Shocking news: The fifth-milk baby rides a ferocious beast and blows up the palace of Zha Daddy.

However, the dung heap was stinking and there were tens of thousands of maggots crawling around inside. The Rat King said that he didn't have the courage to dig up the corpse. Even if his ancestors really asked him to do it, it would be the little mice who did it. Ahem! As a great king, he was not qualified to do such a good thing.

At this moment, the Rat King thought about it and decided not to move the dung pile for the time being to avoid disturbing the old lady.

"Someone, come quickly." The Rat King squeaked a few times at the corner of the wall, and immediately a few little mice ran out from inside and squeaked at it...

"My king, what do you want me to do?"

Rat King: "Go back and tell our ancestors that a murder was found in the old lady's house."

"Yes." Several little mice agreed, turned around, squeaked and ran away.

The little girl next to her knew nothing about what the Rat King had done. She was still immersed in sorrow, and always hoped that her mother in the dung pile would get up quickly so that she could live with her.

However, she had no idea that her mother had died a long time ago and would never be able to live with her.

"Little bitch, little bitch, where have you been? Hurry up and get over here." Faintly, the angry roar of an old lady came from outside...

"I'll count to three. If you don't show up, don't blame me for being rude to you."

The Rat King curled his lips in disdain. Why is this old woman showing off in front of a little baby? If she has the guts, she can go find an adult. He stretched out his furry claws, tugged at the little baby, and squeaked...

"Little darling, your mother's murderer is calling you, do you want to hide?"

But I couldn't understand what he was saying at all?

However, she did hear the old lady's shouting outside. She was so scared that she quickly wiped her tears and ran out of the toilet in a panic, answering in a baby voice...

"Grandma, I'm here. I was just drying clothes and didn't hear you shouting."

Immediately afterwards, another dozen scolding voices were heard from outside.

The Rat King shook his head helplessly. He couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he ran out of the toilet and came to the hall. He saw the old lady twisting the little girl's ear with one hand and holding a cup of tea with the other, cursing...

"You bitch, I asked you to pour me a glass of water, why is it so hot? Are you trying to scald me to death? Do you want to take my home and my property for yourself?"

"Grandma, you wronged me, I didn't, I didn't, my ears hurt, it hurts so much, grandma, please, please let me go, I will pour you some tea again, this time I will make sure it's not hot before I give it to you, wow..."

The old lady didn't listen to the little girl at all. She pinched her cheeks with a ferocious look, forced her to open her mouth, and cursed: "Little bitch, you are so vicious. You want to scald me to death, drink it, drink it, drink it."

After saying this, she raised the tea in her hand and wanted to pour it into the little girl's mouth.

The Rat King was furious when he saw this. This old woman was really going too far. Pouring such boiling water into the little girl's mouth was simply murder.

It squeaked and rushed over, slapping the tea out of her hand with one claw. Suddenly, the tea soaked the old lady's body, and she let out a shrill scream...

"Ahhh..., you little bitch, you dare to resist?"

It turned out that the old lady didn't know that it was the Rat King who did it. She thought that the little girl had knocked the teacup out of her hand, and she took her anger out on her.

The little girl's face was full of tears. She rubbed her painful ears with her hands and cried helplessly...

"Grandma, it's not me, I didn't do that, don't hit me, waaaaaaaaaaaaa..."