"Okay, what exactly are you going to do?"
 It’s not surprising that Bloodsport is still trembling.
If someone only needs such a short period of time to overcome his own psychological shadow, then such a person will not be shrouded in the shadow from the beginning.
The little mouse wearing a vest moved its little paws, although it was obviously a domesticated pet.
If someone can keep a mouse as a pet.
 A rat and a rat are not the same thing.
 “You mean over there?”
 Bloodsport glanced in the direction pointed by the little mouse.
There seems to be a passage there, but it seems that you can only crawl through it.
 Okay, that’s a tunnel, a super small one.
  Blood sports can be stuck in if the movements are slightly larger.
But fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough to stop the huge demon here.
 “I owe you my life.”
 Hoodsport said helplessly, fortunately his tremors no longer seriously affected his actions.
Since Dream Prison became a temporary lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.
Now only the emergency lights are flickering on and off, and it's obvious that we won't be able to hold on for much longer.
It has been a long time since this place became what it is now. It is lucky that the emergency lights can still shine.
 After passing through the long and narrow tunnel, Bloody Sports finally saw a little light.
Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and this place really feels a bit desolate.
This place doesn't look like a super prison that was once filled with criminals, or it looks like a large empty warehouse.
If it weren't for the rows of regular cells, there really would be no connection between this place and the prison.
 “What’s over there?”
 Bloodsport is still trembling, but is still able to communicate.
Although he has the ability to kill these little mice easily, he dare not do it...
This fear of mice has long been deep in his heart.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
The little mouse became a little anxious at this time, and directly stretched out his paws to grab the bloody sports clothes.
 That way seems to be to lead the way.
This looks a bit like Jerry. I don’t know if this mouse can play swordsmanship, dance and do scientific research...
 “Okay, don’t touch me now, I’ll get there!”
 The blood sport has become more intense.
 Having fought all the way to the current position, he has already understood the strength of the demon here.
He can still deal with the weak ones, such as the Sinking Demon.
 But if a big guy comes, it will be terrible.
It may be best to keep quiet when acting alone, as this may not send news to teammates.
 But it will not attract the enemy's attention.
Bloodsport crept forward cautiously until he reached the door of a collapsed cell.
Just by walking here, you can smell the strong smell of blood. If it weren’t for the unique stench of demons in the smell of blood here, Bloody Sports might have turned around and ran away.
 “Zhizhizhi!”
The little mouse shouted loudly, and it could be seen that he was very anxious.
“You mean something important to you is buried here? Or do you mean there is a person buried here?”
Bloody Sports said this, but his hands had already begun to carry the gravel bit by bit.
 “Fuck!”
A fierce shout came from the quiet and flickering environment...
This sound is almost similar to Wayne's war cry.
 He was not injured, but found a piece of rat underneath the stone he just picked up...
 A rat with bloody flesh crushed by a stone can indeed be called a rat piece...
 It was like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a mouse fell from the sky and fell in front of him.
Then a motorcycle flew past and left the same traces... 1
 The rat is not powerful, but its psychological shadow is still indelible...
Especially the emptiness after those dark eyes lost their brilliance, which made Bloody Sports feel like he was seeing himself...
 “Zhizhizhi!”
The little mouse wearing a vest screamed loudly, although even if he screamed with all his strength, the sound would not be loud.
 He acted very uneasy, as if something was coming.
 “I know, I will speed up!”
Bloodsport originally planned to throw the stone with rat flakes on his hand farther away, but accidentally put it aside carefully.
 Then he plowed the rocks at an accelerated speed.
His movements are not slow. If he was moving bricks on a construction site, he could earn seven to eight hundred yuan in a day at least.
This kind of efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's brutal training since he was a child, he has reached the limit of human physical fitness.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
 When this sound sounded, Bloody Sports could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.
Even the stench made him feel a little nauseous.
 “Zhizhizhi!”
 A scream!
The little mouse in the waistcoat widened his eyes and took an offensive stance.
“Hey, little guy, you’d better stay away for a little bit!
 It’s a pity that I can’t help you dig out these rocks until those demons are dealt with.
grass!"
 Another swear word...
Bloodsport saw the little mouse wearing a vest expand in size in an instant, and stopped growing just when it was about to squeeze through the vest!
Then the mouse hairs on the back became like porcupine quills, and after a tremor, they flew out!
Wire-haired rat…
 Monsters can be found everywhere in Sanctuary.
To say these guys are demons is a bit derogatory to demons.
But these mice are not serious mice either.
It’s a pity Luke didn’t tell Bloodsport about wire-haired rats...
It’s not Luke’s fault, these little things are about to become an endangered species after the Hell Demon really came to the sanctuary...
 The demons do not recognize these little guys as one of them, and it is impossible for these things to get close to the Nephalem...
The reality is always so cruel, and each of these animals affected by the power of the Burning Hell is living in an uncomfortable state.
  Just like the Demonic Cow clan.
To be continued...