Cultivate enough spirit to face tomorrow's meeting with his sister Fang Yunli and brother Fang Dazhuang.

Before he could change his clothes, he fell asleep as soon as he got into bed.

The moon moved in the night sky, and when he was in a daze, a squeaking and the sound of tearing wood changed from small to loud in his ears, forcibly driving away Fang Xiaobei's sleepiness.

"Rats? Gotta buy some rat poison tomorrow. ”

Thinking so, Fang Xiaobei didn't open his eyes, but turned over, intending to continue sleeping.

But the rats were biting louder and louder, and the sound of gnawing wood was getting louder and louder, as if they were about to collapse the bed.

In the dead of night, coupled with Fang Xiaobei's extraordinary perception, these sounds were torture, making him toss and turn, unable to fall asleep again.

"Why so many rats!"

Inexplicable irritability welled up in my heart.

At this time, the spiritual body composed of emperor-level spiritual power shook slightly, and the irritability suddenly dissipated, and Fang Xiaobei was most awake.

He climbed out of bed and turned on the light.

The sound of rats biting continued, but there were rats in the room.

Squeak squeak, squeak squeak...... Woowoowoo...... Woowoowoo......

Fang Xiaobei, who was awake for most of the time, suddenly realized that where he woke up was a mouse, but a burst of crying from nowhere.

Woo woo woo ......

When he listened attentively.

In the quiet and deserted night, there is no longer the neighing of rats, which is completely gloomy and full of sad crying.

Fang Xiaobei, who had experienced the "mysterious" case, immediately became vigilant, the aura in his body began to operate, his heart was beating rapidly, and his hearing was suddenly much more sensitive, even the sound of the wind blowing through the windows and doors could be heard.

The crying sound seems to be illusory and real, if there is nothing.

Fang Xiaobei lightly lifted the straight sword suitcase.

At this time, he was very glad that he still carried the straight sword suitcase and cloak to the room when his eyebrows were in extreme pain.

Fang Xiaobei listened carefully and found that the source of the sound was outside the door.

I was about to open the door when I touched the handle and paused.

He gently lowered the suitcase of the straight sword, put the cloak on, and lifted the suitcase again.

After completing these actions, Fang Xiaobei slowly twisted the handle and opened the door. At the same time, his whole body tensed, and he was ready to open the door and fight.

The door opened, but the attack did not come.

The crying continued.

Fang Xiaobei cautiously followed the sound and slowly approached the sound source. While moving his steps, he did not forget to be vigilant, observing the inside of the house to prevent anything from hiding in the corner of the house.

Step by step, he came to the door and opened it a crack.

Outside the door, the night was dark, the cold wind was blowing, and the street lamps were quiet.

There was no abnormality in the front and back, left and right, up and down.

The cold wind was blowing, and the crying was almost inaudible.

Fang Xiaobei's gaze was locked on the sewer manhole cover in the middle of the road, and the source of his crying seemed to be there.