Dashi City.

It was specially marked out and left for the neighborhood where the deacons who were recruiting outside lived. In a medium-sized courtyard, Lao Bai squatted in the center of the yard and carefully dripped a few drops of the black-ring snake's venom into a huge stone bowl.

The mouth of the stone bowl is two feet in diameter, and it has already filled half a bowl of light blue translucent juice.

As soon as a few drops of sticky black ring snake venom dripped in, the light blue juice spewed out tiny foam, and a slight "slap" burst sound came.

Lao Bai even turned backwards on the spot, rolled and crawled out dozens of meters away, and crashed into a room.

Several rats quickly closed the door and blocked the cracks of the door firmly with soaked fur.

The light blue juice in the stone bowl quickly turned light black, and then suddenly boiled. A large amount of juice splashed, and a lot of juice fell on the ground outside the stone bowl. Widths of light black smoke rose and merged into the air.

From a distance, a cold wind blew from several huge corridors.

The strong wind blew across Dashicheng and through this yard, blowing the light black smoke that was melted into the air without a trace.

After a quarter of an hour, the closed door quietly opened. Lao Bai poked his head and half of his head out of the crack of the door. He looked carefully in the direction of the stone bowl for a long time before he suddenly opened the door.

With his hands on his back, he walked towards the stone bowl with a trembling step. As Lao Bai walked, he smiled at the dozen younger generations following him and said, "Actually, the most important thing is to encounter major events without any confusion..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small bubble in the stone bowl exploded, making a crisp "pop".

Lao Bai and a dozen juniors of rats turned around and ran away. A group of people rolled and crawled into the room in a mess, and closed the door in a 'bang'.

After another quarter of an hour, Lao Bai walked out with a group of juniors tremblingly.

Standing far away and looking at the stone bowl for a while, Lao Bai then patted his chest and laughed 'hehe'. He turned around and taught his younger generations a serious lesson: "Walking in the world, safety is the first priority...face...hehe, it's not important."

A group of rat people looked at Lao Bai with admiration and nodded desperately.

Lao Bai smiled with satisfaction. He brought a group of juniors to the stone bowl, carefully looked at the remaining half bowl of black juice in the stone bowl, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it's successful, the quality is not bad... Almost all of them can catch up with the 'rotten bone marrow' quality prepared by your grandfather, that is, my grandfather."

As he spoke, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

He looked at the juniors beside him, reached out and patted a young rat man on the head.

"Old Jiu, remember the order of all kinds of materials I just put in, and the approximate dose... This time, your father will prepare it, and the next time, it will be you... If you die, it will be the tenth...Old Eleven...Old Twelve...Old Round one by one..."

Lao Bai's heart was filled with extreme pain and helplessness, but also full of indifference that completely saw through the world.

The rat has weak human power. If a rat tribe wants to survive, it must have a unique skill to protect itself. The ancestral eating technique of Lao Bai, the rat tribe, is this extremely vicious and extremely poisonous "rotten bone marrow".

Even a master in the Chonglou realm, even if he is cut into such a trace of flesh, he will rot directly into his bone marrow, and eventually his whole body will be frustrated and hurt to death.

only……

It is extremely dangerous to mix "rotten bone marrow". Even a veteran like Lao Bai can succeed at most once or twice out of ten times, not to mention these rookies who have never had experience in mixing.

It is very likely that Lao Jiu will die of poisoning due to an accident during the deployment.

Next, it is likely that his younger brothers, Lao Bai's sons, will die one after another.

But...this damn world...

What's the point of dying a few sons? There are so many babies in the entire tribe who want to live.

Lao Bai carefully picked up the stone bowl and walked into the building with a group of juniors.

From time to time, sneaky rats rushed into the courtyard, and they brought packs of forged, poor-quality hidden weapons and small daggers.

Lao Bai guided more than a dozen sons to carefully apply rotten bone marrow to these weapons.

To ensure that these weapons are toxic enough, but to prevent the waste of venom, these crafts are also the foundation for the survival of a rat-man tribe.

Lao Bai sighed leisurely.

This is also impossible. The materials for preparing rotten bone marrow are not easy to collect. In order to hunt a black ring snake, more than a dozen tribesmen may have to die. Therefore, it takes a lot of time and energy to prepare rotten bone marrow once and it takes a lot of time and energy, and Lao Bai himself has to take a lot of risks.

Everything needs to be saved, everything needs to be saved...

This bowl of venom seems to be small, but there are more than 200 lives of the tribe members in it.

Even if the rat man has a strong fertility, such a loss is enough to make Lao Bai feel heartbroken... he must save some effort.

"It would be great if our tribe could produce a real pharmacist." While urging the sons to temper the poison, Lao Bai whispered: "Legendly, the pharmacist will never miss the medicine... and the medicine performance will be maximized."

"If there is a real pharmacist..." Lao Bai looked at his careful busy sons and whispered: "Your brothers, hey..."

With his hands behind his back, Lao Bai was a little uneasy and wandering around the room.

Take the risk and dispose of bone marrow once, there is nothing we can do about it.

Is the Rat Man in the World a family? Lao Bai has received very bad news from various channels these two days.

It seems that something bad is going to happen within the Shi family.

We must always give children more self-protection ability.

"It's better not to move without any necessity... It's rare to find a generous family who manages the rice... The little guys have meat every day." Old Bai sighed: "For the little guys, you can eat meat every day... it's better to sell him for his life."

He clattered his mouth and took out a small piece of jerky from his sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth. Lao Bai chewed the jerky with an intoxicated look on his face, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hey, Xiao Tie Deacon actually went to that ghost place... Also, Elder Shi Hui actually took people there too... Xiao Tie, Xiao Tie... Don't have anything wrong with me. It's rare for me to like a little guy who is not a mouse."

"Black skin, one-eyed one-eyed one-eight, they are not good things... Only you, I like you."

Lao Bai muttered in a low voice, and he walked around the room twice, and suddenly stamped his feet.

He sighed at the shadow in the corner of the room and shook his head: "Go, go, go, go to a few little kids, go outside the Demon Mining pit to stare... see what happened there... When I meet the little deacon, if he is still alive, I can help you, help you..."

Spreading his hands, Lao Bai sighed helplessly: "We rats are not easy to live... we have only a little ability, and only a little ability..."

Looking up, Lao Bai looked at the ceiling and murmured, "Hey, the legend left by the ancestors is not to deceive us grandsons, right? We, the ancestors of the rat people, once lived on the stars?"

"Stars? Hanging in the sky, bright stars? Is that thing real?"

"Xuri Rat... Our rat people have a wealth of ancestors!"

Lao Bai smiled so much that his face was full of tucks, which was quite lingering. He took out a small piece of dried meat from his sleeve and put it in his mouth to chew it carefully.

The shadow he just mentioned seemed to fade a little. The small daggers and fragmented hidden weapons that had already been placed on the table seemed to have been missing so many dozens of them.

"It would be great to have a pharmacist... If every child's claws can be quenched with bone marrow... tsk." Lao Bai sighed, and then sighed heavily again.

‘Dong~~~’!

The sound of the bronze bell spread throughout the Dashi City.

The rats who were busy in the room raised their ears at the same time and looked around vigilantly.

Lao Jiu, who had just given advice from Lao Bai, asked nervously: "Did some children steal things again? Are you going to catch people with the door closed again?"

Another rat man widened his eyes: "Did he steal food or gold coins? Tsk, warned them not to do business on the Shi family territory..."

A rat man even grabbed a poisoned dagger and shouted nervously at Lao Bai: "Grandpa, are you here to catch us? Hurry up, let's go... The grandson and his brothers are behind to cover up, and grandpa and uncles will leave first..."

Lao Bai gritted his teeth and slapped at a group of nervous children and grandchildren.

"It depends on your promising prospects...ah? Is it necessary to catch us after the alarm bell? Is it good to have some promising prospects?"

Lao Bai suddenly opened the door and looked out nervously: "But, it's not really the children who have committed trouble again, right? Isn't it just to bring some food, drink and shiny? As for the gongs and drums like this? As for the gongs like this?"

Heavy footsteps came, and more than a dozen soldiers wearing heavy armor suddenly broke into the yard.

Lao Bai shouted, and wiped his hands on his belt. His claws were covered with sharp poison-tempering iron needles. Just as he was about to throw them out, a soldier who was leading the warrior roared in a low voice: "Is Lao Bai here? How many young and strong people are there under your command? Take your tribe members to the military warehouse to get a crossbow... prepare for the war!"

Lao Bai blinked desperately, and a group of children and grandchildren stood neatly behind him, trying hard to block the bowl of venom and a bunch of messy fragments on the table.

A group of rats grinned and tried their best to express a harmless expression.

"Preparing for war...who are we going to fight?" Lao Bai's voice was trembling: "The Cult of the Eternal Life? Isn't it? I really want to fight them? That's a group of monsters..."

The rat people in the world are family, so Lao Bai naturally heard about the evil and horror of the Changsheng Sect from various channels.

"Cleaning up the traitors." More than a dozen soldiers who broke into the courtyard looked at Lao Bai with a distorted face.

The door was half open and half closed, and Lao Bai poked his head out of the crack of the door, with a sneaky face and a cautious look on his face. That expression... These soldiers really wanted to kick him in the face.

I really want to beat him up!

"Cleaning up the traitors... This is the order issued by the Sixth Master!" The leader turned around and walked out of the yard: "Although you rats are useless, you will always hide behind and fire the hidden arrows, right? Go to the armament warehouse quickly... bring all the young and middle-aged people you can use under your command."

Lao Bai's eyes suddenly lit up.

The eyes of his group of children and grandchildren also became shiny and shiny.

"Go to the military warehouse to get crossbow arrows... It's not a good deal?" One of Lao Bai's sons poked his head out of Lao Bai's armpit and asked loudly at the group of soldiers who had already walked out of the yard.

The bodies of more than a dozen soldiers shook suddenly. They turned around with a messy look on their faces and looked at Lao Bai deeply.

Lao Bai grinned and showed two sharp front teeth.

"Of course... don't have money." The leader of the warrior grinned: "You just have to work loyally for the Sixth Master...what good things can't be obtained?"

"No money!" Lao Bai smiled.

"No money!" Lao Bai's group of children and grandchildren smiled.

After just half a cup of tea, more than two thousand rat people flocked into the Dashi City and ran towards the Wuguku with a "twitter" sound.

The armed deacon in Dashi City is open, with black skin, one-eyed, and Tieba, and other external deacons, with their tribesmen and subordinates, choosing the weapons they like in the armed deacon.

Piles of armored codes are placed in the warehouse, and piles of weapons are placed neatly on the shelf.
To be continued...