With a swing of my shovel, dirt flew everywhere.
The rats underground were exposed in their true forms.
"Halt!"
I barked.
The few rats exposed to the air seemed frozen in place, trembling uncontrollably.
I easily stomped one to death.
I was wearing slippers.
Who else could catch rats this easily? Little Yangyang was already dumbstruck. Stammering, she asked, "M-Mom, why aren't they running away?"
"I don't know." I tilted my head, my voice clear and bright. "Isn't catching rats supposed to be this easy? I probably caught too many when I was little, and now they're afraid of me."
I remembered that before I turned five, things hadn't been like this.
I used to have long battles with the rats.
But later on, the rats got dumber and dumber. I could stomp one every time.
I'd long since gotten used to it and never thought much of it.
I'd assumed the rats had grown too pampered and their intelligence had completely deteriorated.
But after hearing my daughter say that, I felt as though I'd just woken from a dream...
Something wasn't right.
I looked at my shovel and thought about the Spiritual Energy I'd just gathered. "I suppose I stunned them with the force of my swing."
Yangyang knew the real reason, of course. She just didn't dare say it.
She stared at the dead rats on the ground, then slowly shook her head at me.
"It wasn't these three. There's another one, much bigger. It must be somewhere else."
I closed my eyes again.
As my cultivation improved, it seemed my five senses were sharpening too—and by a lot.
This time, I could hear even more.
I brought my daughter to another spot. With one swing of my shovel, I dug up a super-sized rat.
It was seven