Ch. 291 - Poison
With no settler rats or rat thralls blocking his way, Yang Yi walked toward the mound in the center that looked like a small mountain of a rat nest.
Along the way, the piles of garbage grew thicker and thicker, forming an upward slope.
Yang Yi kept his eyes on the ground as he moved forward. There were too many dormant settler rats and rat thralls; if he wasn’t careful, it would be easy to step on one.
As he drew closer to the rat nest, the number of rats and rat thralls around him had reached a frightening level. Just hearing their breathing created an oppressive sense of pressure.
At the same time, the stench rising from the garbage underfoot became increasingly intense. For Yang Yi, whose sense of smell was sharp, it was practically torture.
At this point, his sense of smell was basically useless.
He put on the silver beaked mask Suna had given him, blocking out the stench. He felt much better immediately.
From where he stood, the Rat King’s nest was still about forty meters away. But there was no suitable place left to step. The ground ahead was covered entirely with rats, spread out like a black carpet.
If he stepped on them directly, he would likely wake them.
Many rat thralls were buried among them as well, with only a hand or a leg sticking out, like weeds growing from the soil. If one tried to pull them out, a rat thrall would certainly come up, perhaps even a conjoined nest.
“Here should be good enough…”
Yang Yi muttered to himself.
He didn’t move any farther forward, worried that disturbing the dormant settler rats might trigger a chain reaction.
Besides, the density of rats here was already high enough.
He took out the unknown potion Suna had given him. After thinking for a moment, he put three bottles back, in case these rats had nests elsewhere.
The remaining seven bottles he opened and sprinkled over the pile of rats ahead.
The liquid was peculiar, with extremely strong volatility. Before it even touched the rats, it had already completely evaporated.
Large amounts of pheromones dispersed, spreading rapidly through the air.
The first to react were the smaller settler rats. Their noses twitched, as if they had smelled something, and they began to wake up.
Then the adult settler rats reacted. After them came the rat thralls, and even the conjoined rat nests.
The entire mass of rats began to stir and tremble, including the garbage pile beneath Yang Yi’s feet.
“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!!!”