Chapter 317

This situation is very strange, and the crazy actions of the kittens are spectacular. My father and I stopped a few times and were almost scratched by them. We quickly hid to one side.

The demon was stunned and said, "this resentful master is terrible. That... Should be the king of the cat spirit?"

The king of is the king of. Don't bring it. I'm the king of the cat spirit.

Khan, at this time, I was still in the mood to joke. I immediately asked, "what's the ghost of the king of cat spirit?"

The dead girl said, "the king of the cat spirit is what I came up with. This level is like the lying corpse among the zombies. It is about to evolve into a demon. In other words, it may now have nine tails and hopefully turn into a cat demon! "

"Isn't cat spirit and cat demon two concepts?" I asked puzzled.

"Fool, the predecessor of the cat demon is also the cat spirit, but the probability of becoming a cat demon is too small... Leave the spirit shed quickly to avoid being attacked by these cats!"

At the moment, the later cat, unable to squeeze in front of the coffin, looked very anxious. He couldn't help looking at us. It seemed that he was going to attack us.

"But will they destroy the suppression of the ink line?" I asked anxiously.

"No, it's just a kind of worship..."

Now there are more and more cats rushing into the mourning shed. There must not be so many cats in our village. 80% of them came frantically from nearby villages and towns. There are so many cats that we can't resist at all.

I didn't care to ask any more questions about worship. I grabbed my father, pulled up my third uncle and ran out of the mourning shed. The response of the old building was a little slower. There were cats everywhere in the whole mourning shed. There was no place to lower their feet. They only covered their head and face and stood there.

Seeing this, they immediately fried the pot again.

"God, what's going on? Why are there so many cats?"

"What has happened to Lan Ying..."

"Keep your voice down. Don't be heard by Lan Ying. Your house will recruit ghosts tonight!"

Lan Ying is the name of the third aunt. As soon as we ran out, we all closed our mouths, and everyone in the Qin family gathered around and asked what to do. They all looked very worried.

It doesn't matter if the coffin makes a noise. Whose shed doesn't make a ghost, but this strange situation can't avoid being laughed at. In particular, women who like to chew their tongue will probably spread all over the country before noon tomorrow.

Dad, they are discussing countermeasures with the third uncle. I can't wait to ask the demon: "what worship, when can I stop?"

The demon explained: "this is a unique way for living cats to worship after smelling the resentment of the king of the cat spirit. They will become extremely crazy. It is an honor for them to sacrifice their lives in front of the king of the cat spirit. When can they stop... I'm afraid it will be in the morning..."

I suddenly stared: "until the morning, the coffin hasn't been broken? Plus those cat blood with spirituality, if you cover the coffin, you don't have to wait until dawn, the ink bucket line will not hold on! Dead girl, you just got... "

Before he finished, he added several scars on his ass. he only heard that the demon had no good way: "in this case, it's no use staying in the mourning shed. And these cats are crazy. They become as terrible as wolves. If they stay inside, they will be bitten to death! "

As soon as she finished saying this, the old building cried out in pain in the mourning shed, held her head and ran out. But without two steps, he tripped and fell to the ground. He was immediately attacked by a group of cats, and suddenly came the scream of killing pigs.

The onlookers retreated one after another, and some timid ran straight home. The brave also hid in the corner and peeped secretly.

We were shocked, but no one dared to go in and save people. At this time, the kitten really became more vicious than the wolf. His eyes were red as blood, and the sharp teeth in his mouth were as evil as the tusks of wild animals. You may not feel terrible about a cat, but the overwhelming and dense picture will make anyone's scalp numb and scare his legs soft.

"Find a way quickly, or the old man will be bitten to death soon!" I said anxiously.

The demon hummed and said, "this bastard, no one can pity him when he dies."

"He can't die under the spirit shed, otherwise his resentment will become a fuse and detonate the bomb of the king of cat spirit!" My sweat is coming down.

The demon clenched his teeth and said, "well, I can only help you once. But you have to promise me one condition... "

I'm anxious to burn in five. You even put forward conditions with me at this time. I don't have a good way: "I promise you everything. Do it quickly!"

"Don't cheat afterwards!" After the demon said this, I felt a slight chill on my forehead. She seemed to have gone out.

Then a cold wind surged around, blowing the dead leaves all over the street, fluttering and clattering. The cat who was coming out from all directions and running to the mourning shed suddenly stopped, turned the cerebellar bag melon and looked around. The cats in the mourning shed stopped their madness and looked out.

This strange situation is not inferior to the coffin collision just now.

Following the cold wind, the dead leaves rolled along the street to the East. So all the cats were boiling again, but instead of bumping into the coffin, they all chased the cold wind. For a moment, all the living cats in the mourning shed ran out. After a while, they disappeared into the darkness ahead and couldn't even hear a sound.

I was relieved at once. It seemed that the demon had led them away with his cat demon breath. No matter how weak the cat demon is, it is also above the cat spirit. Her appeal must be far more than the cat spirit. I just can't figure it out. What does she mean by being damned?

As soon as everyone saw that the cats had gone, they rushed to the mourning shed. I quickly stopped them. This is a lot of Yang Qi and a big barrel of gunpowder. You have to blow up the coffin.

At this time, the old building ran out by himself. Although he was covered with blood, the cat's attack was weak. He protected his head and face. It was just ordinary bites and scratches. It was no big deal. However, his clothes were scratched and rotten, revealing his bloody ass, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

When I walked into the mourning shed, the coffin was silent. Obviously, there was no passion brought by the worship of ten thousand cats, and this resentment was discouraged.

Check the appearance of the coffin. It is only smeared with cat blood, which is not enough to destroy the suppression of the ink bucket line. But the corpse talisman was broken and pasted another one. Just in case, nine copper coins were placed under the coffin.

Although the copper coin ice fire can't suppress the fierce corpse across the coffin, it can prevent the nearby cat spirits from making trouble.

I kicked all the dead cats out of the shed and soon someone was responsible for cleaning them up. It took more than half an hour to clean up the mourning shed. Then I told everyone to go back tonight. I'm here alone.