Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1060 - 413: Shadowless Rat (Part 2)

Stadium Road, before the disaster, was the area in Mingjiang Prefecture with the most churches. Big and small churches, varied and numerous, almost all gathered here.

The largest church here is this Rest Peace Cathedral. There are more than seventy missionaries in the church, wearing black robes every day, distributing flyers in various corners of Mingjiang Prefecture,

Apart from the large number of missionaries, the church also spares no effort in other promotional channels, such as buying ad boards at the entrance of cinemas,

and also regularly booking the middle spaces of large newspapers. Zhou Xuan had once seen the ad words—Rest Peace Cathedral, the pure land where restless lives find peace.

"A sewer rat actually chose such a dilapidated church as its stronghold?"

After Little Brain reported the specific location, Zhou Xuan arrived at the "Rest Peace Cathedral" during a Day Trip.

The dilapidated church, instead, had a unique sense of eeriness. He followed Turtle Mountain Taoist, in a "concealed" manner, like a shadow.

"I’ve arrived."

Zhou Xuan formed words behind Turtle Mountain Taoist’s back.

Feeling that Zhou Xuan had returned beside him, the old turtle’s confidence surged up in an instant. He immediately crossed his hands behind his back and shouted loudly, "Mouse King, I’ve arrived, where are you?"

"Here."

Hundreds of human-like mice were darting swiftly among the church’s ruins, their movements extremely agile, more so than the tree-climbing flying beasts in the forests by the river.

But a fat blind rat sat on a wide chair originally belonging to the church’s bishop, casting a sidelong glance at the Turtle Mountain Taoist.

Due to its immense size, the bench, which could originally seat three to four people, appeared overly crowded, giving a discordant impression of an adult sitting on a children’s rocking horse.

"Where did this Taoist come from, swaggering here to swindle your Mouse King?"

The blind rat, upon seeing Turtle Mountain Taoist, didn’t appear excited. Instead, it preemptively rebuked him.

Turtle Mountain Taoist wasn’t intimidated, his expression unchanged, and said, "A rotten rat wallowing in sewer filth knows nothing. The Daoist you see is the number one Daoist under Bi Fang’s command—Jia Dao."

"You’re Jia Dao, you motherfucker."

The blind rat, with hands behind its back, stood up and said, "Today, the Zhou Xuan in Jingchuan Prefecture didn’t kill the Green Robed Buddha at all, he killed Bi Fang. If you were Jia Dao, you’d already be dead in Jingchuan Prefecture."

"My Little Mouse has already brought back news from Jingchuan Prefecture."

The blind rat immediately bit off a section of its arm and threw it into the church ruins. The other little mice watched the severed arm with greedy eyes, but due to the blind rat’s power, not one dared step forward to eat it.

It wasn’t until the blind rat waved its hand that the little mice rushed forward, devouring the piece of arm without leaving a scrap of bone.

"You missionaries, after eating your fill, get to work for me with all your heart, dig out that Taoist’s heart for me, and listen to the truth in his heart."

The blind rat started to bark orders.

Turtle Mountain Taoist was completely flustered now.

He thought he came to "pull the tiger’s skin, make the flag," putting on a show. He never imagined that the rat-human had already seen through his identity?

"What should I do, great master?"

Turtle Mountain Taoist asked in a nearly inaudible voice.

Zhou Xuan did not respond.

"Great master, do give me a plan, these little mice are so fierce."

By now, four or five little mice had surrounded Turtle Mountain Taoist, walking around him slowly on all fours.

The other little mice were also closing in slowly, clearly intending to tear Turtle Mountain Taoist apart and share his flesh.

"Great master, great master... damn it!"

Turtle Mountain Taoist called softly several times, but Zhou Xuan still didn’t respond.

He was momentarily in a daze—did the great master say to set up the trap, but to entrap Turtle Mountain Taoist himself?

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The little mice stuck out their blood-red tongues, baring tusks as they drew closer and closer to Turtle Mountain Taoist.

Turtle Mountain Taoist had no choice but to fight for his life.

His right hand pinched a Taoist Spell, muttering four or five spells, congealing a talisman. If any little mouse came at him, he’d stick the talisman on its forehead.

He was the "Guardian," with no incense in his body; his Daoist Temple was his incense.

Now, his Daoist Temple was far away on Turtle Hill, and distant water doesn’t save nearby fires. The only means of defense he had left was this ordinary Daoist Talisman.

His Daoist Talisman could handle one or two little mice, no problem, but with so many little mice rushing forward, his talisman had only one function—to allow him to die with dignity. At least the Daoist resisted before dying.

"What are you dawdling around for, dig his heart out."

The blind rat roared again.

"Hiss, hiss."

The encirclement of the little mice was getting smaller and smaller. Turtle Mountain Taoist had even thought out his final words before dying,

when suddenly, Zhou Xuan’s words appeared on his back.

"The blind rat is not the Mouse King. They’re bluffing you."

"Shout at the blind rat. I have a way to prove your identity."

Previously, Zhou Xuan hadn’t spoken; he was carefully observing the stance of these little mice.

He discovered that these little mice, while seeming fierce, had not shown any real intention to attack, akin to a brief drizzle merely dampening the ground.

If the blind rat was truly convinced that Turtle Mountain Taoist was a "false Daoist," it would take only a moment to dissect the old turtle alive—how could there be such hesitation?

"It’s likely another probe by the Mouse King. Since the Mouse King is so cunning, then the blind rat currently present certainly isn’t the Mouse King."