What?
What on earth were Yang Zhen and that damned cat talking about?
A crowd of people with strange expressions stared at a terrified Guo Jing. What could a mouse gnawing on a golden needle mushroom possibly mean that it had terrified Guo Jing, someone who was practically fearless in facing death, into such a wretched state?
Seeing Guo Jing terrified to such an extent, both Yang Zhen and the contemptible cat gained even more interest. They discussed the matter energetically, whispering with unnaturally loud voices. It was unclear if it was intentional, but everyone present heard them.
"Motherfucker, lad, I still think that smearing Sky Snow Honey on one's privates is the best way. Those gold-consuming rats would surely find it more enjoyable to gnaw."
"Bloody hell, how can you be so cruel? That's the root of man's life! Once the gold-consuming rat bites it, wouldn't it be like biting the dust?"
