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"Yidu is nice, but it's not my parents' home."

“Your mother and father are both this old. All the people we know are in the village. But if we go to Yidu, we won’t be able to find anyone to talk to.”

Even though Yidu has a thousand advantages and the village has a thousand disadvantages, Mother and Father's home is still in the village.

Mother gently stroked Zhuang Xing's head.

"Besides, what if Miss Yan comes back one day and can't find her? What will we do then?"

“If you go to Yidu, your journey home will be longer.”

"Since the government wants to plant wheat in the village and so many people have come, the village might not necessarily be worse than Yidu in the future."

"What are you thinking, Father?" Zhuang Xing asked his father.

The father scratched his head and said, "I don't like it over there."

My father suffered a lot in Yidu before, and he seems to have a very bad impression of Yidu.

Zhuang Xing had already consulted with the family, and then he looked at his little sister in his arms.

The little sister continued to bite his finger with great enthusiasm, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

That's so barbaric! She's her mother's daughter, yet she's not ladylike at all.

However... it's true that you develop feelings for a place you've lived in for many years.

This house holds many memories. It was built by Yan Huai'an through logging, and it also has special significance for Zhuangxing.

He swept the corners of the house; when he was still under his mother's waist, he often ran back and forth there.

If my parents move to Yidu, they won't have any acquaintances there anymore. What will they do in their spare time?

Most people can only sit in their empty mansions, and it's difficult to find someone to drink or brew tea with.

He figured it out and went back to decline the matter with the prefect.

The prefect was quite disappointed, saying that he would take good care of Zhuang Xing's family in the future. The next day, he sent some fine tea, wine and meat through an official messenger.

With this connection, Zhuang Xing no longer worried about his family being bullied.

He felt very comfortable sleeping in the house that day.

However, he had a strange dream.

In his dream, he crawled around inside the house, and from a strange perspective, he even crawled through the roof beams.

He saw his sleeping mother and father, his little sister sleeping in an unseemly position with drool on her face, and finally he saw himself, and then felt a sense of weightlessness as if he had fallen from the sky.

He jumped down from the roof beam and felt a familiar presence. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw a chubby white mouse falling freely toward him.

With a soft thud, the white mouse landed steadily on the bed next to him.

The white rat still had the same aura, but it was much larger and looked very different from before. However, it was also very similar to the white gold rat in the White Lotus Hermit's Compendium of Demons, especially its longer fur and round body.

Its body rolled twice, and then, not only the white mouse, but also two round white fur balls fell down, bouncing around a couple of times.

Zhuang Xing sat up and lit a small fire with his fingertips.

The white mouse squeaked and nudged Zhuang Xing, while the two little furballs beside it bounced around, very lively.

The two furry balls weren't afraid of people at all. Instead, they moved closer to Zhuang Xing and rubbed against his fingers, looking at the strange creature in front of them with curiosity.

At this moment, another chubby platinum mouse crawled out of the ground.

This platinum rat was one that Zhuang Xing had never seen before.

The platinum rat squeaked twice, and the fur on the two little furballs drooped down. They quickly rolled back off the bed and returned to the platinum rat's side.

The unfamiliar platinum rat seemed extremely wary of humans, watching Zhuang Xing very carefully before shrinking into its burrow.

Although he couldn't see it or the two little furballs, Zhuang Xing knew they hadn't left yet, but they were planning to slip away if anything went wrong.

Zhuang Xing looked at the familiar rat on the bed and couldn't help but ask, "You brought your wife and children?"

The last time I met the white mouse was back when I was with the mandrill, three years ago.

Unexpectedly, three years later, the white mice had families and gave birth to two baby white golden mice.

Its wife appears to be a legitimate purebred platinum rat, with an unmixed aura, unlike its bloodline which was activated halfway through its life.

Three years ago, it took all the white-tailed jackal demon cores from Zhuang Xing. So many demon cores were eaten by it, and that power must have caused it to transform into this form.

White Mouse arrived at Zhuang Xing's house with his family. His intuition told him that it was definitely not just to visit his old friend.

Zhuang Xing recalled that strange perspective he had just experienced, as if he could see the entire house...

"Squeak, squeak."

The white mouse nudged Zhuang Xing's hand, then suddenly jumped off the bed, wiggled its fat bottom, burrowed into the hole, and when it came back, it spat out a wooden sword from its mouth.

This wooden sword was brought home by Zhuang Xing a year ago.

It was a small ritual object that he bought in the city to ward off evil spirits and protect his home.

He held the wooden sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and once again saw that very different perspective.

At the same time, he also sensed the white rat; the wooden sword and the white rat were somehow connected.

How amazing...

The white rat had somehow connected with the house and the estate through this wooden sword.

After Zhuang Xing grasped the wooden sword, the white rat also bit the wooden sword.

Suddenly, some images flashed before Zhuang Xing's eyes. He paused, closed his eyes, and focused on sensing them.

It was before the snow fell, and his perspective became extremely low. He was lying in a corner, and when he looked back, he saw a white hamster with a swollen belly.

Ahead lies the Zhuang family's residence, where a unique aura emanates—a protective talisman drawn by Zhuang Xing himself.

He and his wife dug a nest under the house and built it with straw.

Zhuang Xing immediately understood that this was the white rat's perspective. It was when the white rat had just moved to this area that Zhuang Xing saw the lush greenery and heard the incessant chirping of cicadas. He knew that it happened in early summer of this year, when he was still cultivating on the mountain.

During the three years the white mouse disappeared, it must have met its wife somewhere, and after various events, it had its own children.

It returned to the village seeking help from Zhuang Xing and Yun Ling, but Zhuang Xing and Yun Ling were not in the village at that time. Perhaps it felt at ease with Zhuang Xing's true qi, so it chose to build its nest underground in Zhuang Xing's house.

Continuing on, after moving to Zhuang Xing's house, the white mouse rarely went out. Before his wife gave birth, the white mouse stayed by her side almost every step of the way, making him a very responsible husband.

As for food, it would emerge from the ground late at night and go to the place where the farmer stored his grain to retrieve it.

Its ability to conceal itself is outstanding, probably because it has no combat ability and is too weak, so it has been specially trained in this aspect. Or perhaps it was just an ordinary mouse before. When it hides and moves around the house, it never touches the protective talisman. It also avoids the magic power of the house-protecting wooden sword by relying on its keen sense of smell.

Even Zhuang Xing didn't realize it was hiding in his house, so his parents had even less chance of finding it.

And so it remained unnoticed from the time its leaves turned yellow until winter.

The pregnant platinum rat successfully gave birth to two little furballs, who lived by stealing rice from the farm owner, like little borrowers, quietly lodging there.

The parents hadn't told Zhuang Xing that the family's rice supply was running low, and he might have felt that the rice was being consumed faster. But the two white hamsters actually didn't eat much each day. Their main purpose in coming here was to find a safe and peaceful place to give birth to their offspring.

In terms of nourishing his wife, the white mouse seems to have found quite a few spiritual fruits and herbs over the past three years. It uses its storage magic to store these spiritual fruits in its mouth, and takes some out every now and then.

Perhaps it was this unique ability of its that made it stand out from other platinum rats that won the heart of that purebred platinum rat.

But it wasn't just about lodging; the white rat also did its part to repair some drafty spots in the house with mud, and reinforced some loose pieces of wood that had been stepped on.

Over time, the wooden sword used to ward off evil spirits developed a connection with the platinum rat, which unexpectedly became the house's spirit without the knowledge of the people inside.

This is an extremely rare case; the spirit of the dwelling, this kind of spirit, is recorded in the jade slip.

The conditions for the birth of a house spirit have not yet been fully understood. Although many predecessors have summarized some experiences, it is difficult to say whether they are sufficient and necessary conditions or sufficient but not necessary conditions.

However, most houses where house spirits are born have a few things in common.

Firstly, the owners cherish their houses very much, and people live in them all year round.

Secondly, the household has animals such as cats, dogs, cows, and horses, and most of these animals are quite old.

Thirdly, domesticated animals have a very good relationship with their owners, just like family members.

As its name suggests, a house spirit can protect and guard a home. Its most unique ability is to make a house seem to come alive. Becoming a house spirit is equivalent to transforming into a monster. Many of them are friendly to humans. It is said that powerful house spirits can even make various appliances in the house work by themselves, such as chopping wood, cutting vegetables, and cooking.

Zhuang Xing stroked the soft, long fur on the white mouse while he watched the VCR.

Zhuang Xing returned home a month ago. On that day, Bai Shu wanted to come and see him, but his wife stopped him.

Although Zhuang Xing was its friend, he did not know its wife and children.

Purebred Platinum Rats are timid and cautious, and being only a few months old after giving birth, they are bound to be wary of everything around them.

Its mate seemed to have wanted to leave the human-inhabited area a while ago, but one thing prevented them from doing so:

—This heavy snow.

Small animals are usually very sensitive to natural disasters.

Ants moving house and snakes crossing the road mean heavy rain is coming tomorrow.

Before major floods, earthquakes, droughts, and cold spells, the first to sense them are always small animals.

Platinum rats are very perceptive in this regard. They are naturally inclined to seek advantage and avoid harm, relying on their ability to sense danger to avoid the monsters that exist in this world.

They sensed that a heavy snow was coming. The two young children had not even mastered the art of burrowing underground. Where could they hide in such cold weather?

To be honest, it's not as comfortable as this place. It's warm, sheltered from the snow, and I don't have to worry about not finding food.

The only downside is the risk of being discovered.

For the past month, the white rat's wives seemed to have been secretly observing Zhuang Xing, and finally, they decided to come to him.

Having read this far, Zhuang Xing understood what the white rat meant.

The white rat wanted to settle down in their home; it was no longer the carefree rat demon that used to roam the world and sleep wherever it went.

Eight years ago, by chance, it bit into the tiger spirit's core. It has been adventuring everywhere, and was almost strangled by the restrictive spells on the jade slip. It has experienced life-and-death crises and some extraordinary encounters.

An ordinary little mouse has a lifespan of only two or three years, but it has already lived a lifespan that no mouse could ever reach.

She was transformed, found her true love, started a family, and had two lively children.

Perhaps it was already content. It didn't want to live a life of hardship and exposure to the elements. It just wanted to find a place to settle down peacefully. It heard someone say that fallen leaves return to their roots, so it returned to its original starting point.

The story of "The White Mouse" should come to an end.

Zhuang Xing picked up the white mouse, feeling deeply moved.