Mo Yue smiled and said, "Oh my god, it's amazing. Generally speaking, the feeling of cats is pretty and cute, but the feeling of this black cat is creepy."

Luffy nodded, "Yes, and this black cat has an obvious tendency to attack. It is a fierce cat that can never be described by the word cute."

Mo Yue frowned, "The most tingling scalp is that it is still scratching the face of the old lady with its paws."

Luffy smiled bitterly, "Yes, I still scratched one by one. This black cat is really cruel. Okay, I'll go on telling the story. When Xiao Liu heard this, he stretched out his hand to cover his own. Ears, I shook my head vigorously, Auntie, I'm sorry, I really can't listen to it. I am not interested in this **** story at all. Matchmaker Wang pulled off Xiao Liu's hand and said sharply, I'm so sorry. You must Listen, because I have chosen you as my audience. The fear in my heart has been buried for many years, and now I must release this fear. So you must finish listening. Huh? Take your hand away, no Cover your ears, do you hear? Are you going to fight me right? Take your hand away, do you hear? Xiao Liu was frightened by the fierce look of matchmaker Wang, so he had to put his hand down and nodded helplessly. Okay, you continue. Go down. Only then did Matchmaker Wang smile and said that at that time, I saw the black cat stretch out its paws and scratched my aunt's face. I was really angry, and said that this cat is too rampant. We are a big living person. Are you bullied by the cat? What should I do? I reached out and tried several times, but all failed. My hand was too short and I couldn’t reach the cat. If I wanted to reach the cat, I had to use tools. I looked around for something in my hands, planning to drive the cat away, turned around and looked around, and finally found a broom beside the door of the main house. With this broom, I can’t reach that one. Is the hateful cat? The idea at the time was so simple, but I couldn’t think of it when I killed it. It was this broomstick that caused the corpse. My idea at the time was really simple, just get rid of the cat. I always He is a fast-moving person. Since I thought of getting a broom, I didn’t hesitate at the moment. I immediately climbed down from the chair, ran to the gate, took the broom, and returned immediately. Because of my height, I told you before However, I was only five years old at the time and I was eighty centimeters tall. If I stood on the ground, it would be impossible for me to see the situation inside the coffin, so I could only climb on the chair again, grab the broom and hit the cat. Take the broom with the handle. The broom is one metre long. Holding it, it’s too easy to reach the cat. The only uncomfortable thing is that the broom itself is very heavy. I was a five-year-old at the time. , Holding that heavy broomstick, felt a little laborious. But when I pricked the broom against the cat, I thought it would panic, but what I never expected was that it didn't panic at all, even watching Don’t look at me, still clawing out my paws to scratch my aunt’s face, this time, I finally got angry, sternly, hurry up! You bastard. After finishing speaking, I raised my broom and moved towards that one. The cat slapped over. This time, the cat finally panicked. He whimpered and flashed to the side. However, at the same time as flashing to the side, the grandmother who was lying in the coffin suddenly gave up and sat up. With a whimper, a pair of eyes glared at me, oh my god, where have I seen this kind of formation, I screamed, and immediately fell from the chair to the ground. Before I got up from the ground, I saw a pair of little feet, oh, I should describe it more precisely. It was a pair of wrapped feet that suddenly fell into the air and landed in front of me. There was a pair on those feet. Exquisite embroidered shoes. The shoes are in red satin. The upper is embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. I recognize these shoes. These shoes were embroidered by my aunt and grandma. My aunt told me at the time that she would wear these shoes to find her husband when she was a hundred years in the future. I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect that my aunt would pass away soon after she said that to me. After her death, the relatives in the family gave her a bath, changed her shroud, and dressed her with shoes. I was there. I remember that the family members wore these shoes for her. But now this pair of shoes appeared in front of my eyes, and it was fluttering and descended in the air. Of course, what came down was not just a pair of shoes, but a pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes. Could it be that this is a grandma. Floating out of the coffin? I carefully recalled the scene I saw before I fell off the chair, oh, remembering that, at the time, my aunt's grandmother smashed the ground, sat up, and screamed, what the **** is this? Oh, isn't this the roar of a beast? My mind is messed up like a paste. My aunt is dead, so why has she turned into wailing? It was too late to think about it. I lay on the ground and watched the little feet in embroidered shoes settle in front of me. I raised my neck and looked up along those feet. I saw my aunt standing in front of me. , Was standing on top of my head, leaning down and looking at me, because I was lying on the ground and she was standing, the cold moonlight on her pale face, I saw that her face was covered The blood that the cat scratched, I was looking up at her face, but I felt something cold and smelly falling down drop by drop, dripping on my face. I reached out and touched it and found that it was blood, the blood of my aunt , Her face was scratched by the cat, and she was dripping blood. A strong sense of fear and nausea grabbed me instantly, and I was so scared that I crawled back, but to my horror, my aunt took small steps and walked towards me tremblingly. She was like a beast. He stretched out his hands like that, made a grasping motion, and made a low growl like a beast. At that time, I wanted to shout, to wake up the sleeping adults in the mourning hall, but, somehow, I felt that there was something in my throat. I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t. I just made a hoarse voice. Coughing sound. I shuddered all over and shrank until I hit the cold wall before stopping. However, my aunt did not stop her pace. She stretched out her hands and walked towards me, still making wailing sounds in her mouth. Seeing her coming over with blood on her face, I was so scared that I stammered, aunt, grandma, it's me, I'm your favorite little six. Don't you know me anymore? Every time I go to your house, you will cook sweet glutinous rice tea for me. You know I love glutinous rice tea the most. However, my cordial call was only a low wailing sound. My aunt did not stop her pace, she was continuing to approach me. "