"Brother, did we really train our little junior sister like this? Master turns out to be so doting on her..."

"Are you stupid? She is just a drunken spirit rat. If it weren't for the fact that her warehouse can store spiritual plants and magic weapons, a little monster like her wouldn't even be able to enter our mountain gate... Now her demon elixir is damaged If all her abilities are lost and she is still alive, she is just a waste. It is better to refine her into a magic weapon."

"That's right! Our sect has stored so many good things in her warehouse. If we don't think of something quickly, we won't be able to get them out."

Cang Xiaoman was floating in the air, like an outsider. She looked at her classmates who once doted on her and ruthlessly discussed how to keep her warehouse intact, "No! I will get better, don't refine me into a magic weapon." ...Master! Senior brother!"

But no matter how she yelled or tried to stop the resistance, no one paid attention. They could only watch her body being thrown into the cauldron and swallowed by the flames.

……

"Ah!!! No!" A scream broke through the tranquility of the campus in the early morning.

Ling Xueer, who was washing up on the balcony, stuck her head out worriedly, "Xiao Man, are you having a nightmare again?"

After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, Cang Xiaoman gradually calmed down and slowly sat up from the bed in the dormitory.

Ling Xueer wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth, poured a glass of warm water from the water dispenser and handed it to Cang Xiaoman, "You've been having a cold for almost half a month, why haven't you recovered? You look sick... ...It’s not a problem to drag it on like this. After I pick up Xiaofei later, let’s help you go to the infirmary together, right?”

Taking the water glass, Cang Xiaoman took two sips. He said calmly, "No, it's just a slight cold. I'll just find some medicine in the dormitory and take a rest. Besides, I don't have enough living expenses this month. I need to go to the doctor." I really had to eat dirt after half a month of intravenous injections..."

"Who told you to spend so much money recently?" Ling Xueer stretched out her hand and touched her forehead, "It's really a little hot. Forget it, then you just lie down in the dormitory. There are only two class meetings today. Then I will Let me help you answer it secretly."

"Well..."

Watching Ling Xueer walk out of the dormitory door, Cang Xiaoman sighed quietly.

It has been almost half a month since she came to this strange world. She only pretended to be sick and rested in the dormitory to slowly sort out the memories of this world and her original body.

Her predecessor was the overly introverted sophomore girl. She accidentally fell down on a rainy day half a month ago. At first she felt dizzy, thinking she had caught a cold in the rain and didn't take it seriously. But within a day, she died due to a head injury. He was bleeding internally and returned to his hometown on the bed in the dormitory. When he woke up again, the core had been replaced by hers.

Cang Xiaoman is naturally happy to be able to live a new life. But who can tell her why she came to such a world without any aura?

Cang Xiaoman touched her cheek in frustration. The baby fat on her face made her face look particularly cute, but her chest could no longer be touched.

Thinking of this, she silently took out her phone and opened Pinxixi.

[Payment failed...]

The words "Please change payment method" and "Payment failed" are constantly displayed on the operation page.

But she knew that whether it was a bank card or Alipay, she had spent all the money in it. Even the credit card that the original owner had never used, she couldn't hold back and maxed it out.

Although she has indeed become a "person" now, Cang Xiaoman, as a rat demon in her previous life, cannot suppress her inner nature for a while. As long as she feels uneasy, she always wants to store something...

Therefore, the previous statement to Ling Xueer that she had no living expenses was not completely false. Her living expenses and years of savings have been turned into various kinds of food, hidden under her bed, in cabinets and in many corners of the dormitory.

ri.

Putting down his cell phone resignedly, Cang Xiaoman pulled out a box of self-heating hot pot from under the bed. He just took out a box and wanted to get some water to pass through the Wu Zang Temple, which was beating gongs and drums, but was suddenly interrupted by a scream at the door.
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"Ah!!! Help!"

It is said that Cang Xiaoman is as timid as a mouse, but Cang Xiaoman perfectly inherited the "fine tradition" of being afraid of death and did not immediately open the door to join in the fun.

To say that the school's dilapidated dormitory building has a history of at least thirty years. Even if the door to the girls' dormitory is made of iron, the cracks in some places are big enough to fit a finger in.

Cang Xiaoman cautiously prepared to take a peek through the crack in the door. As soon as he got close to the iron door, he saw a blood-red eye sticking tightly to the crack in the door.

"Damn! Are you perverted?" Cang Xiaoman was so frightened that he almost spit out a string of national curses.

But the owner of the eye outside the door seemed to have been beaten to death, and started to bang on the door crazily.

Making an international gesture towards the door, Cang Xiaoman turned around and dialed the number of the school police office, ready to tell them that a pervert had entered the girls' dormitory.

But I don’t know what’s wrong. The guard room is usually manned 24 hours a day, but today I called several times but no one answered.

But then I thought about it. With such a big movement, the girl in the next door dormitory must have already notified the police station. No one answered now, maybe she was already on her way here.

Sighing secretly, Cang Xiaoman simply pulled out a poster from the drawer and accurately pasted it on the crack of the door.

Looking at the door that was perfectly blocked by Pikachu, Cang Xiaoman nodded with satisfaction. "Qiu Shen's body protection, coupled with the five centimeter thick iron door, if you can break it open today, I will lose!"

But as time passed by, not only did the banging at the door not stop at all, but also a blood-curdling scream came from outside the balcony.

Cang Xiaoman came to the balcony suspiciously. What she saw made her begin to wonder if she was dreaming.

On the roadside at the bottom of the building and in the playground not far away, countless men and women ran away in panic. Some people even fell motionless on the roadside, being eaten by a few people covered in blood. Large areas of blood were everywhere. Spreading on the road, the entire campus seemed to be trapped in a living hell.

Cang Xiaoman covered his mouth, resisting the desire to vomit. The scenes of "Resident Evil", "Zombie Nation", and "28 Days Later" kept scrolling back and forth in his mind.

He rubbed his messy hair randomly, only to feel that the whole rat was not well, "It can't be so unlucky, right? It's only been half a month since I lived a stable life, why does God treat me like this poor rat like this!"< /p>

But no matter how unwilling she was to face reality, the banging at the door continued.

Cang Xiaoman looked at the door nervously. The iron door that she thought was unbreakable now seemed to be less solid.

What to do?

Although she could be considered a demon in her previous life, as a drunken dream spirit rat, her main function is to store the spiritual plants and magic weapons in the warehouse. How can she get the physical work of fighting?
Chapter completed!