As early as when it was beaten by the charcoal-headed man, the spiritual power of the rat demon had dissipated and returned to its original form. A skinny mountain rat with yellow hair and only half the size of an adult's palm.

The charcoal-headed man grabbed it and squeezed the mountain rat to death.

Twist off its head and a small yellow bead will roll out. It is not big, about the size of a pea.

He took a look and said with some disdain: "This rat demon's inner elixir is too small. I don't even want it."

Milk ball stretched out his hand on the roof: "Give it to me."

The charcoal-headed man flew up, stood beside the milk ball, and handed her the mouse's inner elixir.

"Master! What do you want this for? This inner pill is too small and is completely useless."

[You know nothing. Using this inner pill to appease these field mice can be considered as revenge for them. If we don't give them some benefits, what if they run around and spread the plague to the farmers here?]

Black charcoal head: "......"

After all, he is the master and he is always thoughtful.

Milk ball pointed to the bottom of the roof and signaled to the black charcoal head: "Take me down, down."

The black-haired man squatted down and let his master climb onto his back. When she put her arms around his neck tightly, he grabbed her legs with his backhand and leaped down.

The field mice were terrified. This black guy had just crushed the foreign mouse to death. Would such a powerful person kill them too?

When they reached the ground, Black Charcoal-haired man put his master down. Chu Xiaoxiao held the rat spirit's inner elixir in her hand and glanced at the multitude of field mice below who were silent as a cloud of fear.

【Ask them, who is the leader here? 】

Without wasting a second, Heitantou shouted loudly, "Who is the leader here?"

The field mice looked at each other, not understanding what Black-Head meant by this question.

"Why is he asking that? Is he trying to get our heads off?"

"No way! He didn't say anything!"

"Don't be impatient, wait and see, maybe he is just asking casually and has no intention of doing anything to us."

"......"

[What's wrong with these field mice? Why don't they admit who is the leader? Are they afraid? Black Charcoal Head! Explain to them the use of this mouse inner pill in my hand.]

"Yes! Master!"

Black-haired man respectfully took the mouse's inner elixir from Milk Ball's hand and faced the tens of thousands of field mice below.

He said with a face that deserved a beating: "The thing in my hand is the inner elixir I took from the rat demon that I just crushed to death.

This thing has a certain amount of spiritual power, and can cure the plague in your body. One inner pill can only be taken by one mouse.

As for who it should be given to, your leader has the final say. Who is in charge here? Come out quickly and don't keep my master waiting for too long.

You are all infected with the plague, so you must not run around outside. If the plague spreads to humans, it will be a huge disaster."

The field mice were very curious when they heard that the inner elixir of the foreign mouse was very effective in curing the plague.

"What is the inner elixir? This is the first time I've heard of this thing. Could it be the heart of that rat?"

"Impossible. How can the heart be called an inner elixir? That thing should be something that it cultivates. I heard that animals that cultivate will form a elixir in their bodies."

"What about the spiritual power? Is there spiritual power in the inner elixir of cultivation? Is it that magical?"

"I don't know. None of our field mouse clan has ever practiced cultivation. Who knows if there is spiritual power in the inner elixir?"

"There must be one. If not, how could that black boy tell us? He can't lie to us. The question is, who is the person in charge in our clan?"

Milk Ball seemed to have realized that the field mice were just a mob without a leader.

She held the bottle and drank several gulps, feeling very tired.

[There are so many field mice, but there is no leader. I am speechless! Why is no one coming out to get the inner elixir? Black charcoal head! Tell them that if they can't manage these mice with plague, I will kill them with fire.

If there are rats who are brave enough to stand up and manage them well, I will find a way to cure the plague in them. 】

After the black-haired man repeated Chu Xiaoxiao's meaning, a vole that looked older and more stable came out.

It stood upright and bowed to the charcoal-headed and milk-ball-shaped people like a human: "You two, our group of voles is a big family, without any leader. I am considered to be the oldest in this group.

Can you give me the inner elixir? In the future, I will lead them to try not to harass the humans living nearby. We, the field mouse tribe, all stay outside in the fields and basically do not compete with house mice for territory.

The plague in our bodies cannot be transmitted to humans unless house mice come to the wild to play with us field mice."

"Can you guarantee that you won't pass on your diseases to humans?" The charcoal-headed man handed the inner elixir in his hand to the field mouse. "If you can guarantee that, then eat this inner elixir. My master will take care of the rest."

The old field mouse stretched out his front paws, held the inner elixir, and swore.

"I will make sure that we, the field mice, do not transmit our diseases to any animals, including humans. We stay in our own territory and never run around."

"Okay! You, eat it."

After saying this, Naituanzi rummaged through the small cloth bag he was carrying across his body and took out a bowl, a packet of medicine powder, and a bottle of water.

[This is spiritual spring water, and the powder is also made by me. It should be helpful for the plague. Black Charcoal Head! Help me mix the powder and water in a bowl. Tell these field mice to drink a sip each.]

Naturally, Black Charcoal Head did not dare to be lazy following his master's orders.

He mixed the powder with the spiritual spring water and said to the old field mouse beside him, "Let your people line up and drink a sip of water from the bowl. This is a reward from my master.

After drinking this, the plague in your bodies will be alleviated and you will not die easily. You should thank my master, live well in this field, and do not do anything that harms humans. "

When the field mice learned that the water could save their lives, they were all very happy and immediately lined up automatically.

They shouted in unison: "Yes! We remember it."

The old field mouse was also very happy. He sat aside holding the inner elixir and chewing it slowly.

After eating it, I felt like there was a fire burning inside my body. It was very uncomfortable, as if it was roasting all my internal organs dry.

The plump, white and cute baby stretched out a plump little finger and touched its head.

[Alas! Poor old field mouse, I helped you digest the inner pill, you must listen to me in the future! You cannot harm the crops planted by the farmer at will, you must protect the food in this field.

If you can do this, I will give you a chance to become a cultivated mouse. 】