The Wudi Laomu still smiled.
And began to explain the uses of her whiskers.
"An old demon's whiskers are imbued with its own vital energy.
First, holding my whiskers can ward off and repel all rat clans in the three rivers and four mountains surrounding my Wudi Cave.
However, each whisker can only be used once.
Second, my whiskers can unleash a burst of vital energy, reaching the peak of the Zhenguang realm, serving as a form of self-protection.
Third, my whiskers can be used as a medicinal ingredient, extending the lifespan of ordinary people."
The Wudi Laomu slowly spoke, revealing the three uses of her whiskers.
Upon hearing these three uses, we were all astonished and amazed.
It even made me quite excited.
Each of the three effects was incredibly potent.
To ward off and repel the rat clans of the three rivers and four mountains?
This alone seemed extraordinarily powerful.
Wasn't this like a "tiger tally" for the rat clan?
Holding this item, one could command the rat demon forces of Wudi Cave?
But aside from the first, the second was also impressive.
These small whiskers could unleash vital energy.
Possessing the power of the Zhenguang peak realm.
My master was currently only in the Zhenguang realm.
Yet, these whiskers of the Wudi Laomu could unleash such power.
What level of cultivation had this Wudi Laomu reached to be so formidable?
The uses were also significant, serving as a trump card for survival.
The third use was the one I valued most.
Extending lifespan.
Due to my master's situation, I had harbored anxieties all evening.
If these items could be used as medicinal ingredients to extend life.
Feeding them to my master, wouldn't that be able to prolong his life? Kuaishu Ge.
I mused to myself.
Old Mo beside me was already quite excited:
"Holy cow, these tiny whiskers are actually this valuable."
"Indeed!"
Xia Qiu Xi nodded in agreement, showing surprise at the whiskers in her hand.
No wonder the masters were so excited and agreed without any hesitation.
Having such whiskers in hand was like gaining an extra life for us at this moment.
Our masters did not want us to encounter any misfortune.
Receiving such treasures, they naturally would not refuse.
Seeing that we understood the value of the whiskers, the Wudi Laomu continued:
"Alright, this old demon must be returning.
Fellow Daoists, we shall meet again if fate allows!"
The Wudi Laomu spoke slowly.
After saying this, the surrounding rats all prostrated themselves.
Letting out a "buzzing" sound again, clearly seeing her off.
Our masters cupped their fists in return:
"Farewell, Old Immortal!"
"Farewell, Old Immortal!"
"..."
The three of us, holding the whiskers, also cupped our fists.
And in the next second, a gust of wind surged around.
A wisp of energy shot out from the top of Granny Shu Guifang's head and then vanished.
The surroundings returned to calm.
Granny Shu Guifang then opened her eyes, which now resembled her own.
Her face was no longer contorted.
At this moment, the large rat at her feet "buzzed" against her leg.
Granny Shu smiled and picked it up:
"Alright, my son, mother is hugging you!"
She said, holding the large rat in her arms.
At the same time, she addressed the surrounding rat horde and the now unconscious Hui Sanshi (Gray Thirty-two) on the ground:
"Alright, everyone, disperse!
Carry Sanshi back to the cave.
Tomorrow, he will be sent back to Wudi Cave..."
The surrounding rat horde responded with "buzzing."
Then, with rustling sounds, they scattered in all directions.
Hui Sanshi, lying weakly on the ground, was bitten and dragged by a group of rats, disappearing into the roadside bushes in an instant.
At this moment, at the main gate outside the cemetery.
Only our group remained.
Granny Shu Guifang, stroking the large rat in her arms, looked at us again:
"Three fellow Daoists, your disciples are truly fortunate!
My old mother was willing to give them her life-sustaining whiskers.
It seems your disciples have a destiny with our Hui family's Wudi Cave."
My master also smiled:
"Indeed! I didn't expect the Old Immortal to be so generous with this meeting."
Granny Shu smiled again, looked at the three of us, and spoke hoarsely:
"You three must remember the kindness of my old mother!
Now, I must return to my shop.
Three fellow Daoists, this old woman bids farewell."
My masters simply nodded, cupped their fists, and remained silent.
Then they watched Granny Shu, holding the large rat, walk into the cemetery.
After a short while, she disappeared into the darkness.
After Granny Shu left, Old Mo suddenly asked:
"Master, is this Grandma alive?
Why is she holding a rat and calling it her son?
And why does she live in a graveyard?
I heard Qin Ze say before that she even opened a supermarket there, doing business specifically with ghosts?
Is that true?"
Old Mo posed a series of questions.
Uncle Master listened, sighed, and did not answer directly.
It was my master who replied:
"Sister Shu is also a pitiable person.
She was blessed with a child in her old age, which should have been a joyous occasion.
But after her child was born, he killed her husband.
Later, when the child was four years old, another accident occurred.
She herself suffered many hardships.
It is said that when her son died, she found a freshly deceased rat and attached its spirit to it.
In order to prolong her son's life, she has been doing business with ghosts here.
As for other origins, we are unaware.
However, only today did I learn that she is actually a disciple who serves the Wudi Cave.
It seems that the suffering she experienced before might be related to her becoming a disciple who serves them..."
Hearing my master say this.
I also became curious and asked:
"Master, is there a necessary connection between becoming a disciple who serves and experiencing suffering?"