How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"Don't dare, don't dare, I am, this is just a whim!"

The old squirrel, who was only interested in the number of words, did not dare to make the same mistake again, and respectfully began to tell Wang Heng a story.

"Master Psychic, you don't know, our Wangjia Village is a place with spirits..."

Through the description of the old squirrel, a sad love story about the current squirrel king unfolded in front of Wang Heng.

It was an early morning, and the Squirrel King and his people got up early. As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm.

The squirrels who get up early also have nuts to eat, otherwise they will be picked by the hateful human cubs, and they will either be used as marbles in the slingshot, or they will be eaten and spit out and wasted on the mountain paths.

Just when the squirrel king bent down to set an example for his subjects, picking up a pine nut and storing it in a big tree, he saw a beautiful scenery that he had never seen in his life -

What a beautiful squirrel that is~

So young, with short but powerful front and rear limbs.

And that tail that is more beautiful, shiny and bigger than the average squirrel.

"I'm in love~"

It said this to the son behind it, the young master who was dancing on Wang Heng's chopping board.

"Chichiji? (Dad, don't you already have a lovely child like me?)"

Wang Heng didn't understand these words, but as his father, the Squirrel King couldn't understand his child's words.

"But hasn't your mother left me for many years?"

The Squirrel King's eyes were full of obsession.

When the little squirrel's mother was picking fruits a year or two ago, she slipped and fell off a cliff and never came back.

"My child, you have to understand me, understand that I feel itchy every year from January to February (the estrus period of squirrels), and understand that I can't give you a place to stay in March and April (the breeding season of squirrels). When I gave birth to my younger siblings, I felt so sad and painful~"

"...Actually, it's okay if I don't want any younger siblings."

"...You don't need it, but thousands of my people need younger brothers and sisters. If I don't set an example as the king, my dear people will not be able to admit this. The legality of the matter, then how should our tribe develop, how should our Wangjia Village squirrels develop into Wangjiaguo!"

The squirrel king, who was in his prime, was heartbroken and made impassioned speeches.

"...As long as you are happy..."

The young squirrel master was speechless in the end and had no choice but to look away from his old father who was dazed by hormones.

The squirrel king flew towards the beautiful mouse in his dream with great joy. He was just a little bit away, just a little bit away, from having a tryst with the beautiful mouse in his dream.

"Prick, thorn, lala~"

A pleasant sound suddenly sounded. The moment the Squirrel King was about to come into contact with the mouse in his dream, his body seemed to have entered the water flatly, and then completely disappeared!

There is only a little ripple left in the air!

"dad--"

The little squirrel was heartbroken and rushed to see his father.

The squirrel guard closest to the little squirrel desperately hugged the little squirrel who was about to rush in. The other group of loyal guards, after being stunned for a moment, rushed directly into the ripples with a group of rats!

"Even if your Majesty arrives in the Palace of Hell, you still need to have a card!"

The little squirrel never knew that his father had such prestige.

......

"Okay, if you tell this story well, I'll give you full marks and reward you with a mouse leg!"

Wang Heng picked up a piece of meat and threw it to the old squirrel.

He was very satisfied with the story and ate another bowl of rice.

"Sir, I really am not lying, right, young master!"

The old squirrel asked for help from the young squirrel who stood on the table and ate a piece of mouse meat while Wang Heng was not paying attention.

"Chi chi chi chi chi!"

The little squirrel nodded quickly, not forgetting to wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth.

"Then how long has your king been here?"

Since something is not false, it must be true...

Ripples appear in this void, and creatures accidentally enter.

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like something that only happens in ruins.

Speaking of ruins, we need to talk about it carefully——

After Wang Heng became a night watchman, several encrypted documents he received contained information about the ruins.

There are several relatively stable ruins of various sizes in Han City, all of which are heavily guarded.

Most of the safe areas have been explored, and troops are usually stationed there.

In Qin Feng's imagination, after becoming a night watchman and practicing some more, he planned to let Wang Heng play in the ruins.

The ruins are the place where superpowers can truly unleash their abilities at will.

none of them.

The treasures contained in the ruins are also extremely rich. For example, the Moon Spirit Pearl that Wang Heng obtained from Yan Qing was a good thing they brought out from a small ruins.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Wang Heng asked. He actually guessed it, but he was not sure.

"Well, we, we hope that the psychic master can... um... can enter that place and rescue our king!"

"In other words, in exchange for a few small nuts, let me risk my life to rescue your King!?"

Wang Heng was very happy.

"No, no, it's not what you think. This is just some goodwill from our young master. As a reward, our Wangjiacun squirrel tribe is willing to serve you until your death!"

"So you're cursing me to death, right?"

Wang Heng rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight with the old squirrel.

"Hey, hey, don't be like this, I didn't curse you to death!"

The old squirrel felt that the psychic in front of him might not have a normal mind, but he wasn't sure...

"What's your status in the clan?"

"Well...if we insist on dividing the hierarchy, I should be regarded as a little butler under the King."

said the old squirrel modestly.

"Oh, that's pretty awesome!"

Wang Heng whistled, but with a smile.

"How long have you lived?"

"Well, if I remember correctly, I have experienced the birth of twenty-one squirrels."

"What the hell!? Lived twenty-one years?"

Wang Heng was instantly shocked, even bigger than himself!

You know, the maximum life span of a squirrel when being raised by humans is only twenty years!

A squirrel that normally lives in the wild would only have a lifespan of four to ten years!

For no other reason than the presence of various natural enemies, they will often experience hunger. If they are not careful, they will starve to death. Many squirrels actually do not survive more than a year!

There has never been a squirrel in the wild that can live for more than ten years in human records!

"Are you so patient!?"

"...Look at what you said..."

The old squirrel originally wanted to curse, but the rat was under the eaves and had to lower his head...

After living for so long, it still understands the benefits of being cowardly. Its lifespan is the best example.

"In fact, this is also due to the fact that we have unified the ethnic group. In this way, a group of squirrels huddle together for warmth, and the various ethnic groups that compete with us for food and living space cannot compete with us. We also have this advantage."

"When did you start to unify the ethnic group?"

Wang Heng asked with bright eyes.

He had a guess. Perhaps, the unification of the squirrel group was related to the last spirit master!

"The earliest old king once followed a psychic like you, but that old king called him 'Lord Spirit Controller', but we are still willing to call you psychics... ..”

"Snapped!"

Wang Heng slapped his thigh!

Now, it makes sense!

The ancestors of the squirrels in Wangjiacun are our own... our own rats!

"Well, I wonder if you, Mr. Psychic, would be willing to..."

"It's time to think about it."

Wang Heng has already been moved.

However, in front of this older squirrel, you still have to be careful, so that you can show your status as a worldly expert, right?

"Then you, think about it more, think about it more!"

The old squirrel bowed excitedly.

The little squirrel standing on the table didn't know what was going on, but when he saw the butler bowing, he bowed too.

"Okay, okay, this is still under consideration!"

Wang Heng waved his hand impatiently, interlacing his thumb and index finger with his other free hand, and then rubbing them together quickly, as if counting money...

The old coin squirrel, who had lived for a long time, immediately understood what Wang Heng meant!

Isn’t it just about benefits? I understand!

"Ah! I forgot to mention that the squirrels of our Wangjia Village tribe also specially picked some nuts from the mountains, as well as various fungi, herbs and the like. The villagers also left a lot of money when they went to the mountains. We hope that the psychic can take it on their behalf. ..."

"Yeah! Not bad... I'm interested!"

Wang Heng smiled and took back his hand, which meant that he agreed to their request.

That night, when darkness enveloped the entire Wangjia Village.

A group of uninvited guests came to Wang Heng's home.

It was a group of squirrels carrying small homemade baskets.

The squirrel housekeeper summoned the squirrel guards on the afternoon when Wang Heng let it go.

Under its command, a small portion of the herbs, nuts, things dropped by people, and some delicious wild fruits from the palace storage room were taken out, packed in bags and sent to Wang Heng overnight!

"Oh, I only said in the afternoon that I would deliver it now, you must have worked too hard!"

Wang Heng's mouth was grinning from ear to ear!

All kinds of precious medicinal materials that are usually difficult to pick were filled and given to him!

The housekeeper squirrel is so smart that he deserves to live for twenty-one years!

The wild fruits also taste good, and two sacks of nuts are not enough!

The least valuable thing was the money left behind by the villagers after they went up the mountain.

The village is generally self-sufficient, and you don’t bring much money with you when you go up the mountain.

All of them only cost a few hundred yuan. There were still coins and small-denomination banknotes, and some were even broken.

But there were also some other gains, including some bullets that had been well maintained by the squirrels. The moldy gunpowder inside was poured out to make very artistic crafts, as well as knives and daggers.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll stay here for a day or two and I'll make preparations. When I get there, I'll ensure safety and bring your king back!"

"Then, thank you so much, Mr. Psychic!"

Squirrel, the housekeeper, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Heng's whole body exuding a feeling of "I'm so proud."

It’s not in vain that I spent so long searching for everything and almost hollowed out all the things that humans like in the Squirrel Kingdom!

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