Mouse King 2: Hole 10

  A swarm of mice were rampaging outside, biting everything in sight, and the situation inside the underground burrow was also extremely dire. The scattered mouse soldiers crawling towards them were not few in number. In less than ten minutes, Liao Dongfeng and Peng Jianjun were both covered in blood, unable to distinguish whether it was their own or that of the mice. After barely withstanding the most ferocious attack by the mice, the two men discovered that the underground mouse tunnel began to slope downward gradually. If they weren't careful, they would tumble down one after another. Liao Dongfeng, who was in front, seemed to have hit something hard and had a large piece of skin torn off his forehead, with fresh blood gushing out.

  As he shone the flashlight forward, a human head appeared, which really startled Liao Dongfeng. If it weren't for the limited surroundings, he would have jumped up immediately and cursed: "Damn, this dead man's head is too hard! How can it be like a stone?"

  Peng Jianjun, who was behind him, also took a closer look at the head before shouting: "What's with 'like a stone'? That thing is just a stone carving, and it's only got some blood stains on it. You're scared like this? You really have no guts."

  When Peng Jianjun said that, Liao Dongfeng also touched the head with his hand. After confirming it was a stone sculpture, he cursed: "Who the hell buried this stone head underground?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and muttered to himself: "When I was young, my grandfather told me about some legends of Qin Shi Huang, saying that after the old man died, many terracotta warriors were buried in his mausoleum and surrounding areas. Could this be one of those things?"

  "You know a lot, but it doesn't seem like the right time to talk about this now. Let's focus on the task at hand, big brother? I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another minute." Peng Jianjun complained and pushed Liao Dongfeng forward with his hand. Liao Dongfeng also cursed a few words and continued moving forward, but before he could crawl out two meters, he suddenly fell into a deeper mouse hole. Fortunately, the drop was not big, and he didn't get hurt. After he regained his composure and looked around with his flashlight, he shouted upwards: "Jianjun, it's spacious down here, you can stand up, come take a look."

  Peng Jianjun didn't hear clearly what Liao Dongfeng said at this time, and only saw him lighting up his flashlight with one hand and reaching towards the edge of the hole that Liao Dongfeng had just fallen into with the other. He said: "Dongzi, it seems like there's a rotten plank here, let me take a look elsewhere!"

  Before Peng Jianjun had a chance to carefully examine other places, he heard Liao Dongfeng shouting loudly from below: "Big wastrel, where are you running?"

  When Peng Jianjun heard this, he didn't care about anything else and jumped down, coincidentally landing on Liao Dongfeng's body. With a thud, he pressed him to the ground. Liao Dongfeng had already discovered the Mouse King's trail, but now he was messed up by Peng Jianjun. He looked up to see that the Mouse King had vanished, and cursed: "Damn kid, are you from the same family as that big wastrel? Get off me quickly!"

  However, at this time, Peng Jianjun didn't care what Liao Dongfeng said. He saw him holding a flashlight and slowly lifting it up, his mouth constantly praising: "What a big hand! Ingenious!"

  Liao Dongfeng didn't rush to push Peng Jianjun away after hearing this, and his gaze followed the light of the flashlight, only to see dozens of tall mud sculptures standing in front of him, their heads buried in the mud on top. Looking around, there was another row of mud sculptures standing upright, with the two men standing right between the two rows of mud soldiers.

  At this time, Liao Dongfeng suddenly pushed Peng Jianjun forward and took two steps forward. Suddenly, he remembered the matter of the mouse king and turned his head to blame: "Junzi, it's not me who spoke first about the terracotta warriors this time! Are you going to catch that big rat or not? Don't forget that we're underground now, if there's a collapse above us, we'll be buried alive. Do you want to appreciate the ancient craftsmanship before catching the mouse king? Based on what you just said, I'd say it to someone else and you'd be slapped to death right away, believe me?"

  "Old man, Liao, little Peng, don't you know your mistake? Besides, weren't you also staring at these things in a daze just now? This is enough to prove that you are also sighing at the ingenuity of the ancients. This crime is not light either." Just as he said this, Peng Jianjun suddenly stopped for about half a minute before asking suspiciously: "You're only concerned with looking at these messy old cultures and civilizations, don't you think this thing is a bit strange?"

  Liao Dongfeng also realized that something was wrong and chimed in, "When we first met the Big Wastrel, this guy was so formidable! But now that we've all arrived at his lair, how did he suddenly become a coward? Could it be that this guy intentionally lured us here?"

  "I knew it wouldn't be that easy. It seems we've been led by the nose by a little rascal. Dongzi, something's gone wrong, let's retreat quickly!"

  "How to withdraw? Can you still climb up from here with your little strength? Better give up early! The arrow shot cannot be returned, Chairman Mao said that all reactionaries are paper tigers. This time I want to see what kind of nonsense this big wastrel is making!"

  Seeing that Liao Dongfeng didn't intend to turn back, Peng Jianjun also felt embarrassed to mention retreating again, fearing that Liao Dongfeng would laugh at him and call him a coward. He then followed Liao Dongfeng and continued moving forward.

  To be honest, Peng Jianjun actually had another question that was inconvenient to mention, which was why Liao Dongfeng, who was originally the son of a military cadre, did not take advantage of his connections to join the army, but instead came to this godforsaken place with them to insert into the queue?

  Liao Dongfeng's father was an old revolutionary who had participated in the Battle of Crossing the River and had also fought against American devils. In Beijing, he was a figure to be reckoned with. Even in these chaotic times, with his abilities, he could have sent his own son to join the army. So why did he agree to let his son go to the countryside to join the production team? Was it simply to prove that he too came from the laboring masses? Peng Jianjun had also asked Liao Dongfeng about this in a roundabout way, but didn't get an answer. In short, he had a feeling that Liao Dongfeng's purpose for going to the countryside was not pure and simple, and that he must have come prepared.

  All these are later stories, let's talk about the current story. When Peng Jianjun followed Liao Dongfeng to the end of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, he found that there was no four-way or eight-way mouse path in front of him, nor was there any trace of the Mouse King Red Eyes. A clay wall was the terminal point, and along the way, the two of them did not find any other forks in the road. Would this old mouse king Red Eyes be able to escape?

  The two of them searched for half a day but didn't find any hidden passageway. The air deep underground was getting thinner and thinner, Peng Jianjun was exhausted, he sat down at the foot of a terracotta warrior statue, looked up and asked Liao Dongfeng: "Dongzi, there's no way out, what should we do?"

  Liao Dongfeng looked around and asked: "How long have we been down here?"

  "Three hours should have passed by now? At the speed we're marching, even with all these twists and turns, we should have covered at least forty miles or so?"

  Peng Jianjun finished speaking, and Liao Dongfeng said disdainfully: "With your speed, you're still forty miles away? Don't be ridiculous."

  "Alright, alright, no matter how many miles, just tell me straightforwardly what our next move is? Are we going to learn from the mice and dig a hole or sit here and wait for death?"

  Liao Dongfeng turned his head and said, "We've been chasing too tightly, maybe we overlooked something. Let's search again, one person on each side, pay attention to the more prominent mud marks behind us."

  As soon as they finished speaking, the two were about to start a new round of searching. However, just as they turned their heads, they heard sparse noises coming from the darkness. Liao Dongfeng instinctively knew it was the sound of a group of mice marching. He turned his head and looked at Peng Jianjun with a serious expression, saying: "The time for Dang Guo to test you has arrived, now it's your turn to improvise."

  The rustling in the darkness grew louder and louder, and the mice finally entered the range of the flashlight beam. Peng Jianjun held a wine jug in one hand and pulled out a matchbox with his mouth, but before he could light the match, the matchbox fell to the ground. He looked at Liao Dongfeng with a pale face, his lips trembling as he said: "A drop of water can't save a burning cart, two jugs of wine can't stop the mice either! There are too many of them. I knew we were outsmarted by the big mouse."