Xiao Qiao had no clue what the Fortune-teller was thinking. She was just excitedly holding the rat's tail.
Chu Changge seemed to guess what the Fortune-teller was thinking. He looked at the constantly struggling rat. "This rat has been staying in the recycling station for a long time. I guess it knows what items are useful. It probably wanted to drag this perfume bottle to its rat hole."
The not-so-bright Xiao Qiao thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Do you mean this rat drags many useful things into its hole?"
Chu Changge nodded slightly.
The Fortune-teller, who had regained some strength, also understood. "You're right. If that thing is really underground, it's likely that the rat dragged it into its hole. We can't dig open the surface, but if we find the rat's hole, we might find a way to get underground."
However, it wasn't easy to find the rat hole. Many NPCs were rushing towards Gu Mian, presumably to help him complete his task.
