Chapter 60

It was already pitch black, and since they couldn't cultivate or talk, there seemed to be nothing else to do besides sleep. Thus, at first, they could still see each other's sparkling eyes in the darkness and hear a little rustling sound like lifting hands, turning over, or fumbling for something, but soon they could only hear each other's steady breathing.

Lin Jue touched the firewood knife and whistle stick beside him from time to time, and gradually fell asleep.

Sleeping was sleeping, but there was also some alertness in his heart.

At the slightest sign of movement, Lin Jue would wake up once, or if there was no movement at all and he felt he had slept for a while, he would also wake up once, then touch the silver in his arms, and continue to sleep.

I don't know how long it had been, but in any case, the night was at its deepest.

In the dark night, the little fox suddenly opened its eyes, as if it had caught some movement, and was the first to lift its head.

But it wasn't looking at the hole window on the wall beside it, but at the very back of the temple, behind the statue. Even in the darkness, in its eyes, it could see a pitch-black hole there.

Its eyeballs rolled extremely nimbly twice. It didn't make a sound, but buried its head down again, only using its moist nose tip to nudge Lin Jue slightly.

Lin Jue hadn't been in a deep sleep, so he woke up immediately.

It's just that he also made the same choice as the little fox—

Keeping his eyes closed, maintaining his breathing, and remaining silent.

One continued to sit against the wall, the brain alert; the other continued to lie in a ball, only revealing a tiny bit of its eyes from its furry front paws, aiming in that direction.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a puff of gray smoke emerged from the hole.

The night was like ink, and the gray smoke hid within it, also becoming ink. Before one knew it, it spread out, gradually filling the entire temple.

Lin Jue just subconsciously held his breath for a moment, then immediately let it go, continuing to breathe steadily—

In fact, the moment he breathed in the gray smoke, he noticed its existence. I don't know if this yin energy could deceive other cultivators, but in any case, it was very difficult to deceive a cultivator who also cultivated the Yin-Yang Spirit Method. However, he immediately discovered that the owner of the gray smoke did not have high cultivation. This little bit of magical power, sucked in by him, even if he didn't use yang energy to resist, was very limited in its effect.

After a few more breaths, within this gray smoke and yin energy, there was a hint of a nauseating smell, like putrefaction.

Fortunately, he could endure it.

What Lin Jue was worried about instead were the junior sister and Seventh Third Third Shixiong.

I don't know if they could notice it, whether they would be caught in the trap without knowing it, or if they would suddenly wake up because of it, and then alert the enemy.

Fortunately, no movement came from beside him.

After another while, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the corner of the wall, mixed with a slight panting sound.

That panting sound sounded like an old woman, just like climbing a mountain, and there were sighs within the panting. It lasted for about a few breaths, the panting stopped, and after another few breaths, there was a sniffing sound beside him, which sounded like it was beside Seventh Third Third Shixiong who was further inside.

"Eh?"

There was a slight sound.

Immediately, the sniffing sound also stopped.

Then Lin Jue keenly noticed that the junior sister's breathing beside him stagnated slightly, and then he noticed that this thing had come to his side—Lin Jue guessed that it should have crawled over from the junior sister's legs, and the junior sister obviously had also woken up, but just didn't open her eyes.

Then the sniffing sound rang out beside him.

This thing grabbed his trouser leg and crawled onto his leg.

"Hiss hiss..."

The sniffing sound continued incessantly.

Although Lin Jue had his eyes closed, he also vaguely felt that this thing was about the size of a human head and weighed about seven or eight jin, and it had already stepped on the root of his thigh, leaning close to his arms.

He only felt the clothes in his arms being pulled open.

"No more waiting!"

A thought flashed through Lin Jue's mind, and he stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbing this thing in one go.

He only felt as if he had grabbed a little person in his hand.

The other hand quickly fumbled for the firewood knife.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of flame was sprayed out, illuminating the temple.

In an instant, he saw its true appearance—

It was actually an old woman wearing gray cloth clothes, but she was only about the length of a human forearm, and her skin was also gray, full of wrinkles. As soon as she was grabbed by him, she immediately began to struggle and scream crazily.

"Squeak!!!"

It sounded like the cry of a mouse.

Almost at the same time, the two people and one fox beside him also flipped up. Seventh Third Third Shixiong went to light the lamp, the little fox vigilantly looked at the hole in the corner of the wall, and the junior sister picked up Lin Jue's whistle stick.

It turned out that the two of them had also noticed it, had also woken up, and were also waiting in silence.

Very good!

He only heard Seventh Third Third Shixiong chant a few obscure incantations, without any other movements, and the lamp in the temple lit up with fire, illuminating the temple, but there was clearly no oil in that lamp.

By the light of the lamp, Lin Jue looked down at this thing, but frowned.

What is this? The legendary Jiaoyao?

And at this moment, this little old woman was still struggling and screaming desperately in his hand, and her strength was still very great, and her hands had actually turned into claws, waving wildly, wanting to grab at Lin Jue.

Lin Jue almost couldn't hold her.

Naturally, he couldn't let her go.

So Lin Jue's expression froze, a mouthful of fire energy had already reached his throat, and the firewood knife was also pressed against the little old woman's neck.

"..."

This little old woman was stunned, and immediately stopped struggling.

"What are you? Why do you steal people's silver and money? What is the use of you stealing silver and money?" Lin Jue asked like lightning.

"Let me go!"

The voice was sharp and thin. Although she had already shouted at the top of her lungs, it was not as loud as a human speaking.

The little fox couldn't help but lean over to sniff her, its eyes flashing.

"You can talk? If you can talk, answer me!" Lin Jue was only slightly surprised, then talked to her as if talking to a thief, "Otherwise, even if I don't kill you, if I hand you over to the government, or hand you over to the City God Temple, no one will let you go!"

"Let me go!!"

The little old woman still shouted like this.

Seventh Third Third Shixiong beside him was very puzzled.

The junior sister was equally puzzled, puzzled and nervous, but after looking carefully, she raised the whistle stick and picked at the little old woman's back, picking up a smooth tail.

It looked like a mouse tail.

"A mouse that has become a spirit?"

Seventh Third Third Shixiong said.

"Let me go!"

Just at this moment, the little fox suddenly took a few steps, walked from Lin Jue's side to his front, with its back to him, dragging an extra fluffy and furry tail, and looked at the corner of the wall.

"What?"

Lin Jue also turned his head to look.

The three of them stopped making sounds in a tacit understanding, so the temple became quiet.

Another movement came from there.

By the firelight, one could see that the corner of the wall was a hole the size of a bowl, like a mouse hole, not knowing where it led, and there was a rustling sound inside, as if something was climbing.

"Whoosh..."

A large puff of thick gray smoke emerged from the hole.

Before Lin Jue could make a move, the junior sister opened her eyes wide, stepped out with the whistle stick, and took a deep breath, so that her cheeks bulged.

"Bang!!"

A large mouthful of flame was sprayed from her mouth.

The flame met the gray smoke, and with a sizzling sound, they dissolved each other, illuminating the temple brightly again.

"Squeak squeak!"

"Ah!"

A few mouse cries mixed with painful human speech suddenly rushed out of the firelight, revealing a few young and strong people, also wearing gray cloth clothes, also dragging a long, smooth gray tail, only the height of a human knee.

There were still small people crawling out from the hole behind.

Some held bows and arrows, some held small knives; of course, in their hands, the small knives were also long knives.

Once they saw the old woman being caught, a group of little people stood at the corner of the wall. How could they not know that they had failed? They couldn't help but stare, and seeing Lin Jue holding the firewood knife across the old woman's neck, they were immediately filled with anger, squeaking and screaming.

The first to come forward were seven or eight archers, who actually bent their bows and set arrows without saying a word, aiming at Lin Jue.

Don't look at how small they were, but the bows were all "long bows," almost as long as their height, and the arrows were also nearly a foot long, probably about the same as the bolts of some pocket crossbows.

The arrowheads were very sharp.

"Whoosh..."

The little people released their arrows almost at the same time.

"Wind!"

The arrows came like rain.

But a wild wind rose in the temple.

Lin Jue didn't know how their bow strength and arm strength were, so after summoning the wind, he hurriedly reached out to block in front of him, while dodging to the side.

After dodging, he looked over again.

The bows in the hands of the many little people had become empty bows.

The arrows didn't make any sound.

Lin Jue looked down, they didn't fall to the ground; he looked back, they didn't shoot at the wall behind him; he looked to the side again, and saw Seventh Third Third Shixiong just finishing waving his sleeves and lowering his hands.

"Clatter..."

Seven or eight arrows didn't know when they had run into his sleeves, and were just falling from his sleeves.

They scattered all over the ground.

The many mouse people were all stunned, their eyes pitch black, unable to see the whites of their eyes, shining in the darkness, as if thinking crazily.

"Let me go!!"

The old woman in Lin Jue's hand shouted again.

These mouse people finally reacted, then looked at each other, and hurriedly bent their bows and shot arrows again.

"Whoosh..."

"Whoosh..."

They shot two waves in succession, with almost no interval in between.

Then they saw Seventh Third Third Shixiong wave his sleeves twice in succession, and those sharp arrows disappeared in mid-air, then Seventh Third Third Shixiong lowered his sleeves, and as if performing a magic trick, all these arrows fell from his sleeves.

"Ah ya ya!"

The many mouse people were both shocked and angry.

But hearing a few shouts, that group of mouse people standing behind the archers all waved their long knives and ran toward the three people. Seeing this, the seven or eight archers either pulled out small knives from behind them, or pulled out a few sharp arrows to use as weapons, and also ran toward the group.

Although they were only knee-high, they actually had some daunting momentum as they shouted and charged over.

There was also a mouse person standing in the back, taking a deep breath, and spitting a puff of gray smoke at the crowd.

If it were ordinary people, I'm afraid they would have been scared long ago.

But how could humans be bullied by such monsters?

"Bang..."

The gray smoke had just crossed the mouse people and rushed to the front, when a large puff of bright yellow flame came toward them, accompanied by a wild wind, borrowing each other's momentum, colliding with the gray smoke, making a sizzling sound, and dissolving each other.

The many mouse soldiers were burned and squeaked.

Both the firelight and the gray smoke had the effect of obscuring vision. He thought that those mouse soldiers would be burned and run away in a panic, but unexpectedly, before the flames had dissipated, a mouse soldier carrying a long knife ran out of the fire.

Behind it followed several mouse soldiers.