Chapter 12: Rat Tide! Rat Tide!

"Good heavens!"

"Is this the racial advantage that comes with being a non-human transcendent?"

"In this world without Spirit Qi, can one command their own kind so easily just by relying on transcendent charisma?"

"It's quite a bit stronger than I had anticipated."

Su Ping sensed the messages coming from the two Spirit Mice, Xiaobai and Xiaohui, and while feeling moved, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The outstanding performance of the Spirit Mice allowed him to grasp a certain level of self-preservation ability faster than he had expected.

It was just that, judging from the current information, Xiaobai and Xiaohui's command over the swarm of rats was not yet stable, and a command system had not been established.

Right now, it was just the rats following their instincts.

To make great use of them, he still needed to help out personally, learning tricks from the Cultivation World and providing supplies.

After all, what Su Ping wanted was an army built by a swarm of rats!

And for an army to be established and maintained, besides relying on willpower, food is indispensable!

Fortunately, Water Blue Star has long since entered the information age, and with productivity highly developed now, there will be no shortage of basic supplies.

The supplies to feed a rat army won't cost much either.

As Su Ping was thinking.

The swarm of rats, because there were too many of them, also began to be directed to slowly leave the Sewer and head toward the outskirts of the city.

Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Several drunks, after finishing skewers at the night market, were in no hurry to return; instead, they went together to the nearby riverside Park, walking along the road against the river breeze, sobering up while boasting to each other about their glorious days of the past.

Suddenly!

A scream from not far away startled them.

Then, a sentence shouted in a soprano voice: "There are rats!"

This made the drunks' courage increase tenfold as they quickened their pace, preparing to play the hero and save the damsels from the rats!

"Don't be afraid, mere rats, eat my Old Sun..."

The one running the fastest was the tallest of the drunks, a bald middle-aged man who looked like he worked out often.

He rushed into the small woods and saw a pair of sisters huddled together, emitting screams.

He then caught sight of the swarm of rats continuously crawling out from the Sewer whose manhole cover had been pushed open under the moonlight!

That dense, indistinct, yet rapidly squirming swarm of rats was like an indescribable thing baring its fangs and brandishing its claws under the moonlight.

Just one glance was enough to make the middle-aged man's drunkenness completely vanish.

As actively as he had just roared, he now moved his feet as carefully as possible, terrified of disturbing the swarm of rats ahead.

"Old Niu, why did you run so fast today!"

"Oh, damn! Is this what you call having rats?"

The middle-aged man wanted to keep a low profile, but his companions who arrived later were making noise one after another.

And just as the middle-aged man, breaking out in a cold sweat, shouted for them to stop yelling.

There was suddenly a commotion within the swarm of rats ahead; at least more than half of the rats stopped moving, turned their heads in unison, and stared coldly at the group with their gray or red eyes.

A single rat is undoubtedly afraid of people.

But when they form a rat tide.

It becomes the people's turn to be afraid.

And I don't know if it was an illusion.

The middle-aged man, whose eyesight was still the best, noticed that the white rat surrounded by the swarm, which had turned its head to look at him... seemed to have eyes full of humanity and spiritual light!

And their gaze seemed to be filled with disdain?

"This rat couldn't have become a spirit, could it!"

Unaccountably, this terrifying guess popped into the middle-aged man's mind.

And he quickly recalled the fragments of content about rats becoming spirits and turning into Chuma Immortals from the miscellaneous books he had read these past few days.

"May the Heavenly Venerable bless me, may the Jade Emperor bless me, may the Bodhisattva bless me, may the Holy Father, Holy Mother, and Holy Son bless me!"

The middle-aged man was panicked to the extreme, already unconsciously chanting every divine name he could remember to seek protection. Spirit Mouse Xiaobai stared coldly at these shouting mortals.

As a transcendent species, although it was submissive in front of Su Ping.

It felt superior when facing mortals.

It bared its teeth and revealed its fangs, intending to teach these mortals who were interfering with its leading of the rat swarm a lesson.

But Su Ping's latest instructions suddenly came to its mind.

Squeak! Xiaobai's body shook, and it raised its head to let out a shrill cry that sounded like thunder to those around.

Immediately, the rats that had turned their heads rejoined the rat tide like a stream merging into a great river, and set off toward the suburbs.

After a long while, no new rats emerged from the Sewer opening to join the rat tide.

This Park by the riverbank finally returned to quiet.

This also allowed the group of people, who had watched the whole process dumbfounded and dared not even breathe loudly, to let out a long sigh of relief.

"Old Niu, was that white rat looking at us just now?"

"You noticed it too? I suspect that rat has become a spirit!"

"It must have become a spirit! How could an ordinary rat have such a loud cry!"

"So creepy! I have to find a temple or Taoist monastery to pray tomorrow..."

Discussing this strange event in low voices, they regained their vitality.

And on the internet, the news of the rat swarm emerging from several sewers in the Park and then gathering into a rat tide to move away from the city area also began to gain heat as passersby and surveillance cameras captured videos.

In a residential compound where the East King Temple is located, inside a residential building full of the atmosphere of daily life.

A certain middle school student, having just been lectured by his parents because of a teacher's complaint, let out a sigh and flopped onto his bed.

Picking up the tablet he had secretly registered using his grandfather's ID, his attention was suddenly drawn to messages in his class group chat.

"Wow! Mice, so many mice!"

The middle school student grew excited after clicking on the message to watch the video, and he immediately spotted Spirit Mouse Xiaohui, who stood out in the video like a crane in a flock of chickens.

Being at an age that loved heroic storylines, the student's entire face flushed red with excitement:

"It's it! It's definitely it! It must be the mouse that beat up Dahuang!"

After seeing Spirit Mouse Xiaohui once more, confirming that he hadn't been hallucinating, and realizing that the creature had caused such a huge commotion.

The middle school student could no longer stay calm.

He began to fantasize about whether he might be the fated one, destined to embark on a heroic path with the help of this magical little mouse!

Unable to extricate himself the more he thought about it, he hugged his tablet and watched the video over and over again.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for this middle school student.

Su Ping was completely unaware that he had caused a child to lose sleep.

He was doing his best to direct Xiaobai and Xiaohui, using their abilities to minimize the impact as much as possible.

There was no helping it; Xiaobai and Xiaohui couldn't command the swarm of mice as if they were extensions of their own arms, yet the swarm insisted on following behind them.

At first it didn't matter, but gradually, as the numbers grew, it became somewhat uncontrollable.

He had to hurry and lead them away from the urban area toward the mountain forests in the suburbs to find a place to settle them down.

If he waited until he no longer had time to pay attention.

He feared they might cause some other major disaster.

Su Ping certainly didn't want anyone coming to this scene in the future to film some horror movie about a swarm of terrifying mice.

Fortunately, his hometown, Yushu City, was just a small town; the people were honest and simple, and the beautiful scenery also meant there was a large area of mountain forests with many places rarely visited by humans.

As long as no casualties were caused, this matter wouldn't blow up too big.

Even if it attracted the attention of some people who arranged for experts to study it, the priority wouldn't be very high.

The world is so big, and there are actually plenty of strange, true or false, occurrences every year.

(End of this chapter)