Zhang Xiaowu took the wooden stick, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he stared at the gray-haired mouse in front of him.

"Be gentle, don't beat it to pieces with a stick.

Don't use your strength all at once, but know how to keep the flow steady so that you can fight for a while longer.

Just like Ling Chi in ancient times, every sword must be controlled with good heat."

I warned Zhang Xiaowu cautiously.

Zhang Xiaowu nodded, but with a confident expression on his face.

"Little master, don't worry.

After all, I am a Level 6 fitter. I have a sense of proportion on hand. I can accurately cut a one-meter-long steel plate into thousands of pieces of the same size."

I nodded with a look of appreciation on my face.

With a cry, he pulled out the black knife from the iron box.

"That makes sense! I'll lend you this knife. This knife was used to chop up little devils back then, so it's perfect for slicing up this old rat."

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so today I want to see if you are bragging about your level 6 fitter skills."

The gray-haired mouse trembled all over, as if he had seen himself being torn into pieces.

"It's really a good knife..."

Zhang Xiaowu took the black knife and started gesticulating towards the gray-haired mouse.

"Ah... don't cut me, I said, I said it's not okay!"

The gray-haired mouse screamed in fright and quickly kowtowed for mercy.

Only then did I wink at Zhang Xiaowu and signal him to step aside.

"You'd better tell me the truth, I don't have much patience..."

The gray-haired mouse was so frightened that it trembled all over and bowed at me repeatedly.

"The situation was unstable back then, and even if I hid in a temple, I couldn't find peace of mind.

I was originally a rat demon living in the Tianwang Temple, and I gained some Taoism through the influence of incense.

But then a gang came to the temple and smashed all the idols and melted the incense burner.

I couldn't eat incense, so I could only survive by hiding under the altar of Tianwang Temple.

Soon Lao Zhangtou was imprisoned in the Tianwang Temple, and the temple finally became more popular.

Lao Zhangtou soon discovered my existence. Perhaps because he lacked spiritual comfort, he would tell me a lot of his innermost thoughts.

We are both fallen people from the end of the world, so Lao Zhangtou and I can be considered to be in the same boat.

Even if he only had one steamed bun and half a bowl of wild vegetable soup every day, he would give me half.

Lao Zhangtou would be pulled out for various examinations every now and then, and every time he came back, he would feel much haggard.

We spent several months together like this, until one rainy night, Lao Zhangtou was limped back to the temple.

No one brought food that day. Late at night, I suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

I crawled out of the hole under the altar and discovered that Lao Zhangtou had cut his hand with a tile and poured the blood into a bowl for me to drink.

Lao Zhangtou said that he couldn't bear it anymore, and said that if there was an afterlife, he would rather be a mouse, and then he passed out.

Fortunately, Lao Zhang was too weak and the wound was not deep, so he was not really dead.

I really want to save him, but I'm just a lowly rat demon.

Those people even dared to smash the statue of the King of Heaven, let alone me.

But I couldn't just watch Lao Zhangtou being tortured to death. At this time, I thought of what Lao Zhangtou said before he fell into coma.

If he were not understood by the world, he would rather be a mouse.

Then I drank Lao Zhangtou's blood and used the soul-inducing method to switch bodies with him.

In the following days, I took Lao Zhangtou's place for inspection every day, and finally saved Lao Zhangtou's life.

I originally wanted to wait until the situation stabilized before switching bodies back with him.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhangtou had a mental problem and our bodies were unable to change.

I have no choice but to live on his behalf for the time being.

But I have lived in the Tianwang Temple for most of my life, and I can only paint the murals in these temples.

In order to avoid being discovered, I can only talk less and pretend to be crazy."

After listening to what the gray-haired mouse said, Zhang Xiaowu was a little doubtful.

"Then where is my father now?"

The gray-haired mouse shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

"He is in this yard now, and his life is much better than mine."

The gray-furred mouse shook its fur and pointed toward the mouse hole in the corner of the porch.

“It lives inside, but it’s just old and doesn’t come out much on weekdays.

When there are no other people around, he will come out to bask in the sun and take a walk.

These painting skills were basically taught by him. I usually put some food and water at the entrance of the cave for him.

But for a few days, I don’t know what happened, and I never saw him come out..."

As soon as the gray-haired mouse finished speaking, Zhang Xiaowu's wife, who was not far away, swayed slightly and sat down on the ground.
Chapter completed!