Wang Teng's sister covered her stomach, and when she saw the cat squirming towards her, she raised her foot and stepped on it.

She stomped on the cat a few times, kept scolding, and kicked the cat away with one last kick.

The cat's body landed at the feet of Wang Teng's younger brother.

He jumped up in fright, but the cat seemed to hook into his trouser leg and hung on it.

Wang Teng's younger brother screamed, snatched the kitchen knife from his mother's hand, and stabbed the cat a few times, picking the cat's torn body open.

The family gasped and looked at the cat's corpse, and then at the bloodstains on the ground.

After a while, the middle-aged man punched his daughter in the head.

The middle-aged woman was busy protecting her daughter, "She's still hurt, what are you doing!" ”

"It's all the stuff she picked up!"

"Go get an injection, Mom, you call an ambulance, hurry up and get an injection at the hospital! This cat must have rabies! Wang Teng's sister cried.

The middle-aged man looked at the wound on his hand, and he was angry, and he wanted to swing his fist again.

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! ”

The middle-aged woman stopped in front of him and shouted at Wang Teng's younger brother and in the other direction.

Wang Teng's younger brother ran to the desk, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed out.

"Meow ——!" A terrible cat meow came out of the phone's receiver, and the volume rang out so loud that everyone could hear it.

The family's movements stopped.

"Meow."

"Meow—"

"Meow meow."

The sound of cats meowing came from all directions, like a group of cats calling spring, surrounding the house.

I looked out the balcony window.

Outside the window, the figures of cats jumped to the trees and windowsills, their eyes glowing in the night.

"Haunted! Haunted! Wang Teng's sister cried, trembling with fright.

"What did you pick up?! What the hell did you pick up? Wang Teng's father was even more angry, grabbed his daughter's collar, and asked one after another, but his eyes also showed fear.

The father and daughter looked at each other, Wang Teng's sister trembled, her crotch was already wet, and the fishy smell wafted out.

"I don't know. I picked up a feral cat! I picked up a wild cat! Picked it up downstairs! It's sticking up! It sticks to it first! She cried, her emotions already broken, her voice uncontrollable, up and down.

The middle-aged woman also cried, hugged her husband's arm, and put her whole body on him, only shouting what to do.

The door of Wang Teng's room was suddenly slammed shut, making an earth-shattering sound.

Wang Teng's younger brother rushed to the door of the room, twisted the doorknob, called Wang Teng, and slapped and banged on the door panel.

"Open the door! Open the door! Wang Teng! You don't want to run away! Don't you think! Wang Teng's younger brother looked hideous, and when he saw the blood on his hands and the bloody handprints left on the door panel, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

He retreated all the way to the entrance, as if suddenly he remembered something, and his hand was on the doorknob, about to open it.

"Don't open the door! Wang Xian! The middle-aged man shouted to stop.

He shouted a step too late, and the door was opened.

The door was slammed open, and Wang Teng's younger brother saw the wild cats gathered at the door.

They are of different colors and sizes, and they gather in the doorway like a colorful plush carpet.

All the cats raised their heads the moment Brother Wang Teng opened the door, and their eyes stared at Brother Wang Teng.

He was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he sat down directly on the ground.

The cats didn't move, they just stared at people.

The strange spring-like barks of the wild cats continued, but the cats at the door were unusually quiet.

Wang Teng's father rushed over to close the door.

He had only run a few steps before he stumbled. He tripped over the corpse of the black cat.

There was a lot of black cat blood on the floor, and the floor was slippery.

Wang Teng's father slowly lowered his head and looked at the corpse and the blood stains that had been dragged on the ground.

He rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground.

As if getting a signal, the wild cat outside the door rushed in, and the wild cat in the window also broke in.

Wang Teng's mother and sister just let out a scream and both fell to the ground.

Wang Teng's younger brother crawled back a few centimeters and fell to the ground.

I saw that their bodies were out of breath and their chests were not heaving.

They died suddenly.

The group of wild cats burst into the house, and it was not known which one hit the door, and the door was slowly shut.

The wild cat pounced on the corpses of the four men, opened its mouth and bit the flesh of the corpses, tearing them apart.

What I saw was like a documentary of the prairie animals, with cheetahs and lions ferociously gnawing on their prey.

However, the predators are not large beasts of prey, but a herd of wild cats, and the prey is not herbivores such as cattle and sheep, but humans.

The blood fell to the ground and began to spread, seeping into the floor. There are wild cats licking the blood and relishing it.

My gaze shifted to the mangled cat corpse.

All I could see was the snow-white paw. That claw was soon soaked in blood as well.

The corpse was covered by other wild cats.

The room was filled with chewing sounds, gnawing bones, and torn clothes. One cat raised its head, licked its bloody mouth, and soon began to eat again.

Gradually, wild cats departed. They jumped out of the broken window and disappeared into the night.

The chewing sound became louder.

They had chewed up the bones, and there was nothing left, and even the blood on the ground had been licked clean by them.

This is not a cat.

They exude an unusual aura, they are not cats, they are not ghosts.

I already had a guess, but my eyes were still on the cat corpse.

After the skulls of all four men were swallowed by the wildcats, the last few also left.

Lying on the ground was only the cat's corpse and a few rags.

The cat's carcass squirmed.

It was as if new flesh had grown from the broken area, and it was connected.

But this self-healing is not complete.

The broken cat struggled to stand up, its body was very uncoordinated and its movements were uncoordinated.

It quickly fell to the ground.

Its claws, head, ears, and eyes were moving, and every inch of its body muscles moved on its own, as if it had its own consciousness.

Like a caterpillar struggling and wriggling on the ground for a while, it stops.

I saw a smear of soul fly out of the cat's corpse. The human form is blurred, and the face is not visible. The soul was filled with a mood of happiness and ecstasy, floating out of the ceiling.

The cat's corpse squirmed again, this time wilder, bouncing on the ground like an electric shock and making a weird cat meow.

After struggling like this for a while, the cat was able to stand up.

The cat took a few steps, then fell again, turning its head as if it were fighting against itself.

I saw the cat's movements stop for a while, like a toddler, and slowly turned around and looked at Wang Teng's bedroom door.

It walked over step by step, its claws pressed against the door, leaving paw prints on it.

It screamed a few times, with a terrible cry, but immediately shut up.

No one opened the door.

The cat grinded its paws with the door panel and kept barking, but Wang Teng still didn't open the door.

Its body seemed to be very weak, and after tossing and turning like this for a while, it lay down on the edge of the door and fell asleep.

I looked at the door.

The room had become quiet. Wind was blowing in through the holes in the windows. Outside, there is the sound of the engine of the air conditioner, and from time to time there is the sound of vehicles passing by and people talking.

The smell of blood was slowly dissipating, and the large patches of blood on the floor were blurry, like some kind of smudge.

I approached the door, trying to walk through it.

Even if I can't see Wang Teng, I can be sure if he is in the house and awake.

My steps stopped.

Click.

The doorknob was twisted, and the door was pulled open little by little.

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