When Xuan Silin's people rushed in, the old cat was already so frightened that he got on the top of the cabinet and didn't come down.

Xuan Silin's people hooked the old cat's hind legs with a long hook, and let out a terrible howl, followed by being dragged to the ground heavily.

At that moment, Yang Zheng, who was held by someone, felt that he was going crazy.

He has nothing, and even a cat next to him has to be tortured and killed in such an inhumane way.

Why! Why do this to him!

Is it just because he was born in the Yang family? Is it just because he has no spiritual roots?

Yang Zheng's eyes were red, as if the group of people in front of him had no enmity with him.

He desperately broke away from the little Taoist priest who held him tightly, and rushed to the old cat like crazy, not caring to stop the bleeding for it, picking it up and rushing out with all his might.

In the chaos, Yang Zheng couldn't count how many sticks had fallen on him, except for the occasional sentence or two, "Don't be too ruthless" and "Don't kill him", the rest were screaming and shouting to kill.

Yang Zheng was beaten to his knees several times, but he gritted his teeth and stood up again.

He wasn't sure if these people wanted his life or not, but the old cat in his arms, Yang Zheng understood, they were killed.

But the old cat in his arms gradually stopped moving, soft and hot, Yang Zheng couldn't tell whether it was cat hair or cat blood, and he didn't have time to think about it.

He only ran desperately, and he didn't know how long he had been running, as if at that point, Yang Zheng's legs were weak and he rolled to the ground.

The old cat was still tightly held in his arms, but it didn't move.

Yang Zheng realized something, and the despair and pain at this moment overshadowed this tired teenager like a flood.

There's no one around.

The world is slim, only Yang Zheng and the cat in his arms.

Tears finally burst out of his eyes, Yang Zheng hugged the cat, and cried the grievances of the past half a year.

Tired of crying, Yang Zheng fell asleep with the old cat's corpse.

There is nothing left, and there is nothing to fear.

Even if he is killed by the chasing man at this moment, can it be worse?

Perhaps because of this, Yang Zheng slept very soundly this night, so familiar that when he woke up, he didn't know where he was.

And the old cat, who had already been cold, squinted his eyes and copied his hands at the moment, and was in front of him.

Yang Zheng, who didn't know what was going on, was stunned until the old cat spoke.

There are two things in total.

First, the old cat made it clear that he was indeed a demon.

But since he became a demon, he didn't think it was interesting, so he has always regarded himself as an ordinary cat.

Eating and drinking at Yang's house without worry, sleeping all day long, is already extremely comfortable, and the old cat does not ask for anything else.

In this way, it can still be suspected of being a demon.

Xuan Silin's people used the name of demon slaying to kill him, and he never expected it.

Although he knew that if he really fought, Xuan Silin's fake Taoist priests would definitely not be his opponents.

But the old cat really showed his demon form, I am afraid that Yang Zheng will really fall into the charge of raising a private cat demon, and there will be no good end.

Therefore, the old cat just jumped up and down, without resistance, and finally "died".

If you want to say death, it's not bad.

The old cat is indeed dead.

But once the cat becomes a demon, it has nine lives, and if this one is lost, it will be lost, and the old cat doesn't care about Yang Zheng.

Just take it as a repayment, after all, Yang Zheng has raised him for so many years.

Second, the old cat already knows one thing, but it is difficult to say that he wants to be a cat.

As far back as half a year ago, Yang Zheng's mother had been secretly executed by the Yang family.

It was Yang Zheng's father who took the lead in giving the order.

The reason is also very ridiculous, because Yang Zheng has no spiritual root, and Yang's father thinks about it, he can only be that his wife is unfaithful to him, and this child is not his own at all!

This makes sense, it's not the blood of the Yang family, how can the spiritual root in the blood of the Yang family come from?

The more Father Yang thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, so he thought that Yang's mother was depressed because of Yang Zheng's lack of spiritual roots, and finally died of illness, and this kind of ambiguous words were vague.

The elders of the Yang family who could speak also felt that this matter was mostly the fault of Yang's mother, so they naturally helped cover it up.

At this point, Yang's mother is dead, and only Yang Zheng is left.

As long as he is given the name of being suppressed by demons, then Father Yang can be covered up in the past.

As for the future, Yang Zheng "accidentally" died of illness like Yang's mother, and it will be a hundred over.

It is best if the Yang family is not ashamed of this matter.

After listening to the old cat's words, Yang Zheng's eyes were already red, he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and trembled.

Yang Zheng, who had been in chaos for a long time, only hatred was left in his heart at this moment.

He asked the old cat if he would like to help him.

The old cat thought for a moment, then nodded.

But today's Yang Zheng is just a teenager less than eleven years old, how can he have the ability to take revenge.

The old cat thought of a way for him, that is, to become a spirit weapon master, making excellent spirit weapons for all demons.

In this way, he can exchange more demons to help him.

One day, take the demons back to Yang's house.

Yang Zheng agreed, and under the old cat's professor, he slowly began to work.

Ritual instruments are for human use, so most of the mages are human.

The spirit weapon is for the demon, and most of the living spirit weapons are also demons.

And if a person wants to become a spiritual weapon, he needs to be beyond ordinary people's imagination and understanding.

Because the demon spirit is a thing that has no fixed shape, the amount of energy it can possess is also uneven.

For those who have never been in contact with the spirits, it is difficult to imagine how such a thing can be manipulated.

Not to mention wanting to make an object that can control the Wisps well.

Ironically, Yang Zheng, who was born in a family of magic weapons, did not have any spiritual roots for making magic weapons, and he actually had an abnormal talent for making spiritual weapons for demons.

Even the old cat never thought that this child, who had just turned ten years old, would have such an imagination.

The old cat just gave a brief introduction, and Yang Zheng, who had watched his father make magic weapons since he was a child, had his own ideas.

He made one, and he showed the old cat one.

The old cat saw that his general direction was good, and with a little pointer, he could go to the next level.

Slowly, in the word of mouth of the demons, Yang Zheng became a well-known spiritual weapon master near and far.

At that time, Yang Zheng didn't ask for anything else, except for collecting some of the silver needed to get by, he only asked for the demon who came to buy spiritual weapons to help him kill back to the Yang family one day.

In this way, he was incognito and secretly recruited troops for five years.

It was a night without moonlight, and when Yang Zheng stood in front of his father with all the demons, Yang's father didn't recognize his son who had been separated for five years.

He thought that the wild species had already died outside.

But when Yang Zheng asked him with a gloomy face, how many people knew the real cause of his mother's death, and Yang's father was annoyed and angry.

Perhaps it is because over the years that hatred has become a habit.