It stood on the roof of a small three-story building, and it couldn't help but feel deep disappointment when it looked at the group of riders who could only pay lip service. They were scared away by a rabble of stray cats, and they didn't say anything about the ugliness of the car just now, just lifted the hood of the sports car and cursed at the engine that had been baptized by cat urine.

What a rubbish!

Ignoring the unruly waste, it stiffened its head and judged the time by the position of the moon.

The time of the night was being compressed, it was getting darker and brighter, and it was almost halfway through the evening, and it found nothing.

This has happened a lot lately, sometimes it wanders all night and can't find a suitable target, and even if it does, it will always be inexplicably disturbed by a group of stray cats that have appeared out of nowhere.

Something seems wrong.

It tried to remember, and at first, everything went so smoothly - it crisscrossed the coastal city at night, and it was almost like no one. It can easily find weak-minded targets, and then successfully influence their minds, borrowing their hands to torture stray cats, while it itself sits firmly on the Diaoyu Tai and enjoys the pleasure of growing in strength.

Just keep it up a little longer......

It lifted one of its front paws and looked down to take a closer look.

The body is still a little stiff and heavy, far from being as flexible and soft as a real cat, and the skin still cracks when it hits, making it look clumsy when it flickers and moves.

As long as it lasts a little longer, it will be able to reborn and replace this heavy skin, and then it will no longer need to use its prosthetic hands to kill the cat with its own hands - although it does not need it much now, but it can only bully the old, weak, sick and disabled cat, if the other party is a young cat, it will be difficult for it to catch up, unless it is a sudden attack.

However, the situation that was originally smooth sailing has been abnormal recently, it does not know what is wrong, the stray cats that were originally a rabble seem to have some kind of tacit understanding, once they hear the call for help of the same kind nearby, they do not turn a blind eye or walk away as before, but gather from all directions as fast as possible to help the same kind in distress.

Even if it wanted to break its head, it couldn't figure out who gave them such a bear-hearted leopard guts, not to mention that its brain was not very flexible in the first place.

It observed the group of stray cats that had just appeared in the dark, and they stayed vigilantly around the mother cat with cubs for a while, in order to avoid the mother cat being nervous, they did not get too close, only one of the stray cats ran to the mother cat, and tried to explain something to the mother cat with gestures...... Or maybe it's preaching.

The mother cat was wary of these stray cats at first, but it didn't take long for her to seem to be fascinated, and her eyes gradually glowed with a different look from the past.

Hidden in the dark, it was eager to get up close and hear what the hell these stray cats were promoting, and its intuition told it that it was probably related to recent adversity.

However, there seems to be another intuition warning it not to listen, as it may harm it.

It's just words and gestures, how can it hurt it?

It doesn't make sense.

After a while, while it was still oscillating between "listening" and "not listening", there were suddenly several terrible cat meows in the distance.

The cry was so terrible that it would not have been possible to reach so far if it had not been in the dead of night, and it would probably not have been heard by humans, only animals with a keen sense of hearing could hear it.

It narrowed its eyes and looked into the distance, and its mournful cry was like fairy music to it.

What's going on?

It's still here, what's going on with the distant cry?

Soon it understood that there must be humans who were spontaneously abusing and killing stray cats, not under its influence and bewitchment, but by their own will to harm stray cats.

The corners of its mouth curled up happily, and it liked such self-conscious humans more than the marionettes it had bewitched.

Those bewitched human beings often relented at critical moments, and what is the meaning of abusing but not killing?

The stray cats present also heard this scream, and they panicked slightly, but one of the cats screamed and quieted them down, and it was the cat that had just gestured to the mother cat.

The cat quickly divided the stray cats into two waves, one who stayed here to protect the mother cat and the kitten, and the other rushed to the direction where the screams came from, apparently to do the same, to rescue the cat that was being tortured.

Interesting!

Hidden in the darkness, it became excited, and its heart soared into ecstasy.

In fact, these stray cats do not have to be split in two, because it has lost interest in the female cat, and there is obviously better prey waiting for it in the distance.

So, following the footsteps of the stray cats, it ran away with the screams.

Slow down!

It shouted in its heart, slow down!

It doesn't want the stray cats in front of it to run slower, but shouts to the cat abuse warriors in the distance, because the most important essence of torture and killing is "slow", and it is necessary to let the stray cats fully taste the pain before dying, just like the ancient Chinese Ling Chi punishment and the ancient Egyptian process of making live cats into mummies, it is not interesting to kill them with a knife.

It hoped that the Cat Torturer would be slower, at least save the best parts for when it arrived, so that it could generously mentor the Warrior and allow him more power.

Since it hadn't received fresh power for several days, it felt that the power in its body was quietly draining, and if it continued like this, it would sooner or later become a lump of bronze again, so it attached great importance to this operation, hoping to reverse the decline in one fell swoop.

It even decided that if the cat abuser it had never met performed well and could make it blue-eyed, it would be willing to nurture him for a long time, make him its master, and guide him to carry out more efficient cat abuse operations, at least until it was reborn, and it had enough of hungry days like this!

As for what to do with him when it achieves its goal......

One thing is for sure – it is God, and God only needs sacrifices, not masters!

It was thinking in its heart with great interest, and ran east with the stray cats.

The mournful screams were getting closer and closer, and they were already audible, and it was getting more and more excited.

Well?

Over here......

Where is this?

Why is it so familiar?

It paused, surveying the buildings around it in confusion, memories of the not-so-distant period reviving in its mind.

The sign of the Strange Pet Store stands tall and makes it hesitate.