The mouse looked at me.

I looked at the box.

Everyone is watching the show.

How much this fat mouse attaches great importance to the wooden box, needless to say that everyone knows clearly, in the underground planing holes are always carried, you can see how much it is like this small box.

For the first time since it was taken home by us, it was the first time since it was taken home by the wooden box.

"Don't get excited, I don't think about this box."I raised my hand and put the chopsticks on the squatting, saying that I was not “hostile.”

The rat squeaked twice, sniffed down from the chair, ran to my feet, and looked at me.

“Don’t think about me... the rat... you know...we don’t have any holiday...”

I explained it carefully, afraid of angering it.

The rat is not an ordinary animal, if it is launched, it will be light to spit on me!

Didn't the old man say, the squirrel is vomiting, the poison, the yang people are dead... My good days are not enough!

“Squeak.”

The rat whispered, lowered his head, looked at the little wooden box very gloomily, as if he did not expect the copper chain tethered to the wooden box would break.

"It shouldn't have dealt with you."The old man said calmly, taking a sip of tea: "It knows that we are not enemies."

I took two steps back cautiously and distanced myself from the rat.

At this time, the rat made a move that no one could have imagined.

It did not know whether the brain had smoked or what was the matter, jerked up a copper chain, ate half of it.

I said, “Is this mouse crazy?”

“Master Shen!It’s okay to eat a copper chain?”Chen Qiuyan asked, and his expression was also anxious.

The old man did not speak, silently looking at this scene, as if he were thinking.

Seeing him squeaky, we did not dare to ask more, let alone stop the rat, only look at it.

The rat did not care, and the head ate the two copper chains.

After eating, he jumped back to the table and began to look for food on the table.

“What is this situation?”I look at them confused.

“This rat . . . . a little weird...” Grandpa frowned: “It doesn’t seem to care about the box... but it looks like...”

“Master, may we be wrong?”The Changlong elephant ate the buns, spoke with us, and analyzed with us: "The two copper chains are not on its back, but let people lock it up, you see!Isn’t that angry?”

“Yes, right!”Seven treasures busy nod: "It also stepped on the paper people that day!"Let the live clam eat it!”

The old man's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly let me pick up the wooden box and see if the rat had any other reaction.

With this order, I hesitated, or bit my teeth to pick up the wooden box.

I am not close to the guinea pig, even if it thinks of me, it will certainly let the old man stop...

“Squeak.”

The rat screamed, saw me pick up the wooden box, but did not come to snatch the move, but showed a kind of humane look.

Disliked.

Really, I can see that it hates this rotten wooden box.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the grandfather, even the dragon elephant they are full of excitement, have asked me to open the box, to see what kind of baby is inside.

“There’s no agency in there, right?”I asked carefully.

The old man beckoned and motioned for me to hand him the wooden box.

After studying it in his hand for a while, he frowned: "It seems that there is no organ."

“It should be a pull-and-pull box... there are buttons on both sides!”The old man said, testing to open the copper buckle on the top of the wooden box, gently twitching the plank...

Soon, the contents of the box appeared in front of us.

It was covered with black cloth, and it seemed like it was a whole piece.

It was just folded into it, and the old man took it out, and the box was completely empty.

“No, not?”Seven treasures are full of amazement: "Where is the baby in this box?

The old man did not have much reaction, holding this black cloth, looked at it for a while, and asked me to bring him a magnifying glass, as if to study it in detail.

I took the magnifying glass and looked down, and saw that the black cloth was full of dense gold points, and I followed someone with gold ink on it, and looked very eye-catching.

“Lord, what are these gold points?”

“Probably a word.”

The old man said, taking the magnifying glass, looked at the black cloth in silence for a moment, and finally nodded: "It is indeed a word."

“What word?”Chen Qiuyan asked excitedly.

“This is as if it were a fang soli...” the old man said, handing the black cloth to Chen Qiuyan, meaning that they would also open their eyes.

Finally, Chen Qiuyan, seven treasures, and Changlong elephants, none of them fell, and all looked around with a magnifying glass wheel.

In the end, no one saw anything like that.

Until this black cloth is my turn, holding a magnifying glass to see...

The words that are written on it... aren’t they all shaved?

Although I don't know much about this text, I don't even know the fur, but I have seen it.

This font structure is exactly the same as the old man wrote to me!

“Sir, is this the baby that Miao Wu people are looking for?”

“Nine out of ten.”The old man grinned, although the smile was still calm, but the ecstasy in his eyes was still obvious.

The technique recorded on this piece of cloth... how powerful is it to lead to a squat like the Miaowu people?

Ordinary square art for the Miao Wu people, should be indifferent things, I am afraid that only those rare to the extreme magic can hook the Miao Wu people's mind.

“What kind of art is this described above?”I asked, “Is it Taoist art or Miao Wu’s taro on their veins?”

The old man was not in a hurry to give the answer, took the magnifying glass, studied it in detail for a while, and finally said it.

It must be taro.

“Who the author is... there is no writing on it...” The old man looked at us and said to us; “The opening title looks a bit like a book...it seems to be called the Funeral Mantra...

Speaking of this, the old man no longer spoke loudly, silently looked at it for a while, and the surprise in his eyes became more and more heavy.

“What did you introduce?”Seven treasures asked, can not help but be curious.

"This funeral person's scriptures recorded that it should be the life of a certain lily high man in the Shu Han period, the old man endured the excitement and whispered: "There are 800 kinds of taro, the first four hundred kinds of chlams can save people, the last 400 kinds of studs can kill ..."

“Master Shen, what is the best of these techniques than today’s studs?”Seven treasures asked.

"It must be great above."The old man said with great certainty: "Although all the French will innovate, the innovative things may not have the good works of ancient times, let alone..."

He said, Grandpa nodded, his eyebrows frowned.

"I have never heard of the tadpoles above, and these three live clams alone, which are very different from modern chlam."

“How big is the entrance?”I asked.

"Modern clams raise clams, is to let the live clams live in themselves, to themselves as a container..." The old man frowned, the expression more and more heavy: "But the first record of these kinds of live clams, have to be integrated into the clam master's own, to eat the flesh of the clam master..."

“Isn’t that the same?”I wondered, "I heard you say that a lot of live clams need to be fed."

"This is different."The old man shook his head: "Integrate into the body, deposit the body, these are two concepts, that is to say..."

My grandfather looked at me and his face was heavy.

"If you use the above method to raise a living clam, then you are equivalent to a few more body organs, as long as you do not die, the live clam will not be destroyed..."

I was cold and didn’t speak.

Grandpa looked at the piece and continued to tell me.

Live clams are injured to injury, and the squirrel will not be affected.

If the stalker is injured, the living clam will do its best to repair the body of the clam master to ensure its own safety.

"According to the above stalking practice, in less than a year and a half, the flesh and blood on the body of the sturgeon will likely become something that comes from the living clams..."