People who saw this scene felt that this big rat that was still immortal when it smashed on the ground at close to the "speed of sound" was too awesome and too strong, and it was one of Tang Daxian's "family members".

Surprisingly, the rat not only survived, but was also extremely active, and since then it has often been seen dragging its intestines around, and its offspring are the same as it, dragging its intestines around.

It is said that a few decades ago, there were traces of this creature scurrying around on the border of Hunan and Jiangxi, and the old people often said that every three years, their "intestines" hanging outside would be replaced, and after changing the intestines, this thing would start over like a phoenix in Nirvana.

Hehe, I was thinking at the time, if I want to explore the miracle of life, then this thing is definitely a demonic existence worth seeing.

Of course, this is not the point, the point is that on the information that Jin Jiuye showed me, there was a foreign newspaper that reported a photo of a beaver running around with such a mouse in his mouth.

To be honest, my English is very scummy, and I basically haven't touched it again after passing the sixth grade, and I didn't know what the content of the newspaper was at that time, so I just treated it as a dirty but fat big mouse.

According to the above statement, they studied this ancient and mysterious creature as the result of a genetic mutation, and speculated from the opinions of some experts cited above that the foreigners preferred to believe that the beaver was "a strange-looking 'combination of an ocelot and a rabbit' that feeds on rats and looks strange and can float in the air".

Regardless of where their information came from, and whether their research is reliable or not, on the surface, the relationship between the Tang Rat and the beaver is indeed unusual, and presumably, this strange-looking rat is very likely to be a rare delicacy in the beaver eyes.

Thinking of this, I was a little excited, at this time we were worried about what bait to use to catch the beaver, but I didn't think that we suddenly encountered such a good thing delivered to the door.

Looking at his thief's eyebrows, he seems to be very smart, and then looking at his arrogance that he doesn't leave when he meets anyone, he feels that he overestimates it. This is the same as the legendary Qianzhi donkey, who has no ability and can scream, in this valley where they have not seen a person for many years, they don't know how dangerous it is for a living person to walk on two legs.

No matter how much it is, catch it first.

Thinking of this, I looked around, and there was a fist-sized stone not far away, and I tiptoed over to pick it up while it wasn't looking.

Some people will ask, why don't you grab it with your hands? I sue you because I was afraid of being bitten by it, when I was a child, I dug a mouse hole, and I was bitten by a mouse, and I was given various vaccines for several days, and since then I have hardly dared to scratch similar things with my hands.

At this time, some people will ask, since you don't dare to grasp it with your hands, then why don't you use your ruler? Haven't you always bragged about how well you used your ruler, could it be that hard to shoot a rat the size of a rabbit with a flying knife?

This problem is a little complicated, it is no exaggeration to say that at that time, I was already quite good at controlling the ruler, and I dare not say that I can cross the yang in a hundred steps, and I can do it within ten meters. Technique is one thing, more important is the tacit understanding of one person and one foot, the ruler is barely an artifact, and its best thing is that it can continue to commune with its own host.

In other words, it actually has a soul, and this part of the soul has been stored as a part of the host's body, and as the time spent together continues to lengthen, this feeling of having a soul is becoming more and more obvious, which is also an important reason why it was clumsy at the beginning, but now it can call out the ruler in his hand anytime and anywhere.

The power of the Stygian is more than that, because such an advantage is not universal, and only the host that is suitable for it can appreciate the benefits of this artifact. In contrast, another feature of the ruler is much more practical, in the four blood grooves of my ruler called the Measuring Ruler, there is a very strange and strange symbol engraved. The Ninth Master said, this is a kind of thing similar to sealing, the last time, I flew out with a knife and pierced the water monkey in the air and disappeared out of thin air, and it was the result of using this thing at that time.

I also distinctly remember that after killing the water monkey, many red runes did flash from the blade of the Stygian.

The Ninth Master couldn't control it well, but he often brought this thing with him, in order to use the sealing characteristics of this thing to solve some tricky situations. And this characteristic of the ruler only has an effect on the filthy things, like the water monkeys who were turned into resentment last time, the cactus that loves to play with women when they have nothing to do, and the bloody mole with a mole on the door of the head are all within the sealing range of the ruler.

If the attribute of the object encountered is "positive", then the effect of the ruler is similar to that of a knife, but with the sharp edge that can be used to shave, I have no doubt about its actual combat power.

Okay, now the question arises, why don't I shoot that Tang rat with the ruler in my hand? Because, I'm afraid that this thing is also a monster like a water monkey, and I'm even more afraid that I will accidentally seal this good thing sent to my door so in vain, you know, the seal of the ruler can't be opened, and the things that are swallowed by it can't be released at all

Walking over with the fast stone, I tried not to make a sound, at this time the fat tang rat was still eating happily in the instant noodle box, and when I got closer, I hesitated, I was hesitating where the stone should be shot. Pat the head, eighty percent will be killed, pat the body, maybe let this thing run away, rather than this, I might as well use clothes or something to cover it, so I can catch it alive.

Yes, that makes sense.

Thinking of this, I put down the stone and lifted the corner of my coat to take off the black sweatshirt I was wearing on my body, but it was not convenient to take off the hooded clothes, and by the time I took it off, the big mouse had already pulled its head out of the instant noodle box.

It was holding the box and looking up at me, the thief's round little black eyes blinking and blinking, indescribably strange.

My heart was half chilled by the sight of this, and from past experience, it was difficult for me to catch it with such a skill when I was discovered by it.