Foundation Establishment Scam, Earth Immortal Slaves

Fang Shu stood before Tian Jinmao, unsure for a moment whether he ought to wake this acquaintance.

While he hesitated, Tian Jinmao at least retained a shred of vigilance. Sensing someone standing before it, its ears twitched, and it jolted awake from its nap, muttering:

"Get lost. Don't block Grandpa from basking in the sun essence."

Seeing that the visitor had not moved, Tian Jinmao finally narrowed its eyes and looked Fang Shu over.

Its eyes immediately widened. After scrutinizing him for quite a while, it hurriedly climbed up from the straw mat and bowed with clasped hands toward Fang Shu. "Brother Fang! How neglectful of me, how neglectful."

The rat demon had not forgotten Fang Shu, at least, and recognized him.

"Greetings, Brother Tian. Have you been well?" Fang Shu returned the salute with clasped hands. But after uttering the customary pleasantries, he paused and instinctively looked around the corner.

On the wall behind Tian Jinmao were obvious yellow stains, and the reek of urine came precisely from them.

Tian Jinmao noticed Fang Shu's gaze. The delight on its rat-like face immediately turned awkward, and it cursed, "Those dog-fucked bastards keep coming to Grandpa's territory to piss."

Thus, Tian Jinmao bent down, rolled up the straw mat on the ground, moved to another spot, and called out, "Come, don't stand on ceremony, little brother. Sit, sit."

As it spoke, it rummaged through the pots and jars nearby, poured out two bowls of water, placed them on the straw mat, and invited Fang Shu to tea.

Watching this scene, Fang Shu secretly thought that Tian Jinmao truly did not stand on ceremony. Still, he revealed nothing, merely cupped his hands in salute and sat cross-legged on the straw mat.

After the man and demon exchanged pleasantries, Tian Jinmao asked in