Wutong Mountain is always shrouded in miasma and gloomy, even in broad daylight, it still looks like a ghost.
The swordsman led a group of rat men back to the Wutong Temple. They walked through the small door, and no one greeted them at all. A feeling of horror arose in their hearts, making all the black hair on their bodies stand up.
Xu Dao immediately realized that this was a Taoist priest who was scanning the rat people with his spiritual consciousness, inspecting the inside and outside. He immediately held his breath and concentrated, trying his best to gather his energy. His heart seemed to be in his throat, and he was quite nervous.
Fortunately, the strange sense of ant movement only appeared on the Swordsman Ratman for a moment, and then disappeared without staying too much.
This made Xu Dao, who was hiding in the cuttlefish sword, breathe a sigh of relief.
The swordsman Rat Man who was protecting him outside was also very relieved, and his back was covered with sweat. Before the swordsman could breathe for a long time, a gloomy voice asked: "Why did you come back privately?"
The scene was buzzing with chatter, and the rat men began to explain to me one by one, gesticulating with their hands and feet, but because what they said was not human, no one could understand it at all.
Suddenly there was a thunderous sound: "Noisy!"
A pitch-black ghost claw slowly stretched out from the main room where the statue of the god was located. The black energy rolled and moved above the heads of the five rat-men, choosing the most noisy rat-man outside the main room.
"You are the one."
Whoosh, the ghost claw suddenly turned into a black smoke, rushed towards the rat man, and wrapped it up. Immediately, there was a scream: "Chi Chi, ah ah!"
First there were the screams of mice, and then someone's cry for help came out in the black smoke: "Spare my life, Taoist priest, spare your life!"
During the black gas, the rat man was seen rolling around inside. All his clothes and rat hair were corroded by the black gas, transforming into a naked man.
The man looked horrified, but when he heard the words coming out of his mouth, he quickly covered his face and shouted in surprise: "I'm back! Hahaha! I'm back to a human!"
Xu Dao peeped at this scene and reacted.
"These rat-men were indeed transformed from living people by the Taoist priests' magic, but they were not purely a deception. The rat hairs did grow from their skin."
Xu Dao was surprised for a moment and thought to himself: "It's so weird, as if it's natural. Is this a spell for the foundation-building realm?"
The rat-man chosen by the Taoist priest transformed back into his human form, and all the other rat-men around him, including the swordsman, cast envious glances.
Suddenly, the rat man who had returned to his human form was caught by the black energy again and dragged into the main room where the Taoist priests were.
A burst of rustling and talking sounded in the hall, it was the Taoist priests questioning the man.
But before long, the voices of the discussion were low, and a scream sounded out, "Ah!"
Then there was a squeaking, squeaking, squeaking sound, as someone was tearing and chewing.
When this sound came out, the swordsman and other rat men all looked at the dark hall in horror. They stared at the three shadowy statues, their bodies shaking like chaff.
The sound of chewing continued, and the Taoist priests no longer covered up their conversations.
"What did I think it was? It turns out that those two tough guys were too happy to miss the temple."
"Jie Jie, it seems that the demon envoy has served them both well, making even this Taoist envy them."
"Let it go, let it go!"......ยท
The cold conversation lasted for a moment, and things kept flying out of the main room and falling to the ground.
The swordsman and other rat men looked up and saw that what was thrown out were pale white bones, with blood-red meat strands attached to them, and fascia that had not been picked out cleanly.
Before they could recover, another white object was thrown from the main room, round and rolled to the ground.
It was a skull that had been licked clean. The skull had been lifted open and it was empty inside.
The ratmen all took a few steps back in fear, but they did not dare to run away, and could only tremble even more.
Even when Xu Dao peeked at this scene, he felt a little bit frightened in his heart.
When he was a guest in Wutong Temple, the Shezhao Taoist priests devoured blood food and even tried to hide it by turning into humans and animals. However, in front of these rat men, they had no scruples and were very wanton.
Remembering this scene secretly, Xu Dao continued to hide in the cuttlefish sword and did not act rashly.
The last piece of skull was thrown out, and the Taoist priests heard a voice:
"Clean up and leave."
The rustling in the hall suddenly stopped, and it immediately returned to a state of silence. The three statues stood quietly, as if they had never moved.
Squeak, squeak, squeak! The rat people agreed indiscriminately, hurriedly lying on the ground, picking up the bones and skulls on the ground with their hands, and holding them in their arms.
After picking them up, they all ran anxiously to the backyard of Wutong Temple, fearing that if they were delayed even a moment, they would turn into scattered bones on the ground.
As the rat people rushed into the backyard, before Xu Dao could prepare, thick resentment and bloody smell appeared in his perception, and his "sight" was black and red.
Xu Dao looked out in astonishment.
I saw several large fences in the backyard of Wutong Temple, and they were crowded with chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and they were densely packed.
There are hooks on the wall, and one after another fat, human-sized fish and shrimps are hanging on the hooks. The fish's lips have been pierced, and they are hanging on the hooks. Their bodies are still twitching. They are all live fish.
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Candles as thick as a human leg were burning in the hallway in the backyard, emitting clusters of pale white light.
Ratmen lined up under the candlelight, taking care of the livestock in the backyard with familiarity.
Some were feeding and watering, some were plucking and skinning, and some were removing bones and carcasses. The fishy smell was everywhere, and the whole slaughterhouse was in good order.
Xu Dao looked at the scene in the backyard and was stunned for a moment, unable to recover.
On the contrary, when the rat men who had gone out came back here, their expressions were indifferent. They even relaxed because they left the shrine. Some said hello, some ran to sleep, some ran to sleep, and wandered around randomly.
Noticing this, Xu Dao whispered in the swordsman's ear and asked: "Do you know where these chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep in the fence come from?"
The swordsman looked confused and shook his head.
Xu Dao paused briefly and asked again: "So a year ago, was the total number of livestock in the temple as high as 100,000, or even more?"
Upon hearing this, the swordsman's face showed a look of surprise.
It pointed at the less than 10,000 livestock left in the yard, nodded sharply, and gestured with its hands to express how big the fence in the backyard was.
Xu Dao fell silent again.
He vaguely remembered that half of the mortals in Shezhao Mountain City filled the Dragon Palace, and the other half were brutally plundered.
And those who were brutally robbed numbered hundreds of thousands.