After a few more pulls, the little black cat suddenly looked up at me.

Meow Meow Meow .....

It barks at me, as if it were talking to me.

But I still don't understand it for a while......

"Little thing, what do you want to tell me?"

No matter how human a cat is, it is impossible for a cat to open its mouth to speak.

It lowered its head and looked instead at the coffin beneath its feet.

Looking at its lowered gaze, I couldn't help but have a guess.

"You're trying to get me to open it?"

Meow!

The little black cat quickly turned its head and barked very cheerfully, as if to confirm my guess.

"Oh well...."

I stepped forward, this black cat

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