Jiang Wenpei didn't move. Holding a defensive gun in one hand and taking a whistle from his pocket with the other, he said, "You have trespassed on the sacred ground. You are the ones who should leave."

Meng Ruliu knew he had the ability to control wild beasts with a whistle. Seeing him take out the whistle, she immediately recalled the scene where he summoned a tiger to attack her and Su Wan. She wondered what he would summon this time.

Her heart tightened, and she picked up her defensive pistol and walked towards Jiang Wenpei, saying, "Put down the whistle, or I'll shoot."

Jiang Wenpei said, "I am a servant of the Creator, and I must stop you."

Meng Ruliu shouted, "I told you not to brag, I really can shoot!"

Ignoring her warning, Jiang Wenpei put the whistle in his mouth.

Before the whistle could even sound, a rat darted out from a crevice in the rocks and rushed toward Meng Ruliu.

Meng Ruliu exclaimed in surprise, "You...you actually summoned rats!"

Instinctively, she lifted her foot and stomped on the panicked rat, but then the image of the rat's disgusting appearance flashed through her mind, and she quickly lifted her foot again. The rat was already dead, its belly ripped open and its intestines spilling out.

A squeaking sound came from underground.

This was the first time Meng Ruliu had ever heard such a strange sound. It felt like the squeaking sound was coming from all directions, as if countless whistles were surging from underground to the surface, and even the noisy rain couldn't drown it out.

Not only her, but Jiang Wenpei and the Jin soldiers behind her also looked around in bewilderment. Jiang Wenpei said, "It wasn't me..."

He hadn't even blown the whistle yet when the rat rushed out.

The next moment, rats, black and gray, darted out from the crevices of the rocks, the holes in the grass, and the gaps in the stone walls. The smallest were as big as a child's fist, and the largest were as thick as an adult's arm. At a glance, the entire grassland was filled with rats; it was impossible to tell how many thousands had darted out.

"The old...rat is coming!" Meng Ruliu cried out and retreated.

Although she had a brave personality, she had harbored a deep fear of rats since childhood. These things were terrifying—eyes the size of mung beans, grayish-black fur, and a bald tail. But that wasn't the scariest part; the scariest part was how fast they ran, and what if they crawled onto a person…

The rats were scattered all over the grass, running in all directions in a panic. A large black rat crawled up her boot and onto her leg. She could even feel the rat's claws scratching at her leg through her pants.

She screamed and retreated, using her defensive rifle as a club to bang it down. The large rat was hit on the head by the rifle and fell off her lap.

The Jin soldiers, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of so many rats, lashed out with their swords and spears. Taking advantage of the chaos, Jiang Wenpei opened the door, slipped inside, and closed the metal door behind him.