Chapter 9: The Nine-Lived Cat Corpse 2

  Especially, the memorial tablet was placed in the innermost house, which was the room of the beautiful grandmother. There were seven or eight of them, but he didn't see them when he came during the day. The most special thing was that Wenjing's memorial tablet was surrounded by a circle of gold jewelry, and Youmo dared not touch it randomly.

  I said this must be a wicked spell that makes Wenjing fall in love with the old man, and just as I was about to snatch the spiritual position, I heard a meow.

  He didn't make a sound, shining his flashlight on the ground to look for his cat son, but I lifted my head up because that meow clearly came from above.

  The flashlight beam was shining towards the rooftop, and at the same time, a drop of water landed on my forehead. I reached out to wipe it off, feeling cold and sticky, with a metallic smell piercing my nostrils. Unconsciously, I lifted my head, and in the yellow light of the flashlight, a grotesquely ferocious cat face appeared.

  Nine dead cats hung from the roof, their necks twisted at an unnatural angle, their faces pointing downwards, their fur standing on end, their bulging eyeballs seeming to be about to pop out, dark red bloodstains clinging to their sharp teeth, exuding a fierce and unrelenting hatred that sent my blood pressure soaring, leaving me screaming in shock.

  I don't know if it's psychological or because the smell of smoke was too strong when I first came in, but it wasn't until now that I smelled the bloody smell in the room.

  Although it's a dead cat, I just feel that its lifeless eyes are staring straight at us, giving me goosebumps on my arm. Yu Wei is also staring blankly at the roof, muttering to herself a few times, her face pale, then turns to ask me if I heard the cat meowing just now.

  It was because I heard it that I looked up.

  I told Yu Wu, we can't stay here anymore, let's hurry up and leave.

  You shouldn't be afraid of dead people becoming ghosts, it's normal. There's no reason to be afraid of a dead cat too!

  The unease in my heart grew thicker, and I asked him fiercely if he was stupid. Legend has it that cats have nine lives, but here there are nine dead cats, which can't be treated as ordinary corpses. The evil power of the cat is so strong that even the dead will be eaten. If we don't leave now, maybe we won't be able to leave at all!

  Don't rush to a conclusion just yet, let me think for a moment. He wants to bring the ancestral tablet from the inner house, and its size is evidence!

  Don't rush into the inner room, I will smash the quiet spirit tablet to the ground with a loud crash, and just as I was about to go in to help you, the cat's cry sounded again.

  I couldn't even tell if it was a cat meowing, not a meow, but rather a sound similar to a child's cry, more like the strange laughter of a newborn baby, echoing throughout the house, getting sharper and more ominous. The nine dead cats suddenly started shaking on the roof without any wind, as if trying to lull me to sleep. I was about to call out to Youmo to hurry up when the dead cats started falling down one after another. The one from above landed directly in my arms, scaring me so much that I flung it away and ran towards Youmo with my feet lifted off the ground.

  The strange laughter of the baby filled my ears, and I didn't even have time to grab the signboard. A dead cat was lying at the door, and I wanted to smash the window open to escape. But Youmo grabbed me, untied the cloth bag around my waist, pulled out two pairs of cloth shoes and shouted: "Put them on quickly."

  When we came, I suggested putting them on in advance, but neither Yu nor I were willing to touch these two pairs of smelly shoes, so we found a cloth bag to put them in. At this moment, we were extremely frightened and didn't care about the smell at all. After hastily putting them on, my friend and I sat on the floor, as if we had suddenly entered another world. Suddenly, the sound of the cat's meowing disappeared, and the house fell silent again.

  I exchanged a glance with You Wu, at this moment it was crucial to save our lives, and we didn't say much. We carefully made our way past the dead cat, slowly opened the door, and escaped into the courtyard. You Wu wanted to climb over the wall, but I stopped him with one hand while using the other to feel for the lock.

  Just then, I heard a creaking sound, and someone was unlocking the door with a key.

  Before I could think of what to do, the green iron gate was pushed open. Under the moonlight, a woman in her 40s or 50s with a gloomy face walked in, followed by an old lady. Yu Mo and I were pressed against the wall, our faces pale with fear, sweating profusely, my heart racing as if it was going to jump out of my throat. We were already prepared to apologize, but the woman rushed past us, not even noticing we were there.

  A woman in her forties or fifties, wearing an old blue denim work uniform, with disheveled hair, looked rustic and unsophisticated. On the other hand, the old lady was dressed in new clothes, a green floral cheongsam, a traditional Chinese dress. I and Youmo covered our mouths and stared wide-eyed at the scene before us. Surprisingly, neither of them noticed us and walked by without even a glance.

  I slowly exhaled a breath, but my blood pressure soared as I stared at the old lady's back, my scalp tingling.

  She walked with a rather strange posture, tiptoeing, swaying back and forth, her arms swinging in an exaggerated manner, as if floating lightly while walking. After taking a deep breath, she suddenly stopped, turned around slowly.

  The moonlight cast a layer of pale white radiance on her, making the blue floral dress appear starkly white, and her complexion even paler. She didn't have the waxy yellow hue typical of elderly people; what was even more alarming was that her lips were still cyan-colored.

  Yu Wusong accidentally made a noise that caught the old lady's attention. I let out a miserable cry and pulled Yu Wusong to turn around and run away immediately.

  That old lady is actually the one living upstairs in my building!

  At that time, the only thought in my mind was to hurry up and run away from the old lady as far as possible. I don't know if it's because our reactions were too quick, but we ran out for hundreds of meters without being caught by anyone or anything. Yu Wei was even more despicable, running so fast that he couldn't be seen. When I was panting and leaning against a utility pole, he finally came back to find me, opening his mouth to ask: "Are you okay? I was scared to death earlier! That old lady didn't seem human, but she seemed fine when we saw her during the day!"

  I don't even have the energy to scold him, I'm all dirty and muddy, just now I didn't catch my breath and fell directly into the mud pit.

  Now and then, someone passes by, seeing the same kind makes me feel a little safer. Especially when I'm carrying you towards the car, I'm still scared all the way. When I have some strength, I say to him, "This time was too careless, should have thought of it earlier. The quilt had been cut, and there were ashes in the basin, it must be burned for the dead. We two are silly, rummaging around her house."

  Sneaking into the teacher's house was You Wu's idea, he caused such a big misunderstanding, and now he's pitifully asking me what to do.

  I said you're quite capable, so keep coming up with ideas. The other party doesn't allow us to cross the bridge, but you ran onto the bridge anyway. I suggested asking that strange old man for help, but you insisted on investigating yourself. I wanted to ask the old lady's children about Shifu's identity and come over to persuade her gently, even if it means spending some money. We can definitely get her to spare Wenjing. But instead, you want to do something like a cultural attack and martial arts fight, joining forces with the construction team. Now that we know their secret, what do you say we should do?

  Gritting his teeth, he decided not to explain anything and came alone the next day, going straight to the point with the beautiful woman, asking her to find out the old man's identity, so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore!

  Are you saying I should kill him?

  Don't pat your chest and say, "You don't have to worry about it, I'll get into trouble and deal with it myself!"

  I looked at his face, full of a resolute and unyielding sorrow, and sighed. After all, he was helping me out, so I couldn't bear to stimulate him any further. I said, "Let's head back home for now, we can come find the old man again tomorrow. There are always more solutions than difficulties."

  After a whole day of exhaustion, I was sent home by Youmo in a daze, and handed over to Wenjing for care. She said she would come again tomorrow. I guess it's the experience of being fed water in the hospital that made Wenjing not as shy as before. She stripped me naked like a sheep, held a basin of warm water to wipe my body, and hummed a song in a leisurely manner, looking very comfortable.

  The next morning, You Mou came early, knocking on the door like a robber. I thought Wen Jing would let him in quickly, but when I reached out to open the door, there was no one there. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and found that there was no one beside me. But I clearly remembered that Wen Jing had been guarding all night, and at dawn, I even secretly touched her face twice... Her stubbly face was quite prickly!

  When I got out of bed to open the door, Wenjing also came out of her bedroom, wearing a purple cartoon pajamas, with messy hair, just waking up. I was about to ask her when she went back to sleep, but Wenjing looked surprised and said: "Bro? When did you come back?"

  This sentence made me dizzy, casually said a word last night, opened the door and came in early, saw Wen Jing's dress, and teased: "You said you would take care of the patient all night, but obviously you slept for a whole night! This way of taking care is really unique!"

  Quietly filled with misty water, can't understand what he's saying.

  Don't even mention Yu Wenle's continuous cold hums, directly praising him as a good actor.