boyutpedia Chapter 1149 Summoning
Chapter 1149 Summoning
The Rat King hurried back to the cave and summoned all the little mice.
In an instant, several nearby hills were densely populated with little mice.
The Rat King stood on a huge rock and opened his voice to ask the little mice whether they had betrayed the rat clan and worked for Li Siwei.
The little mice looked at each other, shook their heads and said no.
They're not stupid.
If I help Li Siwei, wouldn't that be going against our ancestors?
That is courting death.
They don't want to die, they want to live.
"My king, what are you talking about? How could we betray our ancestors and work for a mortal?"
"That's right, it's impossible. It's simply impossible."
"My lord, your question is a bit stupid. Anyone with a bit of brains wouldn't do that, let alone us who are so smart."
Rat King: "...I don't believe you can do such a thing, but now the facts prove that there is indeed a group of little mice helping Li Siwei dig a tunnel, allowing him to capture the five little masters and bring them to the enemy's base camp."
"What? Is this really happening?" The little mice were all shocked when they heard the news.
Suddenly, the hills were filled with the angry cries of little mice...
"Damn it, who did this? If I find out, I'll kill it."
"That's right, isn't this harming our rat tribe?"
"Don't worry, my king. If we find the traitor, we will definitely inform you as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, the Rat King nodded in satisfaction and continued to speak seriously...
"I'm telling those traitors that Li Siwei is not a good guy. He might be a lackey of the demon world. If you follow him for a little bit of benefit, that's a dark path. So, turning back is the right path."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's never too late to turn back." The little mice shouted again.
Gray Mouse saw that although everyone was indignant, they couldn't find out who the traitor was. It was useless, so he whispered to the Rat King...
"My king, it seems that we can't find out who the traitor is today. Why don't you go back and have a rest, and leave this matter to me."
At this time, the Rat King also had a splitting headache. Hearing this, he frowned and asked...
"Xiao Hui, do you have a way to find the traitor?"
The gray mouse shook his head and squeaked...
"My lord, we can only investigate this matter slowly. There is no rush."
When the Rat King heard this, he got angry: "Why not? I'm almost dying of anxiety. This matter concerns the safety of the five little masters. If we can't find out, it will be a great crime that will lead to the extermination of the clan."
The Rat King said that he didn't want to bear this evil.
Gray Mouse also knew that this matter was very important, but he couldn't find out what it was. So, there was no point in being anxious. He could only calm down and find a way to find out slowly.
When the little mice all over the mountains heard that their five little masters were in danger, they all volunteered to go to the enemy base to rescue them.
The Rat King couldn't help but swear: "Save my ass! If I could save him, I would have saved him long ago. How could you little bastards have a turn?"
The little mice were not convinced and chirped...
"My king, why can't we go and rescue the five little masters? Are you afraid that we will take away your credit?"
"My king, we don't mind you being a bitch normally, but now it concerns the safety of the five little masters, so you should stop flattering us for now and let us rescue the five little masters. Then you can find another opportunity to flatter our ancestors, okay?"
The Rat King was so angry at these words that he squeaked and said...
"Is this the kind of person I am in your mind? I am upright and honest. When have I ever flattered my ancestors?"
The little mice didn't give any face at all and said in unison...
"That's the kind of person you are. You always flatter your ancestors."
The Rat King was so angry that he couldn't help but point his claws at them and cursed: "I sacrificed myself to seek benefits for you little bastards. I was willing to work like a cow and a horse for my ancestors and young master, but this is what I get in return. I worked so hard, wasn't it to revitalize the rat tribe?"
"Does your conscience hurt when you say such things?"
"And why didn't you, you, you, you, say these things when you drank the elixir water?"
The little mice were instantly speechless by the Rat King.
Especially those little mice who drank the elixir water and cultivated very quickly, their little faces turned red instantly.
After a long while, a little mouse asked...
"My king, we were wrong. We know you've worked hard, but we can't understand why you didn't let us go and save the five little masters?"
The Rat King then told the story of how a barrier had been cast on the enemy's base camp.
"It's not that I don't want you to go and save the five little masters, but the enemy's base camp is enchanted. Not to mention you, even I can't get in. How can we save them? How do you think we can save them?"
When the little mice heard this, they suddenly understood.
It turned out that the enemy's base camp was enchanted and they couldn't get in at all. It seemed that they had really misunderstood the king just now.
The little mice said in unison: "My king, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you."
The Rat King waved his paws and squeaked, "Forget it, this isn't the first time you've misunderstood me."
It's not the first time that the Rat King has been called a lackey by his subordinates. He says he's used to it.
When the little mice heard this, they felt very guilty.
The king always thinks of them, and they still call him a lackey. This is really wrong.
White Mouse: "My king, don't be sad. Others want to be your lackey but can't. You should be happy."
Black Rat: "That's right, I just want to be my ancestors' lackey, but my ancestors look down on me, I am not even qualified to be a lackey."
The Rat King didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could one comfort others in this way?
"That's all. You can all leave now. However, from today on, you must supervise each other. If you find anyone suspicious, report it immediately. I will reward you handsomely."
As everyone knows, the king's reward is not comparable to any gold, silver or treasures. It is an elixir, the treasure they have always dreamed of.
In an instant, the little mice were in an uproar again, and they all said that if they found anyone suspicious, they would report it to the king immediately.
The Rat King couldn't find out who the traitor was and he lost interest in the matter. After sending the little mice away, he returned to his cave.
However, as it concerned the destruction of the rat clan, it could not eat or sleep, so it took the gray mouse to the tunnel to look for clues.
You know what, they actually found some clues.
"My lord, what do you think this is?"
The gray mouse took a handful of mouse hair and ran to the Rat King to show it, saying that there were many such mouse hairs in the tunnel.
The Rat King took the mouse hair and looked at it, but he didn't see anything unusual, so he couldn't help but ask...
"Xiao Hui, is there anything wrong with these mouse hairs?"
The gray mouse nodded and squeaked, "Yes, my king, take a closer look at these mouse hairs. They are not fresh at all. They break easily when pulled. Moreover, this tunnel was just dug. It is very strange that there are mouse hairs everywhere in it."
Upon hearing this, the Rat King gently pulled the rat hair, and sure enough, the hair broke. He found it very strange because this tunnel had just been dug and it was impossible for a rat to have been dead in the tunnel for a long time.
"You suspect that the rats that dug the tunnels are dead? Impossible, how could that be possible? If they were dead, how could they dig tunnels?"
The gray mouse said it couldn't figure it out either.
Afterwards, they followed the tunnel all the way to the enemy's base camp, but when they reached the exit, they could not go up at all, as if there was an invisible wall blocking them and they could not get over it.
The Rat King sighed and squeaked, "This is a barrier. Forget it, let's go back."
"It seems that the young master is really in trouble this time. Those who know how to cast barriers are either from the Immortal Realm, the Underworld, or the Demon Realm. They are all big shots and we can't afford to offend them."
Just as the Rat King and the Gray Mouse were about to leave.
Suddenly, at the entrance of the tunnel, a large group of little mice came running in. They lined up in a row, with no expression on their faces, and walked over in unison.
At first, the Rat King and the Gray Mouse were frightened and thought, Oh no, we are in trouble this time.
However, the group of little mice seemed not to see them and walked past them with expressionless faces.
"This...this...what's going on? Why do they seem to not see us? This is too much. They don't even take me, the king, seriously?" The Rat King reacted and became very angry. In the past, the little mice would greet him when they saw him.
These little mice simply ignored the king.
Gray Mouse sensed something was wrong and said quickly...
"My king, don't be angry. I found something wrong."
"Something's wrong? What's wrong?" The Rat King was angry and didn't think about it carefully.
The gray mouse continued, "I just observed carefully and found that these mice seem to have no souls. Their eyes are empty, without focus and emotion. They are different from the mice we usually come into contact with."
"And I just pulled a few hairs off their bodies, but they didn't feel any pain at all."
After the gray mouse finished speaking, he stretched out his paw, revealing a handful of mouse hair.
"What's even stranger is that the mouse hair is not fresh at all. It is exactly the same as what we found before. It breaks when you pull it."
"From this, it can be seen that these rats have long been dead. They are puppet rats without souls. Now we can finally explain to our ancestors that someone copied our rat clan in order to deliberately alienate us from our ancestors."
The Rat King stretched out his claws, carefully picked up the mouse hair on the gray mouse's claws, and pulled it gently, and it broke.
It couldn't help but curse...
"Who on earth is so wicked? He actually copied the rat tribe and harmed the five little masters. Isn't this deliberately harming us?"
The gray mouse rolled his eyes and squeaked, "My king, stop talking so much. Let's quickly follow them and see where these little mice are going. Also, how about we take the opportunity to blend in and get some information? What do you think?"
The Rat King looked down at his huge body and said with a headache, "That's good, but my body is so big, mixed in with the puppet rats, it's too conspicuous, and it's easy to expose my identity."