Father Mavie

Chapter 8 The Stealer of God
At 8:30 in the evening, the bright moonlight illuminated the yard like mercury, covering the piles of dead mice with a layer of crystal brilliance.

Ma Wei held a kerosene lamp in his hand, looking at the pile of rats that was nearly half the height of a person in front of him, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

One wave of ups and downs, another wave, why the matter of meeting the fourth prince has not yet been settled, yet another pile of dead mice appeared out of nowhere
For Ma Wei, who has a serious cleanliness disorder, dead mice full of hundreds of thousands of bacteria and viruses are definitely one of the things he does not want to touch!

Why keep a cat?
The cat catches the mouse!
结果
He never expected that the biggest inner ghost was actually by his side.
Those dead mice had their throats bitten off, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of their mouths. Judging from the teeth marks, they probably came from the mouths of different cats and cats.

What makes Ma Wei even more desperate is that even though he has come to the backyard at this moment, he can still see stray cats jumping up the courtyard wall and throwing the dead mice in their mouths into the yard.

Fortunately, at this moment, Fat Orange raised his paw and cried softly:
"Disperse!"

Swish swish!
The stray cats entrenched on the courtyard wall disappeared instantly after hearing Fat Ju's order, and their movements were uniform. Within half a minute, all the stray cats disappeared, leaving only a pile of dead mice.

"Brother is really wise and mighty meow!" Xiao Hei in Ma Wei's arms made a compliment.

"Check it out."

Ignoring Xiao Hei's flattery, Fat Ju twisted his round buttocks and picked up a dead mouse: "Don't get too close, I'll show you."

After finishing speaking, Fat Orange put the dead mouse on the ground not far away, stretched out his sharp and gleaming claws, and gently stroked the mouse's softest abdomen, the skin and flesh were separated immediately, and the cut was smooth and flat, as if that Not claws, but sharp blades.

Just when Ma Wei was amazed by the sharpness of Fat Orange's claws, a general black mist rose from the breach, like a maggot attached to the bone, and instantly pounced on Fat Orange who was close at hand!
Fat Ju, who had been on guard for a long time, dodged, hooked the black mist with his claws, and slapped the ground hard!
puff!
In the slightly dull sound, the black mist was slapped to pieces, and instead of dissipating immediately, it writhed firmly, like a poisonous snake that had lost its head, extremely weird.

Seeing this scene, Ma Wei narrowed his eyes, stepped forward slowly, squatted down, picked up a branch and broke it into two sections, carefully picked up a piece of black mist, and observed it carefully.

"Xiao Hei, be careful." Fat Ju suddenly reminded.

"Meow! Don't worry, brother!"

Xiao Hei, who was squatting in front of Ma Wei, vowed, "With me, no one can hurt Master meow!"

From the short game just now, Ma Wei also saw that the speed of the black mist was far inferior to that of the cat. With the fat orange and little black around, he was not worried that the black mist would hurt him.

After watching for a long time, Ma Wei found that with his own knowledge, he couldn't explain such a strange black mist at all, but according to his deduction, it was either a kind of "symbiont" composed of countless small bugs invisible to the naked eye, or it was something beyond He recognizes a certain special power of common sense.

After thinking for a while, Ma Wei took off the glass shell of the kerosene lamp with one hand, and moved the fragments of the black mist caught by the branches to the flames to roast.

Zi. Zi.
After being baked on the flames for a long time, the fragments of the black mist finally showed signs of melting. It writhed crazily, its body melted like grease, and finally turned into black droplets. active.

Ma Wei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood eased a little. Although he didn't know what this ghost thing was, at least he found a weapon that could restrain the opponent.

"There is no smell of burnt feathers. It seems that there should be no protein in it, but it would be too arbitrary to judge that this is not some kind of symbiont." Mavi muttered.

"Fat Ju, these rats with black mist in their bodies, when they were still alive, were they any different from before?"

"The aggressiveness has become stronger, and the courage is much bigger." Fat Orange said.

Ma Wei nodded: "You are right, these black mist are not ordinary, they are extremely aggressive and very dangerous."

"Dad! Daddy!"

Junia's calling came from the house, and Mavi responded immediately after hearing it: "I'm in the yard!"

After a while, Junia came running over with the bear: "Father, dinner is ready, and Mrs. Cecil asked you to come over for dinner."

"Eat first, and I'll go there when I'm done."

Throwing away the branches, Ma Wei slapped the dust on his hands, and when he was about to dig a hole to burn these polluted dead rats with kerosene, he suddenly remembered something.

Before today, the weird black mist had never appeared before, but it happened after the gods came, so
Will Junia know something?
Thinking of this, Ma Wei turned his head and said, "Younia, come here."

Junia, who was about to leave, trotted forward and blinked: "What's wrong, Dad?"

"Do you know this thing?"

Ma Wei asked, pointing to the remaining fragments of the black mist.

Junia leaned forward and stared at the fragments of the black mist for a while, then suddenly stretched out her small hand to grab one, crushed it with her fingers, and the fragments of the black mist turned into dross and fell down, even omitting the process of struggling.

"It's a curse, Dad."

"curse?"

"Yeah." Junia nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I don't know the specific type, but the commonality of curses is infection. All creatures that come into contact with the cursed will be infected."

Hearing this, Ma Wei was startled, and couldn't help looking at the dead mice piled up on one side, his Adam's apple wriggled, and swallowed.

Curses and the like, of course he had heard of them, but contagious curses seemed to him more like
plague!

A plague spread by rats?
Isn't that the Black Death? !

"It's not a disease that humans understand."

Fat Ju seemed to see through Ma Wei's thoughts, and said in a serious tone: "Since Junia said it was a curse, it proves that this is fundamentally different from ordinary plagues!"

"Yes, Dad." Junia echoed: "Using human means, the plague can be controlled and cured, but the curse cannot. Once infected with the curse, no medicine can cure it. Only the gift of the gods can save them. .”

Saying that, Junia hugged Ma Wei's arm with a smile: "Don't worry, Dad. Although Junia can't give you gifts, Dad, you can use Junia's power at any time! These little curses can't hurt you at all. Not to daddy!"

"Can't give me a gift, can I use your power at any time?"

Ma Wei looked at her suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

"Only believers who are loyal to the gods can get the gifts. Dad, you are not a believer in Junia, so Junia can't give you gifts, but if the gods themselves really believe in other gods or human beings, then the other party can be unlimited. Use your strength."

Junia hugged Ma Wei tightly: "I like Dad the most!"

"Using a mortal body to usurp the throne of God."

Fat Ju looked at Ma Wei who was struck by lightning, his eyes turned into vertical pupils like willow leaves:
"What a stealer."

(End of this chapter)