After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business

The cat cub curled up in Wu Rong's arms, looked left and right with eyes full of curiosity, and was carried out of the car. When it got outside, it pretended to be afraid, buried its head in Wu Rong's cuff, and secretly took a deep breath.

Fragrant!

The cat cub shook his beard intoxicated, the resentment that Wu Rong had left him alone in the villa disappeared in no time.

I didn't expect this human being to grow delicious food after being away for a while, he is simply a treasure human being! The human beings were out to hunt meow. As expected of the human beings it has taken a fancy to, they are really capable! The cat cub can smell the pure energy in Wu Rong's waist, which are tempting and delicious crispy pancakes (Yangjin Zhuoma in a white jade tube), and can also smell the fragrant and delicious feast in Wu Rong's back backpack (refer to The decontamination jewel in the prayer wheel).

Oh, of course, its favorite, the chubby little spider is also there. Moreover, the raised ones grew flesh again, black and fat, and the joints were full of flesh. There is also the flat spider next to the little spider. Although it smells a bit stinky, the cat can bear it. If it can be eaten with the little spider, it will definitely smell bad and taste good.

Thinking of this, the cat secretly swallowed. Happily wagging his tail and relying on Wu Rong, he didn't think about it, this is cat cat heaven!

Suddenly it noticed something, put its head on Wu Rong's arm, and glanced coldly at the corner of the street with its blue eyes, the arrogance of a superior was revealed in the beautiful eyes like glass beads. After being stared at by it, the heads of more than a dozen black cats that were faintly exposed in the shadows of the trees at the corner of the street quickly shrank.

No one can disturb it to develop relationships with humans meow!

The kitten followed the cat's instinct and rubbed against Wu Rong's arm, wanting to leave his breath behind. But he found that he was not a real cat after all, and he would not shed hair at all without pheromones. Taking a peek, the humans were talking. The cat cub took the opportunity and rubbed against Wu Rong vigorously, leaving an even layer of soft 'white fur' on his black shirt.

It's human again!

Just when the cat cub was complacent, a ruthless iron hand reached out to its head.

Meow?

"Brother Rong, do you really want to go in alone?"

Huang Mao was worried, and subconsciously rubbed the cat's head of the Persian milk cat. The kitten was deformed by rubbing but dared not make a sound, because the huge ghost dog king beside Huang Mao's legs was staring at it. This Ms. Mo has a very weird temper. She only likes cats and not dogs. To be on the safe side, Wu Rong doesn't even plan to bring the ghost dog king.

It's no wonder Huang Mao is worried, it's because this small villa looks too much like a horror mansion in a horror game!

"You wait for me outside."

Only Wu Rong was invited in the voice that sounded just now. Wu Rong didn't say much, and walked into the villa with the kitten in his arms under the watchful eyes of Bai Gu and Huang Mao. As soon as he entered, the iron gate closed automatically, dividing the inside and the outside into two worlds.

The lawn by the side of the road seems to have not been taken care of for a long time. The grass is luxuriant, the weeds grow wantonly, and there are light-colored wild flowers blooming in the grass. It's clearly not yet autumn, but the trees beside the small garden are all bald. The dry and pale branches are twisted and pointed to the sky, and there are a few crows parked on them. These **** birds were motionless, their scarlet eyes staring strangely at Wu Rong's direction.

Wu Rong took a second look and found that they were not live birds, but something like dolls.

Passing through the withered and desolate lawn garden, the villa in front of me looks quite new. The light yellow exterior wall makes it look like a beautiful piece of cheese, the white window edges, light blue curtains, and blooming flowers on the windowsill, everything looks like a building in a fairy tale. Wu Rong walked to the door of the villa and climbed up the steps. There is no need to ring the doorbell, just like the reenactment of the scene just now, the door of the villa opens automatically for him.

But the door was only opened halfway, and the accident happened abruptly.

"Meow-!"

A shrill and sharp meow suddenly sounded from the door, accompanied by an uncomfortable and disgusting aura. Wu Rong looked at it immediately, and saw a long nail nailed to the wall above the wooden door, and a black cat doll was hanging on it. The stuffed animal is not big, like a charm on a keychain, but it's extremely well made. The hair is soft and black, and the eyeballs are like emeralds, which are emerald green.

The cat's meowing kept sounding from the black cat puppet's body, and it became more and more miserable and piercing, scratching the brain like a sharp knife, and the weak-willed people might feel the pain. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the puppet is gradually becoming old and shriveled, just like a real cat's skin. And its eyeballs were also stained with dirty scarlet, from which shot out a human-like cunning and vicious gaze.

And with the cat meowing, the wooden door that was just opened was closing slowly!

Wu Rong frowned all of a sudden, and the ghost pattern on his left arm lit up. But before he could do anything, the Persian milk cat rolled over and got up on its stomach, flying backwards, wrinkling its ears and nose like a wild beast whose territory had been violated, and roaring fiercely at the black cat puppet.

"Aw-!"

bah.

The wooden door opened, and the black cat puppet returned to normal, shrinking in a low-key manner, and its emerald green eyes were full of panic. The cat cub snorted with a pink nose, lazily retreated into Wu Rong's arms, and lifted his chin in disdain.

Do you bark as loudly as I do? Trash cat.

If you look again, I'll goug your eyes out!

With the sound of two hard objects falling to the ground, the black cat puppet's emerald eyeballs fell off, and the bent sutures made it look as if the eyes were closed. Wu Rong, who had witnessed everything, calmly touched the cat's head.

On the first day he brought Bai Gu back, Bai Gu told him the real identity of the cat cub. But since it likes to eat steamed buns, is willing to be a cat, and its mother likes it quite a lot, Wu Rong doesn't mind raising another little toy.

I didn't expect it to come in handy this time.

"Guests please come in."

The unrecognizable voice sounded again, seeming to be more respectful than before. Wu Rong walked in with the cat in her arms.

As soon as Wu Rong entered the door, he smelled a strange smell. The interior and exterior of the villa look completely different in style, with thick curtains, dark furniture, and Western-style decorations, making it look more like a mansion where horror events will take place. The floor was covered with a deep purple thick carpet embroidered with patterns of various cats. Decorative paintings of cats are hung everywhere on the walls, ceramic ornaments of cats are placed on the counter, and cat throw pillows are piled on the sofa.

No matter how many cute things there are, they will become terrifying to a certain extent, and Wu Rong can feel a faint yin from them. If ordinary guests came here, they would probably be stared at by the 'cats' all over the room, and would be frightened to collapse.

But Wu Rong who came with the kittens was different. When he came in, all the 'cats' in the room closed their eyes. The portrait hanging on a high place moved down automatically, and the ornaments 'fall' off the counter shaking. The upright pillows lay flat, and in the blink of an eye, all the 'cats' on the first floor of the villa were lower than the cubs in Wu Rong's arms, obediently and submissively.

"When the distinguished guest arrives, there is a long way to welcome him."

A shrill and eloquent voice sounded, and at the same time the fireplace was magically burned, and the bright fire light illuminated the low walnut table in front of the fireplace and the light grass green sofas on both sides. The sofa is covered with pale yellow cushions, and the voice just now came from the left cushion.

Wu Rong walked over with the cat in her arms, and saw that there was no one on the sofa, but a black and white cat lying on its stomach. The color patches on its body are very beautiful, the back hair is black and smooth, the face and chest are black, a diamond-shaped white patch is located on the chest, and the abdomen is also pure white. It looks like it is only wearing a tuxedo and a small bow tie s cat.

This cat has beautiful dark green eyes, but the left eye is damaged, leaving only a black hole in the eyeball.

"The weather is bad, and the master's old problem has happened again. I can't greet you in person. Please forgive me, meow."

The tuxedo cat's tone was very gentlemanly, its lowered voice was no longer shrill, but soft because of its indistinguishability between male and female. Although its eyes were lively and its posture was no different from that of a normal cat, Wu Rong felt a trace of hidden deep yin from the moment it spoke.

The tuxedo cat is not a real cat, but a more elaborate doll.

"I believe you have brought what the master needs."

The cat in the tuxedo said politely: "The master has also prepared gifts for the distinguished guests."

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"Hey, Brother Rong, you guys came out so soon?!"

Huang Mao, who was leaning on the car and smoking a cigarette, was startled, his fingers were so burnt by the burnt cigarette that he didn't even have time to react, so he hurried over: "Is it going well, how is it?"

There was also some surprise on Bai Gu's face. It had only been half an hour since Wu Rong entered. How could he have settled with Ms. Mo so quickly?

Wu Rong shook his head and said nothing, and when they got back into the car and drove home, he said calmly: "It's not a coincidence."

As soon as Wu Rong entered the villa, what he smelled was the smell of corpses, and the spicy aroma mixed with spices came from the second floor of the villa. It was obviously an appointment in advance, how could Ms. Mo have the disease at this time? These few days are sunny and the sun is shining brightly, but the tuxedo cat says the weather is bad.

It is possible that Ms. Mo is dead.

But in this world, some dead people can 'live' like living people. Wu Rong didn't intend to delve into other people's secrets, because he had already got what he wanted.

He exchanged the red jadeite and another palm-sized imperial green for a page of handwritten Bible. When he got this page of the Bible, Wu Rong felt the big ghost's emotional fluctuations.

The paper has yellowed, but is still of good quality. It appears to be parchment, a small sheet with black pen writing on it. The handwriting is not good-looking, crooked like a child, some letters are big and some are small, but the writing is very serious. But these scriptures are marked with a big cross at the end.

"It's a verse from the Bible."

Bai Gu took it to read, and translated it to Wu Rong: "'You must not steal, you must not deceive, and you must not lie to each other'. Two sentences."

"What does it mean, tell us not to lie? It's crossed out, people who don't believe in Christianity?"

Huang Mao scratched his head and tried to interpret it, and Bai Gu also put forward hypotheses one by one. Wu Rong looked at the parchment in a daze, and his eyes especially fell on the black fork.

After returning to the villa that day, Wu Rong thought about it all night, and then dug up the gold box that had been buried in the garden.

The golden casket contained the stone-carved head of the man who claimed to be Puser Udurogoi (the Deceiver, God of Lies).

The author has something to say: Stone head: Who would have thought that he would actually bury me, this ruthless man.

Stone Head: So, love will disappear, right?

Cat Cub: Yes, now the master only loves me, meow!