It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Sun Tianxiang listened to what the rats were saying, her face a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Mu Qian and the other two saw the rat pause for a moment, then resume its frenzied gnawing on the bamboo weaving with even greater intensity, and they were all puzzled as to what was going on.

"Tianxiang, what were those mice chattering about just now?"

Sun Tianxiang chuckled as she recounted the mice's conversation, leaving the three of them somewhat amused and exasperated.

This is the consequence of failing to grasp the essence of human culture and engaging in misinterpretation.

After Sun Tianxiang patiently explained the meaning of "clung to someone's coattails" to the mice, they quieted down.

The largest mouse was squabbling and scratching at the gap it had chewed open.

"Chirp chirp..."

Are you a rat spirit?

"I'm not a rat spirit, I'm just a human who can understand animal language."

The mice were collectively deflated, thinking that their mouse clan had finally achieved something, managing to break the rules and cultivate into a spirit in a world where becoming a spirit was forbidden.

Seeing their low spirits, Sun Tianxiang quickly offered them a reward: "If you answer my questions, I'll buy you a hundred catties of grain."

"Chirp chirp..."

How much is 100 jin?

Sun Tianxiang pointed to a broken jar not far away, "That jar is full."

The mice, including those in the other cages, all turned their heads to look in the direction she was pointing.

"Chirp chirp..." That jar is quite big; it can hold a lot.

"Chirp chirp..." I agreed.

"Chirp..." Human, go ahead and ask!

Sun Tianxiang glanced at the three people beside her and nodded before asking her first question.

"Has anyone witnessed the murder that happened in this village last July?"

"Chirp chirp chirp..." I saw it, I saw it, it's absolutely terrifying.

"Chirp chirp..." The little guy seemed like a completely different person, he became so amazing.

"Chirp chirp chirp..." She's always been amazing. She took all the food I hid. What a hateful little thing.

Sun Tianxiang's eyes lit up immediately; these rats recognized the little guy with the broken bones.

It came so easily.

She looked at the mouse that had accused the little guy of stealing food. "Do you know that little guy?"

"Chirp chirp..." I recognize it.

"Chirp chirp..." I recognize it too.

"Chirp chirp..." It's too familiar, too familiar.

"..."

As soon as the words were spoken, almost every mouse started chattering as if they knew each other.

Sun Tianxiang turned to Mu Qian and said, "Boss, the mice all know that little guy."

Upon hearing this, the three of them became excited. Mu Qian said, "Keep asking."

Sun Tianxiang nodded and continued, "Where is that little guy from? And what's his name?"

"Chirp chirp chirp..." She was from this village, and her name was "Bastard".

"Chirp chirp..." No, she's called a bastard.

"Chirp..." is a lowly creature.

"Chirp..." It's a bastard.

"..."

The mice started arguing over the name, which stirred up a storm in Sun Tianxiang's heart.

There's no need to specifically ask about the little one's experiences; just from the way she's addressed, you can tell she's having a very difficult time.

"Stop, you two, stop arguing."

Sun Tianxiang's gaze returned to the mouse she had just questioned. "You said she's from this village, so who are her parents?"

"Chirp chirp..." Her mother was the woman who was tied up, had no eyes or tongue, and had no flesh on her arms.

Sun Tianxiang's heart trembled as she listened. Bound, without eyes or tongue, and with no flesh on her arms—was it because she was too thin?

Thinking about it, she shook her head. Mice have very simple minds; what they say is always what they see.

So, if someone has no eyes, it means they've been gouged out; if they have no tongue, it means they've been cut off; if their arms have no flesh, it means they've been cut off?

If so, that would be too tragic.

She suddenly felt empathy for the little guy's act of massacring the village.

If her mother were treated like that, she would probably not only massacre the village, but also take her anger out on the law enforcement agencies.

"Who is her father?"

"Chirp chirp..." I don't know.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp..."

I've heard many villagers gather together and say: "Hey, Jiangzi, that bastard is your child, isn't he?"

Jiang Zi said: Who knows? It could be my sixth or eighth uncle.

……

The rat repeated what they had said, and Sun Tianxiang's face showed her anger.

The massacre of this village was absolutely justified.

Composing herself, she moved on to the next question, "So, do you know what the little one's mother's name is?"

"Chirp chirp..." I don't know, they all call that woman a bitch.

Sun Tianxiang was very disappointed. If they had known the name, they could have found out who this person was from the missing persons list across the country.

Seeing her disappointment, a mouse suggested, "Squeak squeak squeak squeak..."

Hey, human, if you're willing to give me an extra jar of food, I'll take you to our ancestor. Our ancestor lived a long time and knew a lot.

A jar of grain wasn't much for a special national personnel, and Sun Tianxiang agreed without even consulting the other three.

A group of mice were running ahead, and when you caught them one by one, it didn't feel like much.

The four people following behind felt a chill run down their spines.

Following a group of rats, they arrived at the best house in the village. The four of them stood outside the gate, not going in, as there was simply no place to put their feet.

The mice kept chirping, and only Sun Tianxiang could understand what they were saying: "Ancestor, come out quickly! There's a human who understands mouse language and has something to ask you."

Other mice chimed in, saying, "Answer the question and we'll give you grains back! Ancestor, come out quickly!"

The mice chattered for about three minutes, and then a large rat's head peeked out from the open doorway of the main room.

The big rat stretched out its head to communicate with the other rats in the yard, asking what was going on.

Sun Tianxiang didn't disturb them; it was better to let their kind explain it than to let her explain it herself.

Five minutes later, after the big rat had fully understood what was going on, it revealed its entire body.

This mouse is really big, about the size of an adult rabbit.

The four men's expressions changed upon seeing this; perhaps this rat had become a spirit.

The big rat came out, and the other rats made way for it, directly facing the four people at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Chirp chirp..."

Humans, plus a jar of grain.

Instead of immediately agreeing to the bargaining, Sun Tianxiang said, "If you can tell me everything I want to know, I'll give you an extra jar of grain."

The big rat took a few steps forward, "Squeak squeak..."

The rat had lived for over thirty years and knew everything about the little guy who killed the whole village and his mother.

Sun Tianxiang nodded. "All I need to know is about that mother and daughter."

After that, without Sun Tianxiang even asking, the big rat told her everything it knew.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp..."

The little boy's mother was very beautiful. She was drugged and brought here by a wicked girl named San Niu. The bad guys in the village called the little boy's mother "capitalist's daughter," and some even called her Yun Jiaoyue.

They all bullied her. Later, she had a child, and the one she gave birth to was the baby who wiped out the entire village.

The baby was born with nothing to eat, and the bad things wouldn't give her anything to eat either. The baby's mother had no choice but to bite her own hand to feed the baby blood.

Upon hearing this, Sun Tianxiang's eyes widened in shock.

Can a newborn baby survive by drinking blood?