The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 54 Summoning Order

The mountain god temple is located atop the barren mountain.

King Atu stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky and roaring, "Aaaaaah!"

It used superpowers.

The whistling sound it emitted was unusually high-pitched.

Yet it can deliver the "summoning order," a term commonly used by rats, into every rat hole.

As a groundhog king who often fights alongside his owner.

Besides its sharp claws and teeth, its rat-like personality is also very charming!

Whether in the apocalypse or in the State of Bei.

Various kinds of rodents in ditches, mountains, rice paddies, and water.

Wherever King Atu goes, he can gather a group of followers.

The master said so.

Let it reward the mice with two mulberries each to rally its followers.

Atu can guarantee that there is no mouse in the world that can resist this miraculous fruit!

Although it can also use its rat-like charm (force) to subdue these underlings.

But with such a miraculous fruit as a reward, it had a lot of face in front of its underlings.

It wants to be the undisputed king of the rat world, forever YYDS!

"Chirp chi ...

Deep inside the barren mountain, the mountain rats trembled with fear.

Where did the rat come from?

The pressure was immense!
It's not that they're cowards.

Those who are like-minded truly understand each other best.

Their rat holes were no match for the fierce rat outside.

The "summoning order" continued, and the other party's tone had become somewhat impatient.

One after another.

Some timid mountain rats crawled out of their burrows, whimpering.

They lay prostrate on all fours, bowing to King Atu.

"Squeak! Respected White Rat King, you are the most majestic and domineering king we have ever seen!"

"Squeak. May I ask what Your Majesty has summoned us for?"

"Zhizhi."

A-Tu, pleased with his unparalleled charm, pointed his right paw towards the direction of the earth god temple at the foot of the mountain:

"Chirp! A two-legged creature riding in a four-legged carriage has bullied my master. This king needs your help."

So all this fuss was to get their help?

The timid mice were finally relieved.

Sure, sure!
No need for the magic fruits, Your Majesty, this is the first time you've asked us for help!

Our main focus is on being obedient!
"We'll do exactly what King Squeak Squeak Squeak says!"

quickly.

All the adult mountain rats in the caves of the desolate mountains were gathered together.

King Atu looked at their numbers and was not very satisfied.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak! How come there are only so few mice? We can't even gather a hundred!"

"King Squeak Squeak Squeak, you may not know this, but we all make a living by stealing offerings from the local earth god temple at the foot of the mountain. This desolate mountain is so barren that even birds don't bother to poop here."

A-Tu: Alright! Without the usual thousands of henchmen surrounding me, this king will be traveling incognito tonight!
Their target this time was the two-legged creatures sleeping in the carriages.

King Atu's order to the mountain rats was: bite the fingers of the two-legged creatures in the carriage, making sure to take care of every single finger.

With their king backing them up, the rats became emboldened.

Heartbeat.

How exciting! In the past, they would stay far away from two-legged creatures, which would skin and eat the rats.

They can still fight back today!!!

One by one, they followed behind Atu, running swiftly down the hillside with steps that seemed oblivious to their own family.

Then, under Atu's command, they split into five teams and climbed into the carriage.

Soon after, gasps of surprise erupted from all five carriages.

"Ouch, what just bit my hand?"

"My goodness, it's a mouse! Where did this mouse come from? Get up and catch it!"

"Ah, ah, ah! My penis, my penis has been bitten!"

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Gan Minglan: It's so frustrating, this wasn't one of the instructions she gave.

King Atu: Is it my fault? My royal decree is, one long, hard finger after another.
Once the mountain rats have bitten their target, they take off running.

Even a mouse's life is a life!

The pitch-black night concealed their orderly retreat/escape.

All that remained were the officials and constables in the five carriages, wailing in despair.

The five fingers are connected to the heart!

These wicked things, I wonder how many times they bit their fingers.

The pain was so intense that the twenty-odd officers sleeping in the carriage that night were all wincing in pain.

These wounds may not look deep or bleed much, but having many wounds can be very painful.

The two leaders, whose anuses had not yet healed, suffered new injuries.

The thirty-odd officers on night duty wiped the cold sweat from their brows.

Luckily, it's their turn to be on night duty tonight!

They all sympathized with the officer who had been bitten on the second son.

This is terrible luck! Who can I complain to?

The leader, surnamed Huang, ordered all the officers to light oil lamps: "Search carefully for every single item in the carriage."

He strongly suspected that someone had deliberately put some kind of drug in their carriage to attract rats.

After all, in his thirty years of life, this was the first time he had ever heard of a mountain rat daring to attack a person!
The subordinate was very worried:

"Boss, what about your injuries? I was bitten by a rat when I was a kid. The wound wasn't treated properly, and it was red, swollen, and hot for several days afterward!"

The consequences are so severe?

The twenty or so officers, all of whom had ten fingers bitten, were in a panic.

The leader surnamed Huang was extremely afraid of death:
"Quickly, find two people to ride back to the post station where we rested yesterday, and ask the postmaster to help us find a good doctor. Pay him a generous consultation fee!"

The officials quickly sprang into action.

A dozen or so uninjured men, holding oil lamps, searched every inch of the five carriages, inside and out, top to bottom.

Those with a keen sense of smell smelled the curtains of every car.

However, apart from the smell of sweat and feet, no unusual items were found inside.

A bonfire was lit outside the local temple, creating a noisy atmosphere.

The officials guarding the entrance to the local temple watched the prisoners inside with predatory eyes.

The Zuo clan members listened intently for a long time, regretting that they could not witness the excitement of the officials.

The children shifted restlessly, wishing they could curl up in their mother's arms.

Gan Minglan gently patted Fatty's back and softly hummed a nursery rhyme that the original owner used to sing to lull her children to sleep:

The door hangs up, rattle!

Who's here? A guest has arrived!
What are you cooking? Shall I kill your little chicken?

The chick said, "My skin is thin; I can't kill you, goose!"
The goose said, "My neck is long; I can kill you, sheep, more than I can kill!"
The sheep said, "Four legs, keep moving forward! You can kill me more than you can kill me, you dog!"
The dog said, "I've been guarding your house, and my throat's gone hoarse! Killing me is worse than killing you, you pig!"
The pig said, "I'll eat two bushels of your chaff, then take a knife to meet the King of Hell."
In his dream, Fatty smacked his lips and mumbled, "Mommy, I want to eat roast lamb again."

Gan Minglan smiled broadly:
"Sleep, sleep, when you're asleep you can dream of anything. My chubby son eats chicken legs and gnaws on lamb legs, and when he gets tired of lamb legs, he'll have a bowl of bone broth."

(End of this chapter)