A pitch-black cat blocked the path on the roadside, its body slightly crouched, adopting a hunting posture.
This scene frightened the mice into retreating step by step, but the mouse horde remained tightly clustered, not scattering in panicked chaos.
In the face of such a menacing cat, the mice understood that dispersing would guarantee their slaughter; staying together was their slim chance of survival.
But how many of them could truly resist fear?
The muscular mice at the front row, carrying the rice and the sedan chair, were already trembling uncontrollably, unable to suppress their terror. When the cat leisurely stepped forward, the entire line was on the verge of collapse.
"Hiss."
The cat let out a dangerous hiss.
In contrast to the panicked mice, Yin Weiyin noticed that there wasn't much movement in the sedan chair far away.
The little mouse girl inside seemed entirely unafraid.
