Outside the village is a large mushroom forest, at this moment, in the mushroom forest and the open space at the edge of the village, thousands of sacrificial rats have gathered, spread on the ground like a black blanket of meat, countless red eyes are flashing, and the breath of greed is blowing in the face.

The dragon spirit glanced ahead with a dull look, the water around the rats was impassable, and without the evil god in his body, he would definitely be dead when he walked in, and there would be no hair left to eat.

"Goo." He looked back at the mole ghost who was chasing closer and closer, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and then looked down at the equally frightened winged fire snake beside him, and said with a wry smile: "You guys go, find a room to hide, you should be able to survive." ”

He was about to give the order to the Winged Fire Serpent when he suddenly saw a man come out of the mushroom forest, and the rats under his feet gave way to the man.

The man walked to the middle of the rat group, beckoned to the dragon spirit, and shouted in a dry voice, "Let's go...... You, you...... You go. ”

He spoke like a rusty machine, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and his tongue was gone.

The dragon was suspicious, and when he looked closely, the man was also a big bald head, very tall, thin, and dirty.

"You're the one in the abyss!" Only then did the dragon spirit think of him and said loudly.

The man nodded, pressed one hand on his head, and saw the rats splitting a path, in front of the dragon spirit.

"Let's go, let's go!" The man beckoned and said anxiously.

"There's nowhere to go anyway!" The dragon spirit looked at the steaming rats, gritted his teeth, and broke in with the winged fire snake.

The sacrificial rat was eyeing at his feet, and the grinding of his teeth made a loud noise, but it didn't pounce, and the dragon spirit let out a sigh.

Walking quickly to the man, he saw him hunched over, gray-skinned, wrinkled, with only one or two teeth left in his mouth, and his eyes as big and bright as light bulbs, looking at the man with a sad face.

"Uh...... Thank you, Mr. Smith. Seeing that he looked like the Gollum of the Ring, the dragon spirit took it upon himself to call him by Gollum's original name.

"......" The big Gollum was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he looked at him with great interest, but it quickly dimmed, his expression was tired, he lowered his head, waved his hand, and said, "Go!" ”

Long Jing was not hypocritical, said thank you again, turned around and left.

He ran on the path of the mushroom forest, and before he had gone far, he heard the frightened and angry roar of the mole ghost: "Shivege, it's you!" ”

"It is me, your most devout believer." Gollum replied in an old, deep voice.

When the dragon spirit heard the conversation between the two, he almost fell to the ground, and he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart: "It's really called this name!" ”

He glanced back, only to see the mole ghost and Gollum facing each other through the mouse, the mole ghost wielding a giant axe-like front paws, and roaring, "You shameless and untrustworthy fraudster, hundreds of meters have passed, and you are still alive?" ”

"Three hundred years, my god."

"How can you, a mortal, live so long?"

Shi Weige stood quietly opposite the irritable giant mole cricket, and said in a calm tone: "Powerful mole god, don't you remember? Before you fell asleep, you cursed me to live until you woke up, so that you could tear me apart with your own hands and vent the anger in your heart. ”

"Oh?" The mole ghost looked confused, thought about it for a while, as if remembered, and said hatefully: "You cunning traitor, not only lured me into an eternal sleep, but also ruined the ritual of the believers to wake me up, and today you are coming to stop me again. ”

She suddenly screamed hysterically: "I regret it! I shouldn't have given you a long life, I should have killed you then! ”

Shi Vege shook his head and sighed, "My Divine Lord, everything I do is for your good. ”

"Liar, do you think I'll still believe your rhetoric?"

"My godlord, you are so cruel that you have angered many gods, and if I hadn't lulled you to sleep, I am afraid you would have been destroyed by the gods."

"I ......" The mole gritted his teeth with hatred for him, looked at the dragon spirit who was fleeing farther and farther away, and tried to suppress his resentment: "You get out of the way first, I'm going to kill that human." ”

"Alas, after so many years of sleep, your temperament still hasn't changed at all." Shi McGonagall sighed, but had no intention of giving way.

The mole ghost began to emit black gas, and looked at the rats and said sadly, "Is this what you rely on?" ”

"My god lord, they are called sacrificial rats, and they are weak creatures created by the influence of the divine power and sacrificial flesh and blood that you leaked out during the last blood sacrifice."

"Over the years, it has been me who has tended to them and used them to protect your altar. These sacrificial rats are my servants and yours. ”

"Oh?" The mole ghost's eyes rolled, as if thinking about something, and the giant worm's stomach began to move together.

"Divine Lord, the sacrificial rat is controlled by me with the king worm and servant worm that have been bred hundreds of times, and the influence of your bloodline on them is very weak, not as strong as the king worm in my brain."

"Moreover, I feel that your divine power has lost a lot, and your current power cannot control the Sacrifice Eater."

The mole ghost's face was ugly, and he stopped the movement of the worm's belly and shouted, "Why did you save that human?" ”

Listen to Shi McGonagall and say earnestly: "In the years that you have been asleep, the world has changed a lot, and it is too dangerous for you. ”

"Divine Lord, it's a good thing to lose divine power, you better go back and continue to sleep, don't go out and die!"

"Whew!" Already out of his rage, the mole roared wildly, rushed into the mouse, and with a wave of his forelimbs, slashed at Stone Mailgogall.

"Alas!" Shi McGonagall sighed wryly and stepped back.

He pressed his hand on his head, and the bloodthirsty sacrificial rats poured up like a flood that burst the levees, and in an instant, they were crawling all over the ghost.

At this time, the dragon spirit had already run to the mouth of the cave where it came, the poison of the servant insect had disappeared, and the body had regained its strength.

Hearing the roar of the mole ghost like thunder, he stood on a high place and looked down. I saw a huge mole cricket with a sacrificial rat hanging all over its body, waving its forelimbs to sweep the rats in front of it, and struggling to move forward among the rats.

The rats went forward one after another, and they were not afraid of death to pounce on it, and the mole crickets became more and more difficult to move, relying on the hard top of the carapace, still chasing after it paranoidly.

The dragon spirits were frightened by the madness of the sacrificial rats, and even the gods were no match for them.

"Isn't this guy still giving up?" He took one last look at the mole and turned to enter the cave.

The appearance of the cave has changed dramatically, and the originally beautiful galaxy has all melted, dripping and dripping.

The fluorescent mushrooms underneath have been corroded black by the water, and only a small part is glowing, and the hole is dimly lit.

He knew that the water was corrosive and contained deadly insect eggs, but at this time, he really couldn't care about it, and the mole ghost chased after him, and he could only wait for death if he stayed here.

The dragon spirit looked around, wrapped the winged fire snake around his neck, pulled out a mushroom the size of an umbrella from the ground, and hugged it tightly.

"Ahh He mustered up his courage, shouted, and rushed into the acid with the speed of a 100-meter sprint.