It stood on the roof of the three-story building, observing the racers who only knew how to talk. It couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed. They had actually been scared away by a bunch of stray cats just like that? And they didn't mention their ugly behavior just now. They just opened the hood of the sports car and scolded the engine that had been baptized by cat pee.
What trash!
It didn't care about the useless trash anymore. It raised its head stiffly and judged the time based on the position of the moon.
The time of the night was being compressed. The sky darkened later and brightened earlier. Half of the night had passed, but it had found nothing.
This kind of situation had happened a lot recently. Sometimes it would wander the whole night and still not find a suitable target. Even if it did find one, it would always be interrupted by a group of stray cats that came out of nowhere, just like today.
Something didn't seem right.
It tried hard to remember. In the beginning, everything had been so smooth. It had dominated the night of Binhai City, as if it had entered an uninhabited land. It could easily find weak-willed targets and then successfully influence their thinking. It used their hands to kill stray cats, while it sat on the fishing platform and enjoyed the joy of its power increasing.
Just a little more time …
It lifted one of its front paws and looked down to observe it carefully.
Its body was still a little stiff and heavy. It was far from being as flexible and soft as a real cat. There was still a crisp sound when its skin was knocked on, making it look clumsy when it moved around.
Just a little more time and it could be reborn and replace this heavy skin. At that time, it wouldn't need to use other people's hands. It could start killing cats with its own hands. Although it didn't really need it now, it could only bully the old, weak, and sick cats. If the other party was a young cat, it would be very difficult to catch up unless it was a surprise attack.
However, the originally smooth sailing situation had recently become abnormal. It didn't know what had gone wrong. The stray cats, who were originally a mob, seemed to have developed some kind of tacit understanding. Once they heard a call for help from their own kind, they didn't turn a blind eye or leave like before. Instead, they gathered from all directions as fast as they could to help their own kind in danger.
Even if it racked its brains, it couldn't figure out who gave them such courage, not to mention that its brain wasn't very flexible to begin with.
It observed the group of stray cats that had just appeared in the dark. They surrounded the mother cat with the kittens and stayed vigilantly for a while. In order to prevent the mother cat from being nervous, they didn't get too close. Only one of the stray cats ran to the side of the mother cat and gestured to the mother cat, trying to explain something … or preach something.
At first, the mother cat was wary of the strays, but not long after, it seemed to be fascinated by the story, and its eyes began to shine with a different light than before.
Hidden in the darkness, it really wanted to get closer and listen to what these stray cats were promoting. Its intuition told it that it was likely to be related to the recent adversity.
However, there seemed to be another intuition in the unseen world warning it not to listen, as it might harm it if it did.
It was just words and gestures. How could they hurt it?
It could not figure it out.
After a while, when it was still wavering between "listening" and "not listening," there were suddenly a few shrill cat cries in the distance.
The cries were exceptionally shrill, and they were very far away. If it wasn't the dead of night, they definitely wouldn't be able to travel so far, and humans probably wouldn't be able to hear them. Only animals with sensitive hearing would be able to hear them.
It narrowed its eyes and looked into the distance. The shrill cries were like heavenly music to it.
What was going on?
It was still here. What was going on with the cries in the distance?
Very quickly, it understood that there must be humans who were spontaneously killing stray cats. They weren't being influenced or bewitched by it, but were using their own will to harm the stray cats.
The corners of its mouth curled up happily. It liked humans who were so self-aware the most. They gave it more power than the puppets that were bewitched by it.
Those bewitched humans were often soft-hearted at critical moments. What was the point of torturing them without killing them? It really couldn't let it enjoy itself.
The stray cats present also heard the cries, and they panicked a little. However, one of the cats let out a loud cry, calming them down. It was the cat that had been gesturing to the female cat.
The cat quickly divided the stray cats present into two groups. One group stayed there to protect the female cat and the kittens, and the other group rushed in the direction of the cries. It was obvious that they wanted to do the same and rescue the cat that was being tortured to death.
Interesting!
Hidden in the darkness, it became very excited, and waves of ecstasy rose in its heart.
In fact, these stray cats didn't have to be divided into two, because it had already lost interest in the female cat. There was obviously a better prey waiting for it in the distance.
So, it followed the steps of the stray cats and ran into the distance, following the cries.
Slower!
It shouted in its heart. Slower!
It didn't want the stray cats in front of it to run slower, but it was shouting to the cat abuser in the distance, because the most important essence of torture was "slow." It had to let the stray cats fully taste the pain before they died. It was like the ancient China's death by a thousand cuts, and the ancient Egypt's process of turning live cats into mummies. There was no meaning in killing them with a knife.
It hoped that the cat abuser warrior would be slower, or at least leave the most exciting part until it arrived. That way, it could generously guide the warrior and allow it to gain more power.
Because it hadn't received any fresh power for a few days, it felt that the power in its body was slowly draining away. If this continued, it would become a bronze lump again sooner or later. So, it valued this action very much, hoping to use it to reverse its decline.
It even decided that if the cat abusing warrior, whom it had never met before, performed well and was able to gain its favor, it was willing to train him for a long time and let him become its master. It would guide him to carry out more efficient cat abusing actions, at least until it was reborn. It had had enough of these days where it had to starve and then fill its belly!
As for how it would deal with him after it achieved its goal …
One thing was for sure — it was God, and God only needed sacrifices, not masters!
It calculated excitedly in its heart, and ran east with the group of stray cats.
The cries were getting closer and closer, and it could already hear them clearly. It was getting more and more excited.
Huh?
This place …
Where was this place?
Why did it look so familiar?
It stopped and looked at the surrounding buildings in confusion. Memories from not too long ago gradually came back to its mind.
The sign of the Amazing Fate Pet Shop stood tall, making it hesitate to move forward.
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