The kitten huddled in Wu Rong’s arms, looking around with curiosity as he carried it out of the car. When they stepped outside, it pretended to be afraid, burying its head in Wu Rong’s sleeve, and secretly took in a deep breath.
Ah, the aroma!
The kitten shivered with delight and even its lingering resentment from being left alone in the villa by Wu Rong vanished in an instant.
Little did it expect that this human, who had left for a while, would come back with delicious treats. This human was a treasure trove of goodies! The kitten could smell the pure energy emanating from Wu Rong’s waist, from which wafted the enticing smell of crispy thin pancakes (The Yangjin Zhuoma in the white jade tube), and it could also catch the aroma of a mouth-watering feast hidden within Wu Rong’s backpack (The Pearl of Purification in the prayer wheel).
Oh, and of course, its favorite plump little spider was also there.
It had grown even fatter, with plump and black limbs full of meat. There was also a flat spider beside the little spider, which had a slightly unpleasant odor, but the kitten could endure it. If it could enjoy the two together, it would surely be a feast for its senses.
Thinking of this, the kitten secretly swallowed some saliva. It happily wagged its tail and refused to get off of Wu Rong’s body; this was indeed a cat’s paradise!
Suddenly, it sensed something, its head rested on Wu Rong’s arm and its cold blue eyes swept a glance over a corner of the street, the beautiful glass-like eyes revealing an arrogance born from a sense of superiority,. Under its fierce gaze, dozens of black cat heads vaguely exposed in the shadows of a tree at that corner of the street quickly shrank away.
No one can disturb its relationship with its human, meow!
Following its feline instincts, the kitten rubbed its head against Wu Rong’s arm, trying to leave its scent. However, it soon realized that it wasn’t a real cat; it had no pheromones, and it didn’t shed any fur. With a sneaky look, the kitten seized an opportunity while the humans were talking, and furiously rubbed itself against Wu Rong’s body, leaving a layer of soft ‘white fur’ on his black shirt.
This is its human!
Just as the kitten basked in its self-satisfaction, a merciless iron hand reached out toward its head.
Meow?
“Brother Rong, are you really going in alone?”
Huang Mao asked with concern, unconsciously rubbing the milky kitten’s head. The little cat was misshapen didn’t dare to make a sound because the imposing Ghost Dog King was staring at it. This Ms. Mo had a very peculiar temperament, only liking cats and not dogs. To be on the safe side, Wu Rong wasn’t even considering bringing the Ghost Dog King.
Huang Mao’s worry wasn’t unfounded. The small villa looked like a scary mansion straight out of a horror game!
“You guys wait for me outside.”
The voice that had just spoken only invited Wu Rong. Without saying much, under the watchful gazes of Bai Gu and Huang Mao, he carried the kitten and entered the villa. As soon as he entered, the iron gate closed automatically, dividing the inside and the outside of the villa into two worlds.
The lawn by the side of the path, overgrown with grass, seemed to have been neglected for a long time. Weeds grew wantonly, and light-colored wild flowers were blooming in the grass. The trees beside the small garden were leafless, even though it wasn’t autumn yet. Their dry and pale branches twisted grotesquely, pointing to the sky, with several crows perched on them. These black birds didn’t move, and their eerie crimson eyes stared in Wu Rong’s direction.
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Upon closer inspection, Wu Rong realized that they weren’t real birds but some kind of puppets.
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But the door only opened halfway, and an unexpected incident occurred.
“Meow—!”
A piercing and shrill cat’s cry suddenly sounded from above the door, accompanied by a nauseating and unpleasant odor. Wu Rong immediately looked up and saw a long nail above the wooden door, with a black cat puppet hanging from it. The puppet was small, like a keychain, but it was crafted with incredible attention to detail. Its fur was glossy and black, and its eyes looked like they were made of jade, with a deep and penetrating green hue.
The cat’s cry continued to emanate from within the black cat puppet, becoming increasingly mournful and ear-piercing, like sharp knives scraping against one’s mind. Those with weaker wills would find it unbearable. It appeared as though the puppet was gradually becoming tattered and withered, as if it were made from the skin of a real cat. Its eye sockets also gained a tinge of dirty crimson, projecting a cunning and malevolent human-like gaze.
And with the cat’s cry, the wooden door that had just been opened started to slowly close!
Wu Rong furrowed his brow, and the ghost pattern on his left arm lit up. But before he could do anything, the Persian kitten turned over and got up, perking its ears and wrinkling its nose as if it were a wild beast whose territory had been invaded. It roared fiercely at the black cat puppet.
“Fshhhh—!!”
Click.
The wooden door opened, and the black cat puppet returned to its normal state, shrinking down in a low-key manner. Its jade eyes were filled with fear. The kitten, with its pink little nose, snorted lazily and retreated into Wu Rong’s arms, raising its chin disdainfully.
Can you roar louder than me, you useless cat?
Look at me again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!
Clatter, clatter.
Two hard objects fell to the ground. The jade eyes of the black cat puppet dropped out, and the bent sutures made it appear as though its eyes were closed. Wu Rong, who had witnessed everything, calmly patted the kitten’s head.
On the first day he brought Bai Gu back, Bai Gu had told him the kitten’s true identity. But since it liked eating mantou, was willing to be a cat, and his mother quite liked it, Wu Rong didn’t mind having another little companion.
He didn’t expect it would come in handy this time.
“Esteemed guest, please come in.”
The gender-neutral voice rang out again, this time with a hint of added respect. Wu Rong entered the villa while holding the kitten.
As soon as he entered, Wu Rong smelled a strange odor. The interior of the villa looked completely different from its exterior. Thick curtains, dark-colored furniture, and Western-style decor made it look more like a haunted mansion where terrifying events might occur. The floor was covered with thick deep purple carpets adorned with various cat patterns. Cat-themed artwork hung on the walls, cat ceramic ornaments decorated the counters, and cat-shaped pillows were piled on the sofa.
Even the cutest things can become creepy when there are too many of them. Wu Rong sensed a faint aura of Yin Qi from them. If an ordinary guest came here, they would likely be terrified by this room full of cats and be frightened to the point of collapse.
But Wu Rong was different as he entered with the kitten in his arms. When he entered, all the “cats” in the room closed their eyes. The paintings that were hanging high automatically moved lower, and ornaments seemed to fall from the counter. Even the upright pillows laid flat, and suddenly, all the “cats” in the villa were positioned lower than the kitten in Wu Rong’s arms, displaying submission.
“Esteemed guest, please excuse the absence of the master, who is currently unwell,” the androgynous voice spoke, and simultaneously, the fireplace ignited as if by magic. The bright flames illuminated the low walnut colored table in front of the fireplace and the light grass-green sofas on both sides. There were light yellow cushions on the sofa and the voice just now came from a cushion on the left side.
Wu Rong walked over, still holding the kitten, and saw that there was no human on the sofa. Instead, a black and white cat lay there. It had beautifully patterned fur, with a shiny and soft black coat along its back and face, black fur along its chest with a white diamond-shaped patch at the centre and a pure white belly. It looked like a cat wearing a tuxedo with a small bowtie.
This cat had beautiful dark green eyes, but its left eye was injured, with just a black void where the eyeball should be.
“The weather isn’t good, and our owner’s old ailment has flared up again, so they cannot personally welcome you. Please forgive the inconvenience, meow,” the tuxedo cat spoke in a very gentlemanly manner. Its voice, which had previously been sharp and undistinguishable in gender, became softer. Although its demeanor and posture were indistinguishable from a normal cat, Wu Rong felt a deeply hidden aura when it spoke.
This tuxedo cat was also not a real cat but a doll with finer workmanship.
“I believe you’ve brought what the master needs,” the tuxedo cat said politely. “The master has also prepared a gift for you.”
“Hey, Brother Rong, you’re back so soon?!” Huang Mao, who was smoking by the car, was surprised. He was so startled that he didn’t even react immediately when the cigarette reached its end and burned his fingers. He rushed over, asking, “Was everything smooth? How did it go?”
Bai Gu also looked surprised. It had only been about half an hour since Wu Rong entered, and he had already come out. Did he manage to settle things with Ms. Mo so quickly?
Wu Rong shook his head in silence, and it wasn’t until they were back in the car and heading home that he said in a subdued tone, “We had bad timing.”
As soon as he entered the villa, he smelled the scent of a corpse mixed with a spicy aroma coming from the second floor. Despite the appointment being scheduled in advance, how could Lady Mo have conveniently fallen ill at this exact moment? It had been sunny for the past few days, the weather was great, and yet the tuxedo cat had mentioned the weather being bad.
It was possible that Ms. Mo had already passed away.
But in this world, some dead people could continue to “live” just like living people. Wu Rong wasn’t interested in digging deeper into other people’s secrets, because he had already obtained what he wanted.
He exchanged the piece of red jade and another palm-sized imperial green jade for a handwritten page from the Bible. When he held that page of the Bible, he felt the Big Ghost’s strong emotional fluctuations.
The page was already yellowed, but it was still in good condition. It seemed to be made of a small piece of parchment with handwritten text in black ink. The handwriting wasn’t particularly neat, somewhat resembling a child’s handwriting, with varying letter sizes, but it was written with great care. However, there was a large cross drawn over the entire text.
“It’s a passage from the Bible,” Bai Gu took a look and translated it for Wu Rong, saying, ‘You shall not steal, You shall not bear false witness, and you shall not lie to one another.’ and ‘Whoever conceals hatred with lying lips and spreads slander is a fool.’. Only these two sentences are written.”
“What does it mean? Is it telling us not to lie? And why is there a cross drawn over it? Does it mean this person doesn’t believe in Christianity?” Huang Mao scratched his head, trying to interpret it, while Bai Gu proposed various hypotheses. Wu Rong, however, was lost in thought, his eyes especially falling on the black cross.
That day, when he returned to the villa, Wu Rong thought throughout the night, and then he dug up the gold box he had buried in the garden.
The gold box contained the stone head of a man who claimed to be Pseudologoi (the Deceiver, the God of Lies).
The author has something to say:
Stone Sculpture Head: Who would have thought that he would actually bury me? This heartless man.
Stone Sculpture Head: So, love can disappear, right?
Kitty: Yes, now the owner only loves me, meow!
M1zushi: poor kitty, it doesn’t have an owner anymore :((
Btw WR probably thought Ms. Mo’s corpse had a good smell because strong Yin Qi smells like food for him XD
Cloud Chip Cake: Both Wu Rong and his Persian cat have a gourmet sense of smell, like owner like cat I guess? Also, I wonder how the dolls still function since Ms. Mo has already passed away….
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
thanks for the chapter!!! ❤️❤️❤️
lol first when I saw Shan Rong I definitely thought he was a cat person- oh well, looks like he’s just a pet person… it’s okay everyone has the same amount of love, as long as your useful you can stay <3