"Ahem."
When the heavy iron door opened, a damp, moldy stench hit them in the face. It was utterly foul, like the smell of beer left fermenting for far too long. Apart from Mu Sheng, who was caught completely off guard, everyone held their breath in advance.
The little mouse pattered over the rubble-strewn path and ran up to a heap of boxes, rummaging through them with faint rustling sounds.
"The auction items are stored here?"
Never mind Mu Sheng-even Dongfang Minghui, who had been brimming with confidence in Little Fatty, began to doubt. Had Nangong Yuntian lost his mind, putting such important auction items here and leaving only those few people outside to guard them?
Qian Wanyu followed the little mouse, finally stopping before a dozen or so iron chests that looked very new. Their exteriors were ornate, engraved with antique patterns that gave them a distinguished air. "This should be the place."
The little mouse sniffed all over each chest, moving on to the next after finishing one. After searching through most of them, the mouse finally stopped at a relatively tall chest. It was small, but quite deep.
Seeing the little mouse behave this way, Little Lecher assumed the mouse was hunting for treasure and hurried out of Dongfang Minghui's Soul Sea to fight for a share. One large, one small, the pair tussled in the hollow cavern. The little mouse was only about the size of two palms, yet showed no panic when Little Lecher grabbed that tiny tail. Instead, the mouse curled up with both paws over that little head and still managed to bite Little Lecher.
"Ninth Sister, move those two away."
Dongfang Minghui found their behavior mortifying and hurried to pull Little Lecher and the little mouse apart. Even after being separated, the