Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

An Rushuang turned to look at the old man, who was striding over at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

When he reached the basket, the old man reached out and picked up a heavy inkstone, directly pressing the lid of the basket tightly.

Then turned his head to look at An Rushuang: "Anything heavier? Bring them all!"

His face was heavy and he didn't seem to be joking.

And the Teng basket he was holding down also made a stern squeak for a while, this sound was extremely strange, as if a big chaos was going on inside!

The ear-piercing sound kept ringing, and the lid of the Teng basket that was pressed by the inkstone was bumped from time to time. Although the old man was pressing hard, it seemed that the next moment, the contents inside would pop out.

An Rushuang was startled, and she instantly understood that these three mice had entered this crazy state because they had eaten Meng Li's carrion.

She understood it in her heart, and got up to do things altogether, and she opened the door and said: "Go, move the big jar from the courtyard to the house."

He asked another one: "Move the stone in front of the door."

After An Rushuang asked for the stove and charcoal, the two couldn't help being dumbfounded.

One stammered and asked: "Then...that tank has been useless for a long time, now it's very dirty..."

"It doesn't matter, go!"

An Rushuang simply took the ropeway.

When the other person who was ordered to move the stone heard this, he didn't dare to say the question that came to his lips.

The two of them had to go to work in a hurry.

But the old man didn't have time to pay attention to what An Rushuang was talking about. His arm trembled slightly, as if he would be unable to hold it in the next moment.

An Rushuang frowned slightly.

Soon, five sturdy soldiers entered the house carrying an outline.

Several people looked at the general’s wife blankly, wondering what the general’s wife wanted this tank to do, but seeing the cold face and murderous An Rushuang, no one dared to ask.

After a while, the two soldiers also carried the stone into the house.

An Rushuang's expression relaxed a little, and he looked at the people and said, "You have worked hard, let's rest first!"

After closing the door, she turned to look at the old man, seeing that sweat was already appearing on the old man's face, she couldn't help frowning and said, "Get the cage here!"

The old man glanced at An Rushuang in a daze, and then looked down at his subordinates. With this increasingly intense collision, he knew that An Rushuang was right to do so.

He can't control these things at all.

Thinking about this, he quickly grabbed the basket and strode to the front of the big tank, but before he had time to throw it in, the whole bottom of the basket fell directly to the bottom of the tank, with a sharp squeak. With a squeak, two mice and an empty mouse skin also fell down.

The bowl fell into the tank with a crisp cracking sound, and there was no carrion in it.

When the two looked at the basket, they saw that the bottom was all bitten through!

An Rushuang and the old man looked at each other, and the two of them couldn't help but feel a chill.

I thought that the rat would at most become a living corpse after eating the rancid odor, but the living corpse moved very slowly, but unlike this mouse, it was actually in a short period of time, as if something abnormal happened. It is shocking.

The two looked down into the tank, and An Rushuang thought in his heart, if he didn't see well, he would directly smash the stone down. It was just two mice. Can a stone not die!

But the two mice didn't mean to climb up at all. They were similar in shape, and now they both had red eyes and a sharp squeak in their mouths.

An Rushuang frowned, the carrion made the mouse very aggressive.

The old man could not help but said solemnly: "Thanks to you."

He sighed, if it wasn't for this girl, he might have been bitten by this crazy mouse!

If it is usually fine, but at this time, he is likely to lie on the ground and bite people together.

Thinking that he might become some kind of crazy look, the old man couldn't help but feel lingering.

An Rushuang turned a deaf ear to what he said, only instructing: "Bring the soup here and try it!"

The old man shook his head, and said slowly: "Don't panic, wait, there won't be much soup, wait for them to solve one."

An Rushuang understood in an instant that these two mice were not easy to deal with, but they could wait for them to deal with themselves.

Now these mice have become aggressive. One mouse has only fur, and there are two more. Although they are evenly matched, there will always be one death and one injury. Then they will be easier.

An Rushuang figured out the key points, so he nodded slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

The two waited, watching the two mice slaughter in the tank, time passed by, and it was already night.

The two watched nervously, and both forgot to eat and drink.

Finally, one mouse was eaten by the other, and the last one lay exhausted on the bottom of the tank. If it weren't for the red eyes that were still on, An Rushuang even thought it was dead.

The two finally waited until this moment, they looked at each other, and the old man quickly went to get some soup.

Pork blood was added to the soup, and it was poured directly to the bottom of the tank, and soon it was licked by the winning mouse.

Those red eyes stared at the two of them, eagerly, as if they wanted to eat.

An Rushuang frowned. The mouse's tyrannical appearance has not faded. This means that Lu Wanqing's soup is not an antidote at all.

Thinking like this, she sat aside with a deep sigh. They tossed for the soup for a day, but they got this result.

"Girl, come and see!"

Suddenly hearing the old man's call, An Rushuang's heart tightened, and he quickly looked.

I saw that the mouse was at the bottom of the tank, his figure was already slightly smaller, the gray hairs all over his body were not bursting like before, and his eyes had returned to their previous blackness.

It seems that all symptoms have returned to normal.

An Rushuang was overjoyed, the soup cup stuff seemed to have some effect.

The old man also relaxed a little on his face, and quickly went to get the soup cup, reached out and handed it to An Rushuang.

"Quickly, feed him!"

He pointed at Meng Li with his chin.

An Rushuang took the soup cup and walked to Meng Li's bed. When the soup was about to be fed to Meng Li's mouth, she stopped.

The old man looked at her questioningly: "What's the matter?"

An Rushuang frowned and looked at the soup cup in his hand: "I am a little worried..."

The old man chuckled, "I have tried everything, what's the worry?"

"Not worried about the results of our attempts."

An Rushuang shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice, "I just don't believe Lu Wanqing."