Transmigrating into a 90’s Cat, I Want to Work for My Home Country

" He wanted to run, but was so frightened that he was weak and his legs were limp.

Slumped on the ground, he could only scram and run backwards: "No, it's not a ghost! Monsters, **** me!"

"There are monsters! Don't look for me, don't look for me..."

The young man ran away ten times faster than when he came, and banged on the bamboo pole placed in the corner, and slapped him in the face.

The young man was dizzy, "Yes, there are monsters..."

Guo Chaoming asked one of the team members to go over and take a look.

The foot is not on the ground. A middle-aged man with blood all over his face rushed towards him, the panic in his eyes almost overflowed the screen, and he staggered towards him frantically.

While rushing, he kept stomping his hands and feet, trying to throw the seven or eight cats hanging off his body: "Go! Go!"

He did this, not only did he not get rid of the cat, but instead stimulated the wildness in the bones of the stray cat.

The cat's claws scratched at him frantically, and the sharp claws tore the clothes and flesh.

The clothes were torn into pieces.

Seven or eight wild cats had cold eyes, chasing after the middle-aged man and biting.

The young teammate swallowed subconsciously and got goose bumps.

Fuck! Hastily, hastily!