Chapter 110: Small Move, Big Harvest

  In a spacious mouse hole in the old nest of Tongtian Mouse.

  A loud rumbling sound was heard, the big gate closed tightly, and a group of rats scurried away with their tails between their legs.

  Just after that topic of the servant's quarters, their grandfather Lao Lai was emitting cold air all over his body. No matter who asked him a question, he would just let out a cold hum, and when he looked at you with his eyes, it was like looking at a dead person.

  They were all frightened to death.

  The gate was closed, and they walked while discussing, suspecting that the thorough mouse might have been injured to the point of being unable to speak, otherwise why would it so violently refuse the leader's kindness?

  The more they think so, the faster they run. The fact that a mouse doesn't need a hole doesn't mean it doesn't need to be given a toothpick or something like that to offer sacrifices at the Temple of Five Organs.

  Ears listening to the footsteps going away, the thorough mouse that had been tightly straining its head and chest finally relaxed.

  "What's so funny?"

  The sound of the wind suddenly echoed in the cave.

  A ripple appeared on the surface of the water where the thorough mouse was, and then Ning Feng, dressed as a scholar, walked out from behind the thorough mouse.

  "Invite a group of old mother mice to sleep together? Wouldn't they be gnawed into bones?"

  "Besides, it's hard to swallow, what smooth skin, what charming whiskers, spit!"

  Ning Feng spat out several mouthfuls of saliva, feeling extremely nauseous.

  He had just walked out, and the mouse on the other side fell to the ground with a thud. After a "bang" sound, the previous arrogant appearance was gone, and it was suddenly a mouth that couldn't be closed, dead as can be.

  "The minor teleportation spell is just right for this place."

  "Otherwise, to get into this mouse hole, one would have to go to great trouble."

  Ning Feng was very satisfied with his performance just now and praised himself.

  He had just used a minor displacement charm. He moved the appearance of the mouse that was previously called to the door over to the thorough mouse's corpse, and then hid himself behind it.

  The situation in the mouse hole was unknown to Lao Feng, but the thorough mouse who had been there before seemed to know it. In order to avoid revealing his weakness, he could only let a group of old mice support him as he moved forward.

  Named as supporting, actually leading the way.

  Ning Feng, from the moment he appeared until now, was slapping his body and shaking off countless mouse hairs. At the same time, he silently chanted an incantation, activating the power of the golden thread on his clothes, waves of golden light flashing over his body, each time making it seem as if he had been exposed to the scorching sun for several days.

  Finally managed to get rid of the stench on me, and I feel much more relaxed now.

  "This job is really not for human beings."

  Ning Feng took a few deep breaths, secretly relieved. "Fortunately, those mice are not enlightened and their spiritual nature is far inferior to humans. Otherwise, my half-baked illusion would have been useless in this situation."

  "It's good that it's good. Now that you're in, what's next?"

  He thought while looking around.

  The cave where Ning Feng is currently located is obviously a good place in this old mouse hole, spacious and with countless gaps directly connected to the outside. The sky light pours down from the gaps, and it's actually bright and spacious in the deep mountain belly.

  "This position is at... um, here."

  The wind walked on the ground, its toes acting as a pen, drawing out a map of the mouse holes it had silently memorized along the way. Finally, with a heavy tap of its toe, it marked its current location on the map.

  "Rat must be living here every day, judging from his nature as a mouse, his treasure should also be hidden there."

  Ning Feng concentrated his mind and took a glance at the map on the ground, especially the winding mouse path, making sure he remembered it clearly. Only then did he stretch out his foot and wipe the map off the ground.

  Through the gap in the dome, Ning Feng judged the time and thought: "Can't delay too much, must take advantage of the return of the heavenly rat, steal the treasure before it comes back, then slip away."

  He couldn't help but smile slightly, stroking his chest, feeling that his luck was quite good: "If it wasn't for running into the thorough mouse, coming into this mouse hole would be troublesome, not to mention the danger would increase exponentially."

  "Even if Chu Di Mouse is a bit of an idiot, he's still the elder brother of Tong Tian Mouse. I heard he's recovering from injuries, so Tong Tian Mouse shouldn't be reckless enough to barge in. By the time he realizes something's off, I'll have already escaped to Nanjiang to join up with the main forces."

  "Did he borrow some courage from somewhere and dare to come after me?"

  Ning Feng thanked his family's strong sect once again in his heart and finally felt that it was better to leave early rather than late, so he prepared to set off.

  At this moment, he felt a bulge in his hand and was stunned for a moment before reacting. It was the Yuanshi Bridge that Tianyunzi had sent him, which he had been wearing as an ornament around his neck all along.

  "Hmm, it seems that after wearing this Yuanshi Bridge, my luck has been pretty good. Could it be that this opportunity also comes with good fortune?"

  Ning Feng couldn't help but laugh at the thought, and with a light body, he pushed the door open a crack, saw that there were no mice outside, and quickly slipped out.

  In the cave, a lonely mouse lay there, its eyes closed in death, an unspeakable desolation.

  Time quietly slips away in the labyrinthine old mouse hole.

  After dozens of breaths had passed, Ning Feng crouched down, cautiously looking ahead.

  More than ten zhang away in front of the field, two old mice wearing armor and holding swords were nodding off to sleep.

  Behind them, a large stone gate closed, without leaving any gap.

  "Wow!"

  Ning Feng let out a long sigh and slipped away quietly.

  Passing through the two gatekeeper mice, I saw that their ears moved with the gentle breeze and changed direction, as if they had heard the slightest footsteps.

  Ning Feng saw this scene and was startled at first, but didn't expect the distance to be too close, the two old mice making rustling sounds that were hard to ignore.

  "You're still sleeping, aren't you?"

  Ning Feng shook his head and smiled wryly, then stood up straight, gently pushed the large stone door to create a gap, and swiftly slipped inside.

  The next moment, the stone gate closed again, making a faint sound.

  Outside the door, two slow-witted gatekeeper mice suddenly lifted their heads, as if it was only now that their ears had transmitted the sound they heard into their brains, waking them up.

  Two mice looked around, no movement, in less than a breath of time, the rustling sound started again.

  It's not easy, the mouse has been hiding for many years, and the ancestors are guarding the gate nearby. How can you be lazy when you finally catch a chance to sneak out?

  The humming sound started again, and the other side of the gentle breeze rustled with sound, praising without end.

  "Wow, Flying Squirrel is quite capable of sweeping up!"

  He swaggered unscrupulously in the midst of Tongtian Mouse's cave mansion.

  The front part of the chair back is high enough to almost touch the vaulted ceiling, with a messy floor that can't be distinguished as animal bones, and walls covered with elegant paintings, more than half of which are erotic...

  These gentle breezes swept past without lingering for a moment and went straight to the back of the cave.

  As expected, the drama is here.

  Gold and silver treasures piled up like mountains on the ground, irregularly shaped ancient display cabinets that were stolen from who-knows-where had changed their purpose, becoming a treasure showcase for the mouse that could climb to the sky.

  Ning Feng's gaze was immediately drawn to a box emitting a purple-gold light at the very center.

  He walked over subconsciously and observed at close range.

  The box was cast in purple gold, with various intricate patterns carved on it. They were not ornaments, but rather mysterious symbols that locked the dazzling light of the purple gold within.

  The outside of the purple gold box was wrapped with a bundle of fine rattan strips, as thin as a few strands of hair entwined together, in circle after circle.

  These rattans are unknown plants, although they have left the water and soil, they are still bright green like carefully carved high-quality jade, and they still emit a fresh grassy aroma.

  One is metal and one is wood, both are combined together, firmly locking up the things in the box.

  "What's inside?"

  Ning Feng said that it's not necessarily a bad omen, but now is clearly not the time to open it. Heaven knows what strange phenomenon will occur if this box is opened. Better be cautious.

  He stretched out his hand and swept it away, the purple gold box fell into his hand and was withdrawn into his sleeve.

  The heavy touch brought great comfort to Ning Feng's heart, this was a trip that was worth it.

  Just as Ning Feng was about to leave after achieving his goal, he caught a glimpse of the financial reports piled up like a small mountain on the ground and various mysterious objects on the antique shelves. He hesitated for a moment and stopped in his tracks.

  "Good luck, you're doomed."

  "All your life's accumulation has been changed to 'zero' today."

  Bring the wind somewhere and patiently collect one by one, directly take out the sea bag that holds a hundred rivers, with the opening of the bag facing downwards, then fiercely flick your sleeve.

  "Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

  The little yellow wind technique, which had always been used by him to pretend to be "calling the wind", was displayed in the small cave, a gust of yellow wind appeared out of thin air, shaking off various objects on the ancient cabinet, rolling up gold and silver treasures on the ground, all of which were thrown into the bottomless sea-swallowing bag.

  Three down five minus two, Ning wind will bag mouth a buckle, a pat, the feeling of harvest is truly indescribable.

  He hummed a woodcutter's song he had learned in his soul's realm as he walked towards the gate.

  Just as Ning Feng's hands were about to push the door open, a sudden burst of noise came from outside...

  Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone!!! (......)