cat demon!

The round-faced police officer can be regarded as someone who has seen big scenes, and he held back a sound of shock in his mouth. He did not give up staring at the direction where the witch mother was leaving, looked and looked again and again, confirming that the great opportunity to **** the witch mother was in vain, so he was unwilling to look back, bowed his head and stamped regretfully, and came back to his senses. Thinking, but was scared out of cold sweat again.

It was this **** cat demon who confused him just now, and the headquarters... Could it hear what he was thinking? Or did the cat demon lure him to speak out when he was fascinated just now?

The round-faced police officer stared at the cat warily, with murderous intent surging. But this time, the little Persian cat licked its paws as if it didn't feel anything, and meowed impatiently: "I'm asking you something, idiot. Tell me, do you have a dog there? Do you care about the food?"

It asked like this... The round-faced police officer's heart was racing. He wanted to find a chance to escape before, but his desire to report to the organization immediately faded away. He hasn't completed this task, so if he can't get any money from the newspaper, he might have to pay for it. This cat... might not let him make up for it.

"Of course there are no dogs."

I really didn't expect that there was not only a ghost dog beside Wu Rong, but also this cat was not ordinary! The round-faced police officer showed a kind smile, and knelt down to express his kindness: "Who are you?"

Cats are not as loyal as dogs, and cats that can become sperm are greedy and cunning by nature. Looking at it like this, it's just a kitten. If... cough cough cough, don't think too much, what if this cat spirit can really read people's hearts. The round-faced police officer sneered, but his expression became more gentle.

"Humble human slaves, you don't deserve to know who Meow is. You don't even have dogs, you are poor!"

Humble, lowly human slave?

The round-faced police officer choked up, comforting himself that he didn't have to worry about the kitten. He pretended not to hear the Persian cat's ridicule, and said with a good temper: "Dogs, of course, I want to buy as much as I want. Corgis, golden retrievers, and huskies can all..."

"Can the ghost dog king also buy it?"

Round-faced police officer: "Can... what?"

What cat talk is this Persian cat talking about, ghost dog king? If the ghost dog king can buy him to go bankrupt, he also needs to buy a few, and live a life like a master.

"Hey, I can't buy it."

The Persian cat cub sneered, raised his chin high, and showed a disdainful expression: "Forget about useless things. Can you have enough food there?"

No, useless stuff?

The round-faced police officer suddenly felt an urge to kill the cat. To be patient, he warned himself, and replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you are full. As long as you are willing to come, I will treat you with the best food. With all due respect."

He showed a concerned expression, and provoked without any trace: "Could it be that your previous supporters didn't let you have enough food. You are so powerful, who would dare to neglect you."

"You slave is too noisy meow."

The Persian milk cat scolded: "Shut up, are you teaching me how to do things?!"

Such a small cat has a big temper. The round-faced police officer was almost **** off, feeling like he was wasting his time. He just took a deep breath, and there was murderous intent hidden in his smile, ready to strike. Just listen to the Persian milk cat slowly, with the unique meow of kittens: "Human slaves are the most cunning, insidious, vicious, and deceptive. I will not believe your words."

"Unless you can feed my brother."

As soon as the Persian milk cat finished speaking, the shadow behind it stretched out, turning into a skinny black cat with no hair on its body! Unlike the Persian kitten, which is completely like an ordinary milk cat except that it can talk, it has no other breath. This black cat was different. It was full of strong and vicious resentment, and every hair was a curse. The round-faced police officer's eyes were straightened, and his heart was agitated.

If this black cat can be brought back, those white coats who study grave worms will be very happy! Even if he didn't take down the witch mother, anyway, it's not the time for humans to evacuate the safe zone, so he didn't fail after careful calculation!

"no problem!"

He agreed in a big way, his fat face was full of wrinkles with a smile, and he said to the black cat who was full of anger: "You are going to enjoy the blessing when you come with me. It's just that I enshrine you two, isn't it—"

"You human being is so greedy and ugly."

The Persian milk cat meowed contemptuously, and the contempt in his tone made the round-faced special policeman almost lose his smile.

"If you want this... Meow Immortal to make a move, you must have at least 500 blood mushrooms, 500 gold essences, 500 black rock tarantulas, 500 big green snakes, 500... Forget it, that's all, cheap You meow. You human beings are the most cunning, I know you want to prostitute me for nothing. Needless to say, let’s show our sincerity first.”

Five hundred...five hundred what?

The round-faced special policeman almost turned his face, but thought that if he turned his face, wouldn't his anger just now be in vain?

Forbearance!

"Yes, yes, if we want to invite you, we will definitely show enough sincerity, but we still need a little preparation time."

There is no longer any time to waste here, the army will be here soon to evacuate the crowd. If you want to catch again... no, you can't think too much. The brain is too ineffective, so the round-faced special police simply emptied their brains and made promises, fulfilling every request very happily. In the end, he barely obtained the 'glory' of taking the black cat to enjoy the blessing.

"Human slaves are stingy, petty, and have no discernment."

The Persian milk cat flicked its tail and taunted: "Back off."

The round-faced police officer had been trained, and he said goodbye to it with a smile, letting the black cat hide in his shadow. When he drove back to the Ministry of Public Security, he calmly explained to his colleagues, then took the opportunity to change into casual clothes, and left quietly.

The order to evacuate the safe zone has already been implemented, and all the people who are still in the safe zone are gathered together by area for unified management. Most of the streets in the city center are empty, and all kinds of shops on the street are closed. The round-faced police officer came all the way to the entrance of the sewer behind the Red Star training hall, lifted the manhole cover and climbed down without hesitation.

There is a secret passage hidden here. The round-faced police officer took countless turns and went through many forks, and finally arrived at his destination. After swiping his face and iris to confirm his identity, the metal door of the same color as the passage wall finally opened to him.

After going through several levels, the round-faced police officer finally arrived at the iron-gray passage. On both sides of the passage are honeycomb-like large and small scientific research rooms. Scientists in full protective suits are busy with their assistants. Who would have thought that there would be such a secret, high-tech underground building just underground in the Red Star Training Hall.

Without hesitation, the round-faced police officer immediately found a person in charge wearing a red badge, solemnly handed over the black cat to him, and told him to feed it well. The black cat is finally gone, and he can think freely again! The round-faced police officer with a blank mind couldn't believe that everything went so smoothly. He actually vacuum-gloved the white wolf and abducted a cat spirit with empty words!

He would not have dared to do this before, but now this safe zone will be abandoned immediately and completely become their territory. All the best-developed strongholds in the next few safety zones will be merged with them, and even a high priest and five priests will be transferred over! With them around, it's just a cat spirit, how can it turn against the sky?

Even if Wu Cui and Wu Rong couldn't be plotted against by that **** greedy Persian cat, it would be a great achievement to be able to prostitute a black cat spirit and use its cursed and evil thoughts to study grave worms!

The round-faced police officer felt that he was in a particularly good spirit today, and he was indescribably excited. So much so that the people above him came in a hurry after learning about the incident and scolded him for being too reckless. The round-faced police officer, who usually nodded and bowed his head submissively, was hardened this time, and his face was flushed red from arguing with reason, which actually suppressed his boss's aura.

"You behaved too strangely today, you are not allowed to go out again!"

The boss, code-named Chun Equinox, scolded angrily: "It's the critical moment, and you still make trouble... Go to the confinement room and stay there. When the matter above is over, let the priest check you to see if you are possessed by some dirty thing."

"Check and check."

The round-faced special police officer nodded nonchalantly, rubbed his eyes, and felt that he was extremely majestic. When he entered the confinement room, he was still holding his hands behind his back, looking like a victorious general. The more he looked at the spring equinox, the more he felt something was wrong, but he regretted that it was a busy time and he didn't have time to properly examine this trash. After he was pressed down to strictly control the isolation, Chun Equinor specially ordered his reliable and effective subordinates to supervise the cat spirit.

Even though it is said that a loyal and smart ghost came to be an undercover agent, even he wouldn't write like that. But their organization can't reveal any news before it happens. If there is even the slightest abnormality, the cat will be killed, and there must be no mercy.

—

"Toxoplasma, Meow got Toxoplasma on him!"

The Persian milk cat cocked its tail and wobbled back. The tail was fluffy, like a big feather that stood up, very proud. After it ran to the vegetable field and saw the red ghost baby sitting on the horseback carefully choosing vegetables, it calmed down a little, and emphasized eagerly: "The cat did as you said, it can eat meat at noon today."

The Persian cat has been actively integrating into this family and trying to become a member of the family—especially when the family has more and more delicious food, which makes it toss and turn, unable to stop. The more it can't get it, the more unwilling it is, it must get it! Especially if it has to crush the silly dog ​​hard to be happy!

"I want to eat steamed fish."

The Persian milk cat swallowed, and rolled its eyes cunningly. Of course, it will not be so easily recruited by a poor organization, just like a cat that is used to delicacies from mountains and seas will not eat bran and swallow vegetables. Although it hasn't really eaten anything here in Wu Rong, it's good to watch it to satisfy its cravings, at least there is hope for meow life!

And staying by Wu Rong's side, its strength also increased very quickly. The ghost energy and resentment are even purer and stronger than those in the ghost domain, which makes it even more reluctant to leave.

"Steamed fish, I want to eat steamed fish."

It meowed and persistently entangled with Xiaohong, the gorgeous ghost who cleaned the dishes, and in the end it only got a chicken leg from a country bumpkin who didn't know where it came from.

The Persian milk cat purred dissatisfiedly, jumped onto the refrigerator with the chicken leg in its mouth, bit the plastic skin and tore open the package with a flick. Holding the chicken leg with two front paws, he took a bite gently. Staring at the people and ghosts in the living room packing up their things, their beautiful eyes narrowed, sometimes with a cunning light, and sometimes with pleasure, as if thinking about something.

Fortunately, it sent the cats out to eat and drink for free, and now the food that the cats eat is turned into energy, which is continuously supplied to it. If it continues to eat like this, it should be able to grow up by then. When that silly dog ​​comes back, he will have to teach him what it means to be called a cat king.

Thinking of the prestige in the future, the Persian milk cat secretly puffed up its chest, bared its small white teeth, and looked around, full of ambition.

It's so smart.

—

On the ground floor of the Red Star training hall, the spring equinox was staring at the big screen with a straight face, not missing a minute and a half of the trend of the expansion of the cemetery. While he was concentrating on his calculations, the subordinates who had been sent to monitor the Black Cat Fairy sent back a message: "The Black Cat Fairy is being guarded alone, and there is no change. It's just..."

"Just what?"

Chun Equinox said impatiently, he is so busy now that he has no time to think about taming the cat spirit: "If there is any problem, kill it and throw it into the cultivation pool."

"There is no big problem, but it has been eating since it was imprisoned, and it has been eating until now."

What is there to eat? Do you need to report this issue?

The spring equinox trained his subordinates for the next meal, and the cat spirit would let him eat if he wanted to, and he would cook it when he was done with all these things.

What's more, how much can a cat essence eat, and can it destroy them?

Chun Equinox sneered contemptuously, and was busy monitoring the spread and reproduction of grave bugs on the ground. Those ordinary people who raise ghosts are all excellent experimental materials, and the spring equinox is ambitious, so we can't let them all evacuate safely. At least half of them must be caught.

"Release those abandoned grave slaves."

The grave worm spread too slowly, and he was a little dissatisfied: "Scatter the crowd, we can't let them leave."

Looking at the subordinates who carried out the orders neatly, and the patches on the screen that turned red like infections and turned into cemetery blocks, the spring equinox was full of ambition, and there was a touch of enthusiasm in his eyes. Just wait, now is far from the end, this safe zone, and even the whole world, will become their playground.

Who would have thought that the spread of the cemetery was actually controlled by people!

—

"The cemetery is controlled by people."

Master Lingyun said seriously. Right now, they all retreated to the second line of defense, less than a hundred meters away from the safe zone. The first line of defense, which had stubbornly withstood the double attack of the ghost tide and the ghost mastiff before, had completely collapsed and was swallowed by black slurry as thick as pitch. Looking beyond the second line of defense, it is like an endless dark ocean, full of dead silence and strange feeling.

What's even more creepy is the monsters rolling and undulating in the dark thick slurry, one by one, two or three people tall, moving slowly like slime giants.

"The grave beast takes shape too quickly."

Master Kuchan's old face was even more vicissitudes, and he shook his head: "The scope of the cemetery is related to the host. Most of the ghost mastiff's energy comes from the tantric magic weapon. After losing it, it is like an empty shell formed by the accumulation of resentment and Yin Qi. It can't be so much grave beast."

Most of the others have only heard of the horror of the cemetery, but have never really seen it with their own eyes. Now after listening to Master Lingyun and Master Kuchan say this, I realize that there is actually another way to do it.

"There are still people who dare to play such a sinister, weird and unreasonable thing!"

Chen Xueshou was furious, his whole body was flushed, and he was sweating like a red-blooded horse. He said impatiently, "I'll go to the south to watch!"

"I'm going to the east."

Master Lingyun immediately said solemnly: "The cemetery was formed too quickly, and the people in the safe zone had no time to retreat. We have to take action to stop it."

"Grandmaster Gao Yi, I can't shrink back, my wife."

The Flower Goddess sighed, "I'm going to the west."

Grave worms can parasitize humans, as well as ghosts, which can be called unsolvable. Even if he is as strong as a master or monk, once he relaxes during the battle, it is very easy to be infected with grave bugs. They went to stop them in person, which was equivalent to sacrificing everything, disregarding life and death. The people in the safety zone behind have to retreat even if they are desperate. Some people may question after the war whether it is worthwhile to sacrifice the top strong to protect the weak.

But those who really stand up don't think so much. When they take risks upright, they don't have time to figure out whether it's worth it or not.

It was not only the masters who came out to stop the spread of the cemetery. The federal special police who resisted the ghost tide before were not strong enough to fight against the ghost king. most of them. At the same time, the government staff took out a large amount of lime water, talisman water, black dog and rooster blood water and other things that had been reserved before to support the battlefield and slow down the spread of the cemetery.

Grave insects are not real insects, but born from the condensation of Yin Qi and resentment. They like yin and dislike yang, and they hate and resist black dog blood and other positive liquids, and they will instinctively avoid areas where positive liquids are sprinkled. Therefore, the battlefield was quickly divided into small parts, and the celestial masters with the smallest number cooperated with the ghost raisers. At this time, all the capable users put down their old hatred and tried their best to stop the spread of the cemetery.

Soon, the expansion line at the front of the cemetery changed from a smooth line like a tide to a zigzagging line. The cemetery spreads slowly where there is a lot of yang liquid sprinkled, and spreads faster where the yang is weak.

But at this time, if someone sits in a helicopter and looks down from the sky, they will find that in the east of the dark cemetery, which looks like the surface of the moon, there is the largest area that is not infested by the thick slurry of grave worms. The golden-red flame danced in the dark sky, bringing a touch of bright color.

Under the flames, Wu Rong closed his eyes tiredly, and raised his hand to block Fu Qing's approaching face. After the soft thin lips rubbed against his fingers for a while, they were determined to move down like its owner. Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Wu Rong had no choice but to whisper in a low voice: "I'm almost ready, no need..."

There is no need to pour Yang Qi mouth to mouth anymore.

Wu Rong was originally monitoring the eclipse of the yin fire while taking care of himself. Although it was a bit slow and painful, it was not unbearable. It's just Chunyangzi...Fu Qing, ever since he found out that his frowning was painful, he would feed him Yang Qi every once in a while.

Of course Fu Qing's yang energy is the best. There is also a yin-yang contract between the two of them, feeding Wu Rong will not cause the yin energy in his body to resist at all. To be honest, supplemented by his yang qi, it can indeed appease the restless and powerful yin qi and give the body a buffer time.

But this kind of too intimate, frequent, and close contact, Wu Rong couldn't accept it for a while.

Not to mention that although they registered, it was only a stopgap measure. Wu Rong still regarded them as good brothers—now he recalled a lot of memories of the ghost king, and remembered the old enemy with Fu Qing, even Wu Rong seemed to have Chunyangzi PTSD, seeing Fu Qing approaching Subconsciously, he felt that he was going to make a killing move, and when he saw Fu Qing opened his mouth, he felt that he was going to spit out positive fire, which burned him out of his wits.

Even this stern and dignified face looked a little hideous.

Under normal circumstances, let Wu Rong stay away from Fu Qing temporarily, and give him some private time to sort out, maybe he can get rid of the influence of the ghost king's memory. Treat Fu Qing with a normal attitude again. But Fu Qing didn't do that. It was as if he couldn't see Wu Rong's subtle changes in attitude and occasional scrutiny, just like a serious doctor who took tough measures when dealing with bad patients who didn't follow the doctor's orders.

After being pressed and injected with yang energy a few times, Wu Rong broke the jar and gave up struggling after being in close contact. This so-called "fighting poison with poison" method of treating Chunyangzi's PTSD inevitably diverted his thoughts from the Holy Wedge meeting to another subtle extreme.

Anyway, this life is different in the first place, and he doesn't have to stick to the changes in his relationship with Fu Qing—in general, it has changed for the better. Without the tit-for-tat confrontation in his previous life, he would not be hindered too much in his early development. Of course, with so many reborn beings around, no one can predict what the future will hold.

Instead of focusing on his feelings, he might as well think about dealing with the Holy Wedge and restoring his strength. As long as he can recover his strength... at least he won't be kissed like he is now. Even if he really wants to develop something different from Fu Qing, the control should be in his own hands.

"I'm really fine."

Wu Rong pushed Fu Qing away with a firm attitude, "Someone else is here."

The guest in the cloud is here, and Wu Rongzheng wants to entrust him with something, so he can't go to see his subordinates with his mouth full of golden light (yang energy). Especially when the guest in the cloud is also reborn. Wu Rong raised his eyebrows subtly, and decided to hide the fact that he was the ghost king's rebirth from most people for the time being. At least he had to wait until he fully recovered his strength to be able to do whatever he wanted, and then he could challenge other forces when his fists were hardened.

"Your body is on the verge of collapse."

Fu Qing didn't care about his hot and cold attitude, and kept a straight face, just like a child who was playing smart and refused to take medicine. It was easy to grab Wu Rong's hand with one hand, and instead of clinging to pouring Yang Qi, he kissed his heart and sent some Yang Qi to the Gu species. From the lips to the chest, Wu Rong lost her temper and simply enjoyed the pleasant feeling of Yang Qi calming restless Yin Qi. Then he heard Fu Qing say:

"Unless Yin and Yang are reconciled, your soul will leave your body."

Wu Rong really thought so.

He is a very good person now, and he does not intend to give up his body. But there is an overpowering soul, and the body is always in a state of repair-injury. It's better to just go out of the body and come back after the body is recuperated, just in time to deal with the ghost domain.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qing thought of something with herself.

Fu Qing: "For today's plan, we need to infuse the body with sufficient yang energy. Let the body be yang and the soul be yin, so that yin and yang can be balanced. My primordial yang—"

Wait, why did the topic suddenly come here?

Wu Rong suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, he hurriedly opened his eyes, and cupped Fu Qing's face. Thinking back on the good friendship I had with him in this life, I put aside my conflicting and hostile attitude, and firmly persuaded: "Your Chunyang boy is about to achieve great success, you can't let your previous work go to waste. What's more, the cemetery is spreading now, and the murderer behind the scenes has not been found. You should Save your strength. My problems don't matter."

As he spoke, he struggled secretly, and finally broke free from Fu Qing's embrace. The foot fell to the ground again, but it was numb with sharp pain. Because the soul is too strong, his body has been tortured for a long time, and it is as sensitive and fragile as a newborn. It hurts to step on the ground, and the feeling of the wind blowing across my face is countless times clearer than before.

Still have to go out of the body for separate treatment.

Wu Rong Guojue made a decision, saying in his mouth: "I'm fine", "It's okay", "You are busy", while looking at the face of Master Ling Yun who had come to the vicinity early and silently watched them all, with a numb expression, Wink at him.

It's inconvenient to not be able to use the soul contract yet, and it's impossible to pass an order directly to the bottom of his heart. But Wu Rong believed that with Yun Zhongke's cleverness, he would definitely understand what he meant and take him away from Chunyangzi——

"I'll go over there and have a look."

Master Ling Yun was reluctant to receive his gaze, and looked at Wu Rong with a bit of grievance and resentment: "I won't bother you."

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