I struggled to open my mouth to get rid of it.

The little black cat didn't leave, but jumped on the coffin and sat on my back.

Cats are warmer than people to engage in.

As soon as it sat down, I felt warm.

Then the heat came from the back to the chest for some reason, and it became more and more scorching.

It's like being put on a soldering iron, and it's so uncomfortable that I can't move.

But strange to say, the coffin, which was still shaking, was quiet.

An image of a charm appeared in my mind, and my body began to straighten up uncontrollably from the coffin board.

The cat lying on its back was startled.

Meow!

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