0p0 Chapter 390 Treasure Hunting Rat
Chapter 390 Treasure Hunting Rat
But his parched throat could only squeeze out a faint sound, like the flapping of mosquito wings in the empty cave.
Gu Yang and Hu Qing sat cross-legged beside the fire, their eyes slightly closed, spiritual energy flowing around their bodies, obviously they were practicing.
The hateful purple dragon curled up in the corner, snoring softly and occasionally smacking his lips, as if he was enjoying delicious food in his dream.
A hint of resentment flashed in the rat man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.
He carefully looked around, trying to find a chance to escape, but found in despair that his storage bag had disappeared long ago, and even the few poison needles hidden under his fur had been looted.
At this moment, Gu Yang suddenly opened his eyes and shot a sharp gaze straight at him.
The rat man shuddered and almost screamed out.
"Awake?" Gu Yang's voice was as cold as ice. "Then we should have a good talk."
Inside the cave, the flickering light of the campfire made Gu Yang's face appear bright and dim.
He half-knelt in front of the rat man, his shadow looming over him, like a cold-blooded god of death.
The rat man trembled all over, beads of sweat rolled down his gray-brown fur, and a few hoarse syllables squeezed out of his throat: "Water... I want... water..."
Hu Qing took out a bamboo tube from his storage bag and put it to the rat man's mouth expressionlessly.
The rat man swallowed greedily as if he had been granted amnesty. Clear water flowed from the corners of his mouth, washing away the blood scabs on his fur.
When the water touched the severed left leg, the intense pain made his whole face twisted, and he choked and coughed repeatedly, spraying out several streams of water.
"Cough cough cough..." The rat man arched his body in pain, and the bandage on his broken leg began to bleed again.
After a long while, he finally caught his breath, his voice as weak as a mosquito's:
"My Lords... I was wrong... I won't do it again... I'll confess everything..."
Hu Qing played with the rusty metal arrow, the arrow body glowing ominously in the firelight.
He asked calmly, "Where did this thing come from? It shouldn't be yours, right?"
The rat man's eyes rolled around as he secretly looked around the cave, as if he was confirming something.
After a long while, he stammered, "This...this arrow...I dug it up from the ground by chance..."
Gu Yang sneered and tapped the hilt of the knife lightly with his fingers, making a crisp metallic sound.
He had long expected that this rat man would not confess honestly, but now he was at the mercy of others, and he had plenty of ways to make this cunning guy speak.
"Then what is your relationship with the Orc Palace?"
Gu Yang continued to press his questions, his voice filled with an irresistible sense of oppression.
The rat man's eyes flickered. Seeing this, Hu Qing directly placed the sharp tip of the arrow against the rat man's intact right leg and gestured back and forth slowly.
The hard tip of the arrow scratched the fur, oozing out traces of blood.
"Sir, spare my life!" The rat man was so frightened that his soul was about to leave his body. He shouted in panic, "Tell the truth! This arrow... I stole this arrow from the palace treasury!"
"what?!"
Hu Qing and Gu Yang's expressions changed at the same time. They looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
Logically speaking, the Orc Palace must be heavily guarded, not to mention the treasury, which must be heavily guarded. How could this ratman steal the treasure without anyone noticing?
Gu Yang grabbed the rat man by the collar and lifted him up from the rock wall: "You'd better speak clearly. If you dare to lie..."
He glanced at the ratman's bloody broken leg, and the meaning was self-evident.
The rat man shrank his neck and looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid that there were ears on the other side of the wall.
It licked its cracked lips and made a hoarse gurgling sound in its throat, obviously very thirsty.
Seeing this, Hu Qing sighed, took out the leather bag from his waist, poured some water into it and handed it over.
The rat man quickly took it and drank a few greedy gulps. Water droplets dripped down his gray-brown fur. Only then did he catch his breath and continue his story.
"I... I'm a treasure-hunting rat, born with the ability to sniff out the precious aura of spiritual objects."
It rubbed its paws, its eyes flickering, as if recalling the thrilling experience.
Gu Yang nodded slightly. He remembered that when he first met this rat man, the other party did introduce himself, but he didn't expect that it was so bold as to dig into the palace.
The rat man swallowed and lowered his voice, "I drank too much that day and was quite drunk.
But his nose was more sensitive than usual, and he smelled a strong scent of treasure deep underground. In a moment of greed, he dug down... "
When it said this, it trembled involuntarily, as if it was still frightened.
"As I was digging, I suddenly felt the soil around me was different; it was hard and cold, like it had been compacted by humans.
My heart skipped a beat, and I sobered up instantly. Then I realized—I had actually dug underneath the palace!
Gu Yang frowned and said in a cold voice: "The palace is heavily guarded, and there must be restrictions underground. How dare you, a mere treasure-hunting rat?"
The Rat Man shrank his neck and said with a wry smile, "Your Excellency, I was indeed confused at the time, but I had already dug it up, so how could I dare to show my head?
There is a powerful aura above the palace, any one of which can crush me to death!
The little one was so frightened that he could only continue to drill down, and ended up...he dug up a stone slab.
When it said this, it turned its eyes to Hu Qing, as if it wanted to say something but stopped.
Gu Yang made an impatient "tsk" sound and urged, "Stop keeping us in suspense. What's so strange about that stone slab?"
The rat man laughed dryly and rubbed his paws, saying, "Don't worry, sir. I'm... I'm thirsty..."
Hu Qing rolled his eyes and poured it some more water. The rat man gulped it down and continued:
"I thought it was just an ordinary stone, so I pushed it hard. To my surprise, the stone slab slowly moved away, revealing a dark secret passage!
The aura of treasures in there was overwhelming, making me dizzy and dazed. Driven by greed, I went in..."
When it said this, its voice trembled slightly, and its claws unconsciously gripped the ground:
"As soon as I entered, I was stunned—that wasn't a secret passage at all! It was clearly the palace's treasure vault!
The surroundings were filled with spiritual weapons, elixirs, and ancient books, and the precious light was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes!
But before I could touch a treasure, suddenly—a 'boom' sound came, and a terrifying aura locked onto me! "
The rat man shuddered, as if he had returned to that moment: "So there's an elder in charge of the treasure house!
As soon as the old man opened his eyes, I knew it was over, so I quickly grabbed two things and ran away!
"Two?" Hu Qing keenly grasped the key point and narrowed his eyes. "You didn't explain it clearly just now."
The rat man said awkwardly, "It's... a bronze mirror, and this arrow.
The elder's attack was extremely fast, and I couldn't escape at all. In a hurry, I raised the bronze mirror to block it..."
Gu Yang's eyes flashed with interest: "Oh? That mirror can actually block the attacks of the palace elders?"