I am Jinshan Youxia

If it were truly an ordinary ancient Japanese world, would you try to change human history as a mouse?

Chapter 153 I am the King of Monsters

"The weather is nice today."

Zhang Chengyi lay comfortably on the thatched roof.

Three or four days had passed since the farmers fled. The continuous rainy days had finally stopped, and the bright sun had dried the thatch exceptionally well.

He didn't just randomly choose a farmer's house to stay in; he picked one of the wealthier farmers in the village, whose house had a good amount of grain stored inside.

The farmers haven't come back. He's been staying in the house eating and drinking, but field mice don't eat much, so he hasn't eaten much yet.

This morning, he even left the money he found in the house. He didn't care how much it was; he figured it was just compensation for food, lodging, and emotional distress.

Suddenly, Zhang Chengyi's pink nose twitched; there were many human scents approaching.

He stood up, placed his little paws on his non-existent eyebrows, and squinted as he gazed into the distance.

As we all know, rats have very poor eyesight. Field mice are a little better, but only compared to other rats in their family; they can't compare to humans.

The field mice that Zhang Chengyi added to had worse eyesight than humans, which shows how nearsighted they were.

As a group of blurry figures gradually approached from a distance, he could finally make out that they were the farmer who had fled earlier and two men dressed in black bodysuits, wearing knee pads, shoulder pads, groin pads, breastplates, and simple gas masks.

One had a small braid and looked to be in his early twenties, while the other had a receding hairline and was partially balding. He had styled his hair carefully to prevent others from seeing the sparse hair in the middle, but unfortunately, the mouse was looking down at him and could see it clearly.

Eh?

Did Japan have gas masks in ancient times?

While Zhang Chengyi was thinking, his little paws were unconsciously rubbing his cheeks, almost licking them.

The farmers quickly stopped, followed by a large group of villagers who had come to watch the spectacle.

The fleeing farmer bowed deeply, offered the money, and said, "Exorcist, I beg you."

"A rat monster, is it?"

One of the two oddly dressed men, the one with the ponytail, nodded, did not take the money, but instead took off the classic Japanese kusarigama from his waist and said, "No need for the money, it's just a little monster, it might have already run away."

He looked very relaxed, and after speaking, he quickly walked towards the house.

"Saruyama, don't embarrass us demon hunters!" shouted the Mediterranean-looking man behind him, carrying two large bundles on his back, with a grin.

There really are exorcists, huh?

Zhang Chengyi thought cautiously and shrank to the side. Even if he was proficient in martial arts, this tiny body could only bully ordinary people. If a martial artist came, he would have to run away.

The profession of exorcist sounds intimidating, which implies that there are monsters involved.

What if he has some kind of supernatural power? Wouldn't he be committing suicide if he showed his face?

As it turned out, Zhang Chengyi was overthinking things. The little-braided demon hunter wandered around the house, ransacking it, moving water tanks, digging mouse holes, and after all that trouble, he found nothing and didn't demonstrate any extraordinary power.

Aside from being stronger than ordinary humans, he's not much different from a martial arts practitioner in the world of Tianlong.

Seeing that he had no other choice, the little-braided exorcist returned dejectedly. He didn't bother with any trickery and simply said, "Damn it, that monster must have escaped. If you see it again, remember to come find us."

The Mediterranean exorcist echoed twice in agreement.

It seems they really are only here to exorcise demons.

[Is that all?]

Seeing that the two exorcists were about to leave, Zhang Chengyi thought for a moment, then shrunk his size and risked quickly approaching them through the weeds on the ground, chasing them all the way to the edge of the village.

"Damn it, we came out empty-handed and that giant spider got away..."

"It seems like there are more and more monsters lately. I don't know what's wrong with this world."

"Who says otherwise? The monster we went to hunt last time even ate the monks."

The two exorcists seemed completely oblivious to the tiny field mouse following behind them, chatting as they walked.

Zhang Chengyi grew bolder and bolder. At first, he followed far behind, then slowly approached, and finally, taking advantage of the Mediterranean demon hunter's inattention, he jumped onto the bundle and became an uninvited passenger.

The little-braided demon hunter sensed the wind and looked back, but his view was blocked, so he didn't see anything and didn't pay any attention to it.

Monsters, giant spiders, villages, monks...

Zhang Chengyi listened silently, memorizing the information.

However, the two exorcists didn't talk much. After chatting for a while, they kept their heads down and continued on their way. It has to be said that they were not only strong and fast, but also had excellent endurance. No wonder they were able to defeat monsters with their weapons.

Since they had no means of measuring time, they arrived at the entrance of a mountain village deep in the mountains as the sun began to set.

A huge snake carcass was being dragged in from the entrance of the mountain stronghold. It was at least 20 or 30 meters long and roughly 1.5 meters in diameter.

Zhang Chengyi was speechless. This thing was way too big! It was definitely a monster. When he saw someone coming from the entrance of the stronghold, he quickly crawled into his bundle to eavesdrop.

“Saruyama, Gyumaru, you’re back.”

"Go get checked out, then wash yourself, and have a good meal tonight."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chengyi's heart skipped a beat. What if they found out about him during the examination?

But if he jumps out now, he'll probably die even faster. If such a big snake dies, wouldn't such a small mouse die even faster?

He held his breath, trying his best to disguise himself as an ordinary field mouse—

No, I'm just a regular field mouse.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chengyi put his hands on his hips. He did feel a little off, but he was just an ordinary field mouse, not a monster.

As expected, the exorcist's stronghold's inspection failed to find the field mouse hidden in the bundle, and they even left the bundle aside during the inspection.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Chengyi adjusted his size to its smallest, crawled out of his bundle, and darted into the mountain stronghold close to the ground.

I'm very curious about monsters and exorcists.

But the monster knew immediately that he would be difficult to communicate with. It would be too dangerous for him, a weak little mouse, to go to the monster. It would be better to test the exorcist first.

Anyway, I'm going to be the King of Monsters someday, you little rat!

Zhang Chengyi quickly climbed onto the roof of a wooden house, stood up and looked out over the mountain village. His rat-like face grinned, making a laughing expression.

"Boom!"

A cat's paw descended from the sky, pinning the future king of monsters to the roof. Immediately afterward, a cat's head appeared, its vertical pupils scrutinizing Zhang Chengyi.

“Mica, ignore it, it’s just an ordinary mouse.”

A small, humanoid flea appeared above the cat's head and whispered, "It's probably because Saruyama didn't notice it running into the bag."

Mica nodded human-like, released her claws, and stared at Zhang Chengyi lying on the roof, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Chapter 154 Yun Yujie

I'm a field mouse, not a rat!

Wait, a cat with two tails called Mica, a flea-like person, an exorcist, ancient Japan—

Inuyasha?

Zhang Chengyi guessed, and in his heart he really wanted to pinch the flea and explain his race, but he still pretended to be dead and lay there.

Regardless of whether it's Inuyasha or not, if his two-tailed cat falls from the sky and pins him down, he can't resist. He might as well play dead.

Mica watched curiously for a while, then stretched out her paw and nudged Zhang Chengyi.

Don't make trouble.

Seeing that the mouse didn't react, Mica poked it again.

"..."

Is this never going to end?

Zhang Chengyi scrambled to his feet and dashed out.

"Snapped!"

He had only gone a few meters when Mica's claws arrived simultaneously, gently pressing him down before releasing him.

It feels strangely familiar.

Zhang Chengyi stopped pretending, stood up straight, looked up at Yunmu, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"A talking ordinary mouse?!" x2

The flea's surprised cry and the cat's meow rang out together, and both were translated into Chinese.

Even mica's calls can be translated. It seems that language isn't necessary; as long as there are coherent, communicative sounds, they can be translated.

"It's not a mouse, it's a field mouse!"

Zhang Chengyi retorted vehemently.

"A funny little mouse." The flea has four hands: one stroking its mustache, one stroking its chin, and two that can grip the mica's fur.

"bass!"

Zhang Chengyi leaped onto the mica, then pounced on the flea, shouting, "I'm a field mouse, not a rat!"

"Oops!"

The flea was pondering why an ordinary mouse without any demonic aura could speak when it suddenly realized that the large mouse was pouncing on it, and it quickly began to run away.

Although he is a monster, he is not good at fighting.

A field mouse and a flea began to dart and jump all over the cat, taking advantage of their small size.

Zhang Chengyi's speed is quite fast for a regular field mouse at its peak, but not as fast as a monster flea. However, he is not just a regular field mouse; he also knows martial arts and lightness skills. Even without internal energy, he can still run faster by using lightness skills.

He can also use parkour techniques on cats, and with these techniques, he almost knocked down the flea monster several times.

"Mica, come help me quickly!"

The flea monster narrowly escaped the claws once again, shouting loudly.

Mica turned her head to look at the two mice running around on her body and meowed, "Grandpa Mingjia, you're a monster, why are you afraid of ordinary field mice?"

"Oh, right." Mingjia slammed on the brakes, then reached out to block the enormous claw, and a vortex of demonic energy appeared around him.