Her shadow in the sunlight has not completely turned into a human form, so she is by no means a cat demon who has lived for nineteen years.

The usual cat demon only shines in the moonlight at night, and the shadow will be different.

I kept walking on my feet, and my eyes fell on the dying wildcat again.

The wild cat's dark blue eyes were wide open and kept an eye on her, even though it was dying, trying to move towards her.

The action of smashing the wipes on the feral cat angered several passers-by, who began to accuse her of being shameful in abusing the cat.

In response to the accusation, she glanced at the wildcat with even more disgust and hurried into a nearby car.

There was a fat man wearing a big gold chain and a big gold ring sitting in the car, and as soon as she got into the car, his eyes fell on the cleavage that loomed in her deep V blouse, and he touched it.

She smiled and gently slapped the man a few times, and the man drove her away.

As she left, the crowd dispersed.

The wildcat lay on the ground and struggled to twist its head in the direction the car had left.

I stopped as I walked up to the wildcat.

I took it out of the middle of the road and to the Asakusa on the side of the road.

"Why don't you resist, aren't you also a demon?" I asked, after sprinkling some traumatic medicine on its wound.

It froze and slowly closed its eyes.

Since it didn't want to mention it, I left and went on shopping.

On my way back from the end of my purchase, it was no longer where it used to be.

I went straight back to Shallow Bay, and on the way I called Lian Qianli, asked him if he had any news of the little monk, and asked him how the little monk had contacted him before.

He mentioned that Chu Diaoyi's attention to his master's teachings and rules had reached the point of being a little pedantic.

Even if the second resurrection of the little monk was done by Chu Diaoyi according to the master's order, it was not easy for the little monk to pry open Chu Diaoyi's mouth.

He has no news of the little monk for the time being.

Since the division fell apart, every time he met with the little monk, it was the little monk he took the initiative to find.

However, the little monk knows his contact information, so I don't have to worry that the little monk can't find him.

When I returned to Shallow Bay, I saw the injured wildcat limping down the beach, heading straight into the water.

Suicide?

When I saw the wildcat again, I felt some sympathy for it, but I couldn't hold back my laughter.

It's a male cat.

The relationship between a female cat and it is nothing more than that one has only loved and the other is still in love.

The female cat is so disgusted by its appearance and entanglement with it that she wants it to die.

Now that all her hopes have been lost, she has decided to grant the cat's wish.

Life is expensive.

Female cats aren't worth it either.

And it still kills itself, as for it?

I walked past it, got on the boat, sat on the bow and waited for it to jump overboard.

As it limped to the water's edge, it finally noticed me sitting at the bow of the boat, paused for a moment in its gaze, and then withdrew its gaze and continued into the water.

I watched as it swam into the shallow bay and then sank into the water, calculating the maximum amount of time it could hold its breath, propping up the boat to wait there.

It is never easy to deliberately drown yourself who can swim, not to mention that it is still a demon.

It surfaced as scheduled for the last second of my count, and I fished it out onto the boat.

It glared at me, and I threw it back into the water.

It then sank into the water again and continued its suicidal behavior.

I fished it out to the boat again after it surfaced a second time, and this time it didn't glare at me.

I waited for it to catch its breath and then threw it back into the water again.

This time, it was still holding its breath in the water for the limit time before it surfaced, and I fished it out of the boat again as soon as possible and propped it into the sea.

"The water is too shallow here, I'll help you find a deep place. ”

"You're a demon. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. ”

After I propped the boat into the sea to find an island to park, I went to the stern of the boat to cook.

It continued to curl up on the deck, curling even more for me every time I passed it.

When I was ready, I put a bowl on it and put it next to it, and then I went to the stern of the boat to fill my stomach.

By the time I finished eating, it had already eaten up the food in the bowl and had curled up again.

I packed up and then propped the boat into the deep sea, urging it from time to time to choose another place to be buried.

It remained silent, and finally covered its ears with its front paws.

When it was dark, I pushed the boat back to the shallow bay to the shore, and asked it if it had figured out the preciousness of life and if it wanted to leave immediately.

Although it is a demon, it is not difficult to deal with the weak demonic energy, otherwise I will never meddle in my affairs.

It nodded silently, stood up and jumped off the side of the ship.

After watching it leave, I propped the boat into the shallow bay and docked, and entered the cabin to start raising its spirit.

Gu Chuan called at this time and asked if I had returned to Qianwan.

After I answered in the affirmative, he asked me again if I was tired at this time, and said that he wanted me to help him with an exorcism business.

I hung up the phone and set off, arriving at my destination an hour later.

The destination is a mansion, so luxurious that there is a lake in the courtyard.

When I arrived at the mansion and confessed my identity, I was immediately taken by the maid to the side of the lake.

There were unusually lush reeds, and the oily branches and leaves were as green as emerald, but from the tips of the young shoots grew a few hairs.

The servant trembled and leaned over, breaking off a reed and handing it to me.

I took the reed and looked closely, and there were a few hairs in the stem that grew together with the reed's veins and extended towards the top.

Two broken reeds are connected by hair, and the scene is naturally eerie.

The maid's trills told me that her master had fallen ill with fright.

Her owner likes the raw ecology, so no one usually takes care of the reeds by the lake.

Her master was at the end of dinner, when he walked past the lake in the courtyard, and he broke the reeds casually, and he was able to discover the strangeness of the reeds.

Because it was too weird, I didn't continue to check the situation here.

I listened to her and looked to the other side of the lake, where there were also lush reeds, which at first glance looked completely different from mine.

The reeds that grow hair on my side are unusually luxuriant, and they have only one leaf.

A gust of wind blew, and the reeds staggered like men whose hands and feet had been cut off.

"Excuse me, can I go?" the servant then questioned me, resisting to stay at the lake.

"No, you can't. I withdrew my gaze from the other side of the lake and looked around.

"Why?" asked the servant anxiously.

"Because I'm afraid. My answer made the servant almost cry.

"Go find a few shovels, and a few more strong ones. "I don't tease the maid anymore.

There are no ghosts and no yin as far as my eyes can see.

There should be a corpse buried under the reeds.

Because of the nourishment of the corpse oil, the reeds here grow unusually luxuriantly.

The hairs do not decay with the corpse, but are sucked in by the rhizomes of the reeds, or become entangled when the sprouts are developing, so that the reeds grow hair.

The crayfish by the lake are also unusually fat, probably because they eat carrion.

As I gave the order, the servant fled and left.

My gaze fell on the reeds again.

From a feng shui point of view, I can't confirm if this is considered a dangerous place.

The east side is the lake for water, the south side is the reed for the wood, the north side is the winding path for the earth, and the west side is the sun hanging in the air for the fire when the sun sets.

Perhaps, it is not necessary that gold is buried in the ground.

Thinking of this, I raised my foot close to the reeds and grabbed a handful of reeds and uprooted them.

My movements, along with the dark dirt coiled around the root of the neck, and, large tufts of hair.

The liquid attached to the root neck is a viscous, dark red liquid.

These do not mean that this is a bloody place, nor does it mean that the corpses underground may have been transformed, or that they have already been transformed.

So I threw the reeds and went back to where I was.

I waited a little longer, and the servant arrived with a shovel.

The quest to dig up the reeds is now live.

But before the people could hesitate to start moving, the ground of the reeds suddenly began to rise and fall as if a man's chest were breathing.

At the same time, the stench of corpses rushed out of the ground, so strong that it hurt people's eyes.

The people screamed and threw their shovels and fled, and I quickly retreated a few meters to find a tree to climb up, then held my breath, held the coffin nail rope, and stayed in the tree to wait for the follow-up.

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