This small spotted cat had lived in the seventh district for a long time. The plum blossoms on the snowy ground were the footprints left by him, and the blood stains and feathers of the bird were the marks of his killing. In other words, he was the overlord of this district.
Until last night, when everything changed.
The change in the energy of heaven and earth made him feel extremely uneasy. He didn't even dare go back to his nest in the carriage shed to sleep, nor did he dare leave this place. He climbed onto the birch tree and spent the night in fear. As soon as the morning sunlight illuminated the heaven and earth, he saw a dreadful scene.
Those field mice, bugs, and cicadas, which were his food, had all turned into things he didn't recognize, exuding an eerie and dreadful energy. Those stray dogs, the cats raised by others, and the cats he had fought with had all turned into such things. Even the tree in which he was hiding seemed to have come back to life. And that bird … when did the bird become such a dreadful thing?!
The little tabby cat knew that if it continued like this, it would definitely die. Its instinctive fear gave it a rare courage. It crawled out of the sparse leaves and gave a slightly trembling meow to the family in the opposite building, which could arouse their sympathy.
He knew that the family was not ordinary people.
He had seen the eerie cicada kill a powerful human being with his own eyes.
He knew that the youth in the blue tracksuit liked him.
As such, he didn't leave last night.
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Hearing the meowing of the cat, Hua Xi came to the window and took a look. Her beautiful face turned pale as she yelled, "Oh, it's the little flower. She is pregnant with the baby. How could she climb to such a high place? Let me go and bring her down."
It was too late. The black bird heard the meowing of the cat and flew over as fast as lightning, pecking at the eyes of the small spotted cat.
It was because the Snow Girl had made a move as well.
This planet was on the verge of being occupied by the Sea of Dark Matter, and many people were about to die. She could have stayed indifferent to it, but she made a move at this moment.
She raised her cute round hand and placed it on Jing Jiu's shoulder.
Jing Jiu's body didn't tremble, and his fingers pressing the keys of the zither were as steady as before; but his left hand on the windowsill moved a little.
Crack!!! The black bird was cut in half halfway in the air, and the cut was very neat.
If there was a way to preserve it, it could even be sent to Base 857 as a specimen.
Then, the two halves of the Blackbird's corpse turned into more fragments, and then turned into black smoke formed by spores.
The infected birch tree was also broken, a third of its height, just above the black scar.
With a loud crack, the birch tree fell, extending from the flower bed all the way to the door of Unit 721 like a bridge.
The little tabby cat sprinted over from the tree bridge, jumped onto the windowsill, entered the room through the open window, and then disappeared.
Jing Jiu's left hand continued to rest on the windowsill, and his right hand continued to play the guqin. He turned to look at Hua Xi and asked, "Is she … pregnant?"
The little tabby cat's abdomen was only slightly bulging, and its movements were so agile that it didn't look like it was pregnant at all.
Hua Xi said, "I feed it steamed cakes every day. How can I not know?"
The steamed cakes in the corner were all eaten by the ants.
Jing Jiu asked curiously, "Isn't it a male cat?"
Hua Xi said in a mocking tone, "Oh, it's a male cat."
As Jing Jiu was about to ask the little flower how long it would take before the baby was born, he suddenly sensed a clear message from the Snow Girl's small round hand.
"You don't need to continue playing the guqin."
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It was indeed unnecessary to continue playing the guqin, regardless of whether it was against the oxen or the horses or the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter.
If there had been a tacit understanding between the two parties, it would have ended after the breaking of the Blackbird and the birch tree.
The tranquility of Unit 720 was broken. A faint rubbing sound rang out, followed by the thudding sound of something landing on the ground. It was unclear how many monsters were rushing toward the dormitory building at the edge of the city. Viewed from the satellite image, it seemed that dozens of black torrents had swallowed this ordinary old dormitory building in an instant.
Neither the satellite nor the surveillance drones in the atmosphere could see the miraculous scene taking place in the next moment.
Crack!!! Crack!!! Countless crisp and low sounds rang out, like the tearing of paper, the green leaves leaving the tree branches, and the snapping of chopsticks. All in all, the snapping sounds indicated that a great many objects had been split into two or more parts in an instant.
Those objects were the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter rushing toward Unit 720 like the tide.
A Dai Xu dashed over from the side of the carriage shed like a flash of lightning. His head had left his neck and shot up into the sky, but it had broken into pieces before it landed on the ground, drifting down like the black snowflakes. His body turned into a puff of powder like a piece of charcoal hit by a heavy hammer.
Dozens of Half-Tails leaped up in the high sky and jumped down like little devils under the dim light. Yet, they couldn't land on the ground, nor could they land on the roof of Unit 720. They were cut into countless pieces on the tenth floor of the building.
More and more monsters rushed over, but none of them could reach the walls of Unit 720, which had been repaired by the cement, nor could they reach the room with the open window. All of them had broken into pieces and dropped to the ground.
The broken limbs of the monsters were falling down like a rainstorm around the old dormitory building, and the black powder was flying in the air; it was a gruesome and terrifying scene. Yet, no other sound could be heard except for the rustling sounds. There were no screams or yells; it was eerily quiet, making one's heart palpitate.
Looking at the scene outside the window, Jing Jiu felt nervous and bewildered, not knowing what had happened outside.
His right hand had already left the piano keys, but he didn't know where to put it.
Hua Xi was petrified. She didn't know whether she should keep eating or scream while holding the bread.
All of a sudden, she noticed that her brother looked different than usual.
The blue tracksuit on Jing Jiu looked a bit loose. It was because he was much shorter than usual at the moment, and his body seemed to have shrunk a bit. Even his eyes and brows showed a hint of childishness, as if he had become a little boy of eleven or twelve years old.
What was going on?
Jing Jiu didn't know what had happened to his body. Looking at the pieces of the corpses of the monsters falling down noiselessly outside the window, he had a strange feeling.
He was well aware that those monsters couldn't die completely even if they were cut into pieces or even slices, because the spores turned from their cells were still infectious.
The intuition of danger made him feel uneasy. The uneasiness turned into agitation, like a wildfire burning in his heart.
Boom!!!
The whole world was ablaze.
To put it more precisely, all the worlds within ten stories of the building were ablaze with the 720th building as the center and the courtyard walls and the edge of the flower beds as the boundary.
The burning was exceedingly violent, resembling the detonation of the dust. The broken corpses of the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter were the fuel. In an instant, the flames had burned most of the corpses into green smoke, forming a huge fireball that drifted slowly toward the upper atmosphere.
This huge fireball formed a distinct contrast with the nine black suns in the distant sky.
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The wildfire in the sky had gradually died out.
The nearby monsters rushed over and were cut into pieces, dying in the flames. The dormitory area had finally regained its tranquility. The basketball court was still deserted. In addition to the marks left by the hovering boards, the scorched remains of the corpses could be seen on the wall.
Some flames were still left on the courtyard walls behind the 720th building, among the birch trees by the edge of the flower beds, and in the sky.
Those flames seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. If one looked closely, they would find that they were actually attached to some fine threads.
Those threads were made of a kind of metal. They were so thin that they couldn't be seen by the naked eye. They were densely woven in the surroundings of the 720th building, forming a shapeless cage.
It was because of these metal threads that the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter had been cut into pieces when they swarmed over here.
The traces of the metal threads could be vaguely seen through the remaining flames. If they followed the metal threads, they would be able to reach the room with the window open.
Before the morning sunlight arrived, the Snow Girl asked Jing Jiu to play the zither, but he was only allowed to use his right hand.
Jing Jiu's left hand was placed on the windowsill.
As the small spotted cat meowed once, the Snow Girl's small round hand landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.
The fingernail on the middle finger of Jing Jiu's left hand grew longer and sharper, and then extended forward, turning into a fine metal thread in an instant and disappearing into the air, forming a shapeless cage that enveloped the 720th building.
It was until now that Jing Jiu didn't know what had happened to his body. It was only when he opened the alloy door last night that he discovered he had a peculiar ability, like the liquid metal robot in the movie.
It was true that Jing Jiu's awareness and Dao Heart were operating at the lowest level because of the Inherited Heaven Sword. He couldn't even employ the basic sword work of Aoyama, to say nothing of the All in One Sword. He was a clumsy youth.
Yet, he was still powerful and formidable.
Many, many years ago, at the beginning of this story, Jing Jiu had said this to Liu Shisui by the pond in that small village.
"What I'm good at is cutting off."
It was because he was the strongest swordsman in the history of the sword work, and more importantly, he was a sword himself.
The flames outlined the outline of the sword in the sky and on the walls of the courtyard. They were countless fine and straight lines.
The remaining flames gradually died out, and the lines were hidden in heaven and earth again, unable to be seen.
Suddenly, a shrill meow of a cat came from the corner of the kitchen.
The small spotted cat sensed that a terrible and troublesome danger was approaching, so it alerted its companions.
It should be the blood thumbs. Unlike the dark energy that was shapeless and intangible, they were almost shapeless and had a more lethal and infectious power.
No matter how dense the net of swords enveloping the 720th building was, it couldn't be so dense that the microorganisms couldn't pass through.
Jing Jiu didn't sense the arrival of the blood thumbs, but he saw them.
Perhaps the small round hand that the Snow Girl placed on his shoulder not only turned his body back into the sword, but also brought him some other abilities.
His eyes became very bright, and the little boy became more energetic.
Just as he was itching to light another fire to burn those blood thumbs to death, he felt a clear message from the small round hand on his shoulder.
"It's too boring. Keep on playing the piano."
Without thinking too much, Jing Jiu pressed the fingers of his right hand on the piano keys, giving off a crisp and moving sound, like the tinkling of the spring water.
In this piece of piano music he composed casually, the buzzing sounds of the mosquitoes flying happily in the summer night could be vaguely heard.
It was unclear how many mosquitoes had appeared in the building area covered with the remnant snow and the chilly wind.
Pah!!! Many faint crackling sounds broke out in the surroundings of the building area, which sounded like the sound made by the old type of mosquito killer.
It was not the mosquitoes that were killed.
It was unclear what method those invisible mosquitoes from the Fiend Prison had used to hunt and eat all the invisible blood thumbs.
Pah!!! Cold Cicada, which had disappeared a long time ago, flew back to the windowsill. He looked at the outside in Silence, like a vivid jade statue.
His compound pupils reflected heaven and earth and the nine black suns in the distance, devoid of any fear, only indifference and pride, like that of a king.
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