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Chapter 4 A-Tu: My name is Great King!
The cries of the women were incessant.

Accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning, a mournful atmosphere prevailed.

Until the beginning of the ugly period.

Only when I'm tired and sleepy can I finally stop.

At the beginning of the day (around 3-5 AM), the rain intensified.

After everyone in the room had fallen asleep, Gan Minglan entered the Divine Tree Space.

The body, having exhausted its supernatural abilities, sat down on the second floor of the treehouse.

The rich wood-elemental energy of the mulberry tree continuously seeped into her body.

My lower abdomen, which had been a little sore before, now felt like it was soaking in a hot spring.

It's warm and cozy.

Level 1, Level 2, Level 3
Gan Minglan raised her wood-type ability to level three in one go.

Before she could even enjoy her happiness for three minutes, she noticed something was wrong.

The supernatural powers, like cats smelling fish, frantically converged towards her lower abdomen, forming a small vortex.

A small vortex-style, storm-like robbery.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that her wood-type ability had returned from level three to level one!
Gan Minglan was completely devastated.

How can a baby melon, less than three months old, digest all this energy while still in the womb?

At this rate.

She wants to stabilize her wood-type ability to level five or higher; she doesn't know how much effort that will take!
Just as they were speechless, a flash of silver light appeared.

In the past, Atu would always fly into her arms, but this time he suddenly turned a corner halfway through the air.

He crashed headfirst into the second-floor floor.

After pausing for more than ten seconds, it struggled to stand up, wiggling its round bottom and shaking its head.

It was dumbfounded when it realized that the person in front of it was not its familiar owner.

A high-pitched scream rang out:

"what"

"what"

"what"

Gan Minglan covered her ears and quickly spoke up:

"A-Tu, A-Tu, it's me!"

"Squeak! Who are you? How dare you call me Atu! I'll scratch you to death!"

"A-Tu, calm down! Who else can freely come and go from here besides me!"

"Chirp! Don't try to fool the mouse! My master used to call me King!"

"Hehe! Looks like you've gained weight recently, Atu. Is your skin feeling tight? Do you want me to loosen it up for you?"

"Hmph, I haven't gotten fat! You call me Your Majesty, and I'll still treat you as my master!"

Gan Minglan wouldn't tolerate it.

With lightning speed, it grabbed its little tail.

This little thing.

Before he met her in his past life, he was being chased around like a mutated Alaskan Malamute.

The way they screamed and ran away was incredibly pathetic!
After being rescued by her, he ate a mulberry from the Divine Tree Space and became completely attached to her.

The man and the mouse spent more than eight years living together day and night.

Communication, however, was no longer an obstacle.

That's right, it's always been bothered by its name.

"A-Tu, A-Tu, let's see if you still dare to act like a king in front of me!" Gan Minglan said while stroking its fur.

The marmot Atu is nearly 50 centimeters long and weighs 20 kilograms.

It has silver-white fur all over its body, except for a section of black fur on its tail.

The sacred tree in the space is too domineering.

Nothing can grow under the shade of the tree except for dog rice grass (a plant similar to foxtail grass with seeds that look like millet).

Dog rice grass suited Atu's taste.

It goes into its space every day to eat a meal of self-service grass, and it grows itself to be glossy and shiny.

Just a moment ago it had a haughty expression, but after being petted by its owner for only two minutes, it was flattened into a limp mess.

It was so comfortable that it kept humming, its chubby little tail swaying back and forth.

A-Tu: This tickling technique, only its master knows it! Humph! Only I, the Great King, have such a good temper. If anyone else called me by that rustic name, they would have been tickled to the bone long ago.

It's not like that old woman is just bragging.

After consuming thousands of gold-type crystal cores, its combat power is equivalent to about level four of a gold-type ability user.

Especially its two front paws and teeth!

When dealing with zombies, one swipe of your claw can rip out half of their brain.

Gan Minglan played with it for a while and felt completely relieved after sensing that its superpower had not dropped in level.

A big question was swirling in Atu's little head:
"Squeak, what happened to you?"

"Hehe, are you blinded by my beauty?"

"Waaah, no way!"

"A-Tu, I'm going to knock out your front teeth, let's see if you're still so stubborn!"

"Squeak, all you do is threaten the mouse. You're only a tiny bit better looking than before."

"Dishonest rats get no mulberries!"

"Hmph, I, the Great King, will climb the tree myself and pick them!"

"Tsk tsk, you've gotten so fat! Can you even climb a tree?"

Atu was so angry by his owner's words that his little short tail bristled again!
Its round body left a trail of afterimages as it ran.

It insisted on climbing a tree to show its owner!

It had only climbed less than two meters high when its heavy body stopped it from moving forward.

It used its four claws to dig tightly at the tree bark.

It's impossible to go up or down.

You're all in such a sorry state!

Its unscrupulous master is still laughing so heartlessly.

A-Tu was furious and kept talking.

It emitted a series of calls, some long and some short.

"A-Tu, don't think I don't know you're insulting me! If you don't say a few nice things to me today, I won't help you pick mulberries anymore!"

"Chirp."

We've been successfully threatened again!
The master and the mouse are currently engaged in a battle of wits in the space.

At the end of the prison corridor, another scene unfolds.

Those were rows of male prison cells, each crammed with about ten people.

The Zuo family men imprisoned here have been spared the death penalty, but they cannot escape punishment.

They had already received fifty strokes of the cane as an equal punishment!

His buttocks were torn open, and he lay on the ground, sweating profusely from the pain.

Yin Zheng (寅正).

People in more than a dozen cells have developed symptoms such as high fever and shivering.

"Help! Help! Someone's going to die!"

The boys panicked and climbed to the door, shouting.

Before I knew it, one of my cousins ​​was convulsing and vomiting uncontrollably.

Most of the people sharing the room were minors; no one had ever seen such a scene before.

The jailer on night duty was woken up and came over, grumbling:

"What are you shouting for? Which government office doesn't have several people die in its prisons every day? Don't the doctors keep watch at night? Sick? Just bear with it!"

"Do you think you're still the young masters of the Zuo family? Do you want us to come in and give you a back massage, leg massage, and some tea?"

"I can bring you water, one tael of silver per bowl! How many bowls do you want?"

"Hehe, I don't care about money! If the young masters of the Zuo family kowtow to me, and do it ten times, I'll reward you with a bowl of water."

These boys have never suffered such humiliation!

But what do money and humiliation matter when faced with life and death?
They were all taken away from the clan school, and most of them actually had a few taels of silver on them.

He immediately scraped together fifty taels of silver and gave it to the jailer.

The jailer, beaming with joy upon receiving the silver, directed the least senior jailer to fetch water for the young masters.

Before long, half a bucket of well water was brought in.

"Brother Wenkang, quickly drink some water, wake up!"

(End of this chapter)