"Do you want me to prepare a small coffin for you? So you can be buried in style, give you a little dignity?" The figure in white continued digging, oblivious to everything happening behind him.
While digging, he muttered to himself, "Forget it, a coffin is even more unlucky. Although the Third Young Master doesn't believe in these superstitions, it's still better to be cautious."
"Or... should I wrap you in my clothes before burial?" The figure in white stopped his movements, thinking the idea feasible.
Wen Xiao'ai slowly stood up, feeling a bit wobbly on her legs.
She shook off the leaves and dirt sticking to her, watching the figure in white digging her grave, preparing to bury her. She waved her little paw with an assertive gesture:
Bold human, how dare you bury this princess, I will settle the score with you later.
Wen Xiao'ai retracted her paw and, looking up at the night sky with the bright moon, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Then, without lingering, she turned and left, following the strange energy inside the vast Wu Garden in search of Jun Moyan...
As Wen Xiao'ai was resurrected, the full moon slowly started to wane again, as if that moment of the full moon was there just to help Wen Xiao'ai continue her life and return her soul...
"Uh... my clothes aren't pretty, so... I'll use Qing Yi's clothes for your burial instead. That guy has nicer clothes." The figure in white said, tossing aside the dagger, ready to stand up and go ask Qing Yi for clothes.
But when he looked down:
"Huh, where's the cat?"
The figure in white paused, turned around in circles searching the spot, but the cat was nowhere to be seen.
"Odd, very odd." The figure in white put one hand on his waist and the other scratching his head, a look of bewilderment on his face.
Just then, a breeze passed, rustling the leaves overhead, and a few fell with the wind.
The figure in white suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck.
"No, it couldn't be, the cat, the cat hasn't come back to life, has it?"
The figure in white's tongue knotted up, and he slightly lifted his wrist to glance at his watch.
Holy shit, it's midnight... could this get any... scarier?
He, the figure in white, a proud and tall man, fears neither heaven nor earth, dares to lick blood off the knife's edge, dares to... sprint naked over roadside stones... Thɪs chapter is updated by novel[f]ire.net
But he has an inexplicable fear of certain things that he can't see but that send shivers down his spine just by hearing them...
Especially in this situation, when unexpectedly, the cat's body vanished, leaving him even more unsettled...
The figure in white swallowed hard and stood frozen in place, not daring to budge, his eyes darting all around.
Could he really... have seen a ghost?
Another gust of wind, and the figure in white, terrified, took off running, leaving the dagger behind, and while running, he shouted:
"Someone help, quick, come here, there's a ghost, Qing Yi, Qing Yi..."
"Phew..." Wen Xiao'ai, exhausted, collapsed on the stairs, looking up at the remaining lengthy staircase, on the verge of tears.
Raising a paw to wipe the nonexistent sweat from her forehead, Wen Xiao'ai lay down on the steps, unwilling to move anymore.
She was truly tired, her inner core damaged, causing her meridians to break. On top of that, she was inexplicably shot, losing so much blood.
Although her meridians had just been mostly repaired, her inner core was severely damaged.
Having just managed to resurrect herself, she was now at her weakest, unable to even revert back to her human form, merely maintaining her current state.
To think she, the little princess of the Cat Clan, had ever been in such dire straits.
Her arrival in the human realm had already cost her one of her nine lives—had she not had multiple lives, she truly would have been buried by that human.
If Clan Leader Granny found out she had sneaked into the human realm and lost a life, she would definitely punish her severely.
How come no one told her there was a problem with the portal...