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Upon reminder, Qi Shuo savored the moment, plunging a dagger into the man—not fatal, but enough to cause excruciating pain. "You’re quite clever; I can’t believe you tricked me!"
"Sang Qingxiao," he called out again, prying open the man's mouth to take a look. Amidst the earlier screams, there seemed to be another sound hidden within.
Following his orders, he peered inside. There was nothing in the mouth.
He looked deeper and noticed what appeared to be a tubular object lodged in the throat. With some tools, he gently prodded it and found it was tightly adhered. Removing it wouldn’t be difficult, but he feared damaging the vocal cords.
If he couldn’t speak, how could they address the issue?
For now, they would have to leave it as is. He repeatedly instructed his subordinates to ensure the mouth was tightly sealed.
Qi Shuo had other matters to attend to and decided not to interrogate further today. Just as he was about to ask Sang Qingxiao if she wanted to go back to the capital, he noticed her standing still, frowning as she gazed into the distance.
"Miss Sang, what’s wrong?"
Sang Qingxiao countered, "Didn’t you see that man smirking when he was taken away?"
Uh, after digging into someone’s throat, his hands were too dirty; he had been focused on washing them and hadn’t paid attention.
Sang Qingxiao continued, "He indeed succeeded; something is approaching."
Though Qi Shuo hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he trusted Sang Qingxiao’s instincts. He shouted a warning, but everyone else looked confused.
He raised his voice again. "There’s a pack of beasts approaching! Stay alert!"
Lei Zong'ao reacted the fastest. Although he didn’t understand what Qi Shuo meant, he followed orders without hesitation.
With a command from him, the Grave Repair Craftsmen sprang into action in an orderly manner.
Sang Qingxiao swiftly moved ahead. Not far from her position, she spotted a massive swarm of rats scurrying across the ground. As they moved, more rats joined their ranks.
Among them were newborns that couldn’t keep up with the main group and were trampled underfoot.
Leading the pack was a particularly large rat—its size comparable to a human arm—with glowing red eyes. Its speed rivaled that of dogs as it dashed forward.
When they reached a fork in the path, they instinctively split up, heading towards several other tombs.
Sang Qingxiao hurried back to inform everyone of this development.
Qi Shuo quickly instructed his subordinates to relay the message to each Royal Tomb.
When they finally confronted the swarm of rats, the Grave Repair Craftsmen initially weren’t too frightened. Despite their numbers, they were just rats after all.
With a group of guards at the front blocking the fiercest wave, only ordinary-sized rats slipped through to the back—still manageable in number. A single swing of an iron shovel could easily crush many of them.
As someone was bitten by the Fang Mouse, gasps of horror filled the air. This mouse actually ate human flesh! With just a small nod, it could take a sizable bite!
"Ah!! It even bit through my shoe!" cried out a man, losing half of his Big Toe in the process.
In agony, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, becoming a target for countless mice surrounding him. By the time everyone realized what was happening, the mice had already taken turns biting, and in no time at all, they had devoured nearly a third of the man's flesh.
The crowd rushed forward to save him, but it was too late. They could only watch helplessly as a living person was consumed by the mice. Even his hard bones were crunched with a sickening sound.
Clothes, flesh, bones, and hair—nothing remained. After consuming so much, the mice's bellies bulged visibly with blood vessels, yet they seemed oblivious to their fullness and continued to scurry around, biting everything in sight.
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