After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering --- Chapter 19, Little Furball's Space (2)

Looking at the shape and size of the skeleton, I remembered. It was a mole rat! The one I killed, put entirely into Little Furball's internal space, and had it digest. So I started communicating with Little Furball and found out that for some reason, after absorbing the mole rat's flesh and blood, it suddenly realized it could control this skeleton and even retain its abilities from when it was alive. I tried to move the mole rat's skeleton out of the space, but it wouldn't budge, completely losing its mobility. Even after putting it back into the space, it still couldn't move. Is there some rule I haven't noticed? As the seniors said, Little Furball's internal space is indeed unusual, with a lot of room for exploration. This discovery made it impossible for me to meditate calmly, so I decided to just sleep. I'll relax today. Although my dreams were still chaotic. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Dad didn't call me, just let me sleep like that, honestly... Turning my head, I still saw Dad and several other uncles fishing. Their contracted beasts were by their children's sides, guarding and accompanying them during training. Only my family's husky was frolicking in the water. I don't know what the other uncles think. With that kind of playful behavior, who could catch any fish. I went to my dad and asked him to give me more mole rats as training targets. Actually, I wanted to test Little Furball's space issue, but of course, I couldn't say that, as I hadn't figured it out myself yet.