Unfortunately, Zhang Chen was apprehensive of that group of rats, fearing that this old creature would cause trouble, so he directly wielded the scissors, pulling the chain and cutting towards the Mouse Spirit.
"No!"
With a single cut, half the soul of the Mouse Spirit dissipated like smoke, and the severed soul was actually absorbed by the Golden Scissors.
"Spare me!" The Mouse Spirit kept pleading, its voice full of helplessness.
As it spoke, the Mouse Spirit halted the rat swarm's attack, staring at Zhang Chen with a face full of pleading, its voice filled with misery.
Zhang Chen's heart stirred upon hearing this: "What is the situation in the depths of the ancient tomb? How did you appear inside it?"
