Four died, and three more, Zhang Ziyu flashed and kicked again, and they all avoided it.

But......

There are five more behind him!

He dodged two, the other three, one climbed up his feet, and two jumped on top of him.

Zhang Ziyu pulled out his sword from the floor, held the sword in his left hand, grabbed it with his right hand, grabbed a mouse, and slammed it on the ground.

"Boom!"

The rat was splattered to death with blood.

However, the other one had already come to his left shoulder, opened his mouth, and bit down.

"Humph!"

The bite force of this mouse was very strong, and the bite was very painful, Zhang Ziyu couldn't help but scream, and grabbed the mouse on his shoulder with his right hand, and smashed it again!

After solving the two mice, Zhang Ziyu did not stop, because another one had already climbed to his thigh, only a few inches away from his life.

He turned his sword back with his left hand and stabbed it into the crotch!

However, there was a pain in the shoulder, a soreness in the wrist, and a sudden loss of strength in the left hand; In addition, the rat suddenly swooped upward, and the target was not his lifeline, but the throat.

The sword was stabbed in the thigh.

Fortunately, the hand was weak, and the sword did not pierce too deeply, only a cut. The sword fell to the ground with a clang.

But whether the thorn was pierced or not, he couldn't care about it.

Because the mouse was already on its chest, it opened its mouth wide and targeted it was his Adam's apple.

He threw his right hand into a fist and slammed it into himself, but the mouse suddenly retracted, reflexively scurried, ran under his armpit, and reached his back.

The punch slammed into his chest.

The "bang" was loud.

He didn't care, he dragged his clothes with his left backhand, and with a force, "Wow! The clothes were torn apart, and with a hard pull, the rat was finally thrown away.

But he still didn't have a chance to stop, because the five rats that he had avoided just now came again.

He picked up his sword in his right hand, killed one, and ran forward again, running to the wall, leaning his back against the wall, before finally stopping.

Zhang Ziyu looked at the five mice that rushed over at the end, and then turned his gaze to Zhou Qiang.

The shovel is much better than the sword, and Zhou Qiang has already killed all the mice in front of him and walked over to him.

"Are you finally going to make a move?"

Although he was injured, tired and embarrassed, Zhang Ziyu had a hint of joy in his heart.

He looked at Zhou Qiang, secretly gathering his energy, preparing to stimulate the sword qi in his eyebrows.

Zhou Qiang approached and raised his shovel......

“pang!”

The shovel smashed down, killing a rat and splattering blood!

Zhou Qiang frowned and said in disgust: "It turned out to be a mouse!" ”

"Don't do this?" Zhang Ziyu was stunned.

"There are four left!" Zhou Qiang said.

Zhang Ziyu nodded, raised his sword, and said, "Two for one person?" ”

Zhou Qiang responded: "Good ......"

But he didn't say anything......

"Squeak!!

Another rat screamed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

A loud noise came from the ceiling.

"And one more!" Zhang Ziyu exclaimed.

No wonder you don't make a move, it turns out that there is a backhand!

He looked at Zhou Qiang, but saw that Zhou Qiang was also stunned.

"Bang!"

The ceiling shattered, and among the debris, a large black rat fell from it.

"Boom!"

It landed on the ground with a solid sound.

Zhang Ziyu raised his sword to defend himself and looked intently, but saw that this mouse was even bigger than the first one, a whole circle bigger. It's already comparable to a smaller dog.

Maybe it was just a female rat at first, and it was only a male.

Zhang Ziyu remained silent, ready to summon the sword qi in his eyebrows at any time.

But when the mouse landed, it didn't rush towards him, but jumped violently and pounced on Zhou Qiang.

In the previous battle, Zhou Qiang was not injured, and he added experience in fighting mice, and he was not afraid when he saw this, holding a shovel in both hands, "pang" was a sound, and the shovel hit the rat head-on.

The huge force of the rat hit Zhou Qiang and fell to the ground with a shovel.

But after eating a shovel in the front, the mouse was not comfortable, and fell to the ground, and his head was dizzy and did not come back to his senses.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ziyu raised three points of vigilance, held a sword in his right hand, jumped forward, and stabbed the mouse in the chest and abdomen with a sword.

"Squeak!"

The rat screamed in pain, turned around and ran.

But instead of going anywhere else, it smashed through the kitchen door and ran into the kitchen.

"Want to escape?!"

Zhou Qiang got up from the ground and chased after him with a shovel.

Zhang Ziyu was aware of an accident, carried a sword, and limped into the kitchen.

When he arrived at the kitchen door, he saw the rat burrowing under the vegetable sink, and Zhou Qiang was still a few steps away from the vegetable sink, and seeing that the rat was about to get in, he didn't have time to think about it, raised his hand with a sword, and threw the sword as a flying knife.

"Do!"

The sword was right, nailed down from the back of the rat, into the quartz floor half an inch, and nailed it to the floor.

Zhou Qiang stopped and praised: "The leader is good at swordsmanship!" ”

“……”

Good swordsmanship?

Zhang Ziyu looked down at his thigh, the sword wound on his thigh was stabbed by himself.

"It finally runs this way, and there may be a cat under the sink." Zhou Qiang said.

Before Zhang Ziyu could say anything, Zhou Qiang stepped forward, drew his sword, dragged the half-dead mouse out, and plunged a sword into his head, ending its life.

"What a fast sword!" He praised.

Squatted down again, opened the curtain under the vegetable sink, and disassembled the water pipe connection.

As soon as he unconnected the connection, a strange fragrance erupted from inside.

"There's something down there!" He shouted.

I continued to drill in to check, but when I pressed my hand on the floor, the floor suddenly sank, and my head touched the vegetable sink, making a crisp "bump" sound.

Zhang Ziyu limped over, walked to the edge of the vegetable washing sink, put his left hand on the hilt of the sword, grabbed Zhou Qiang's back collar with his right hand, and pulled it.

Zhou Qiang sat back on the ground, let go of his gaze, and Zhang Ziyu looked under the floor:

The floor has been hollowed out by rats, and the place that was originally left as a buffer pool has been used as a nest, and clothes and weeds are piled up.

Inside, there are more than a dozen rat cubs with meat. Although the hair has not grown, it is already the size of a fist.

And next to the rat cub, there is a broken jar, just like the wine jar often seen in costume dramas, used to hold wine.

But it was clearly not wine.

"What's that?" He pointed to the wine jar and asked Zhou Qiang.

"Huh?" Zhou Qiang stretched out his hand to take out the jar, and looked at it through the light, it was Huang Chengcheng, flowing like vegetable oil, he frowned and said, "It's sesame oil." ”

"Sesame oil?"

The family runs a restaurant, and Zhang Ziyu is no stranger to sesame oil, but the things in this jar are crystal clear in texture, not that kind of oily feeling; It's a strange fragrance, not the kind of fragrance of sesame oil. At first glance, it's hard to tell that it's sesame oil.

"Yes!" Zhou Qiang confirmed, "This is the sesame oil that my wife brought back after going to Jinyun Temple that time!" ”

"The sesame oil brought back from Jinyun Temple?"

"It seems that ......" Zhou Qiang understood, "the rat infestation at home is caused by this sesame oil." The sesame oil given by the Bodhisattva was eaten by the rats. So it's fine. ”

Zhang Ziyu was silent, only looking at Zhou Qiang.

"This sesame oil must be some kind of treasure!" Zhou Qiang said with a smile, "Maybe it will be beneficial to a cultivator like the leader." is not only the monster caught by the leader, but also the sesame oil discovered by the leader, then this is the trophy of the leader. ”

He handed the jar to Zhang Ziyu and "handed it over to the leader." ”