red-haired ferocious rat holding the birthday candle aloft, scrambling to their tails and stretch the tip of their tails into the flames.

"Squeak!"

The flames stinged, and they quickly pulled out the tips of their tails, looking "painful and happy".

It's like the sting of their tails burned by the flames symbolizes that they are also fighting side by side with the hunting party, sharing the pain, and having honor, and getting the blessing and strength of "warriors" like the red-haired ferocious mouse.

And on the edge of the flames, Chu Ge also unexpectedly found that on the ruins and broken walls around him, there were many strange pictures painted with oil paint.

It certainly wasn't the graffiti that preceded the apocalyptic earthquake.

Because the ink is very fresh and clear, and the brushstrokes are too rough and even childish, Chu Ge reminds him of the murals of primitive people that he once saw on the Internet and found in a cave somewhere in Europe.

Sure enough—

After a week of circling the field, the red-haired ferocious rat returned to the middle of the clearing.

It has a few particularly clever rats under its command, wielding the bones of the honey badger and painting them to the people, no, it is the rats who tell how they "defeated the strong with the weak" and defeated the honey badger.

During the whole process, the red-haired ferocious rat kept holding the birthday candle alof, and the candle oil inevitably dripped onto its body.

But it regarded the hot pain as another form of glory, and looked at the fierce rats around it with pride, and was frightened into screaming by the vivid performance of its subordinates.

The hunters' story is over.

The priest screamed again and curled up his oil pen with his tail.

The red-haired rat lit it himself, and all the rats gathered around the priest to find a relatively flat and spacious wall.

The priest flicked his tail, smeared, and soon with a few brushstrokes, painted a mural of "Rat Warriors vs. Honey Badgers".

It's just that it didn't see the honey badger when it was alive, and the way it was drawn was not like a honey badger, but like a black cat with a hideous expression.

Well, a mouse that can draw.

No wonder other rats are so respectful to it, if something like this happens on the ground, many fools and fools in the market will probably have to worship it as a great immortal!

The priest meticulously sketched the last stroke of the mural, and the candle in the hand of the red-haired ferocious rat burned out.

Hundreds of rats surrounded the mural, dancing and falling into a frenzy.

The priest ordered a few little mice to "squeeze" and drag a clay-born idol out of the darkness.

Chu Ge looked at it fixedly, and it turned out to be a beckoning cat.

This golden beckoning cat seems to be the guardian of the rat tribe, and even the priests have to lie down and kiss its toes to thank it for protecting the triumph of the hunting party.

Then, in the presence of the beckoning cat, the priest prepared to distribute the spoils brought back by the hunting party.

Of course, the most important thing to do before distributing is to offer the beckoning cats their carefully prepared offerings.

I saw that the priest carefully selected the fattest pieces of meat and internal organs brought back from the hunting party, and placed them respectfully at the feet of the beckoning cat, together with two broken bones with delicate structures that looked like natural works of art.

At this time, the red-haired fierce rat stepped forward and muttered a few words to the priest, and the eyes of the two rats shot at Chu Ge at the same time.

The priest flicked his tail, and the two fierce rats carried Chu Ge, and also carried him to the beckoning cat.

"Wait, hey, hey—"

Chu Ge had a bad premonition.

The priest came up and looked at Chu Ge curiously, the shuttlecock feathers on his head tickled Chu Ge's nose and wanted to sneeze.

"Actually, what, I also have wisdom, I have become a spirit, everyone is a monster, is it okay to give face?"

Chu Ge wanted to say this to the priest.

But in the thin and long throat, there can only be a "squeak" scream.

It is a "language" a hundred times more advanced than the rat tribe, full of subtle pauses, twists, and overlaps, and only a trained soul shifter can discern the wealth of information contained within.

To the ears of the priests, it was nothing more than a meaningless noise.

"Gurgling, gurgling!"

It sniffed on Chu Ge for a long time, and suddenly looked like a "ghost", accompanied by a spasm, pointing at Chu Ge and screaming.

Immediately, three more fierce rats stepped forward, plus the two in front of them, firmly grabbed Chu Ge's limbs and head, and pulled them out forcefully, pulling them into a "big" character, as if the five horses were in a state of splitting their bodies.