C18 Purgatory cat abuse

The angle and size of the hole in the wall allowed me to see everything in the room without exposing me.

The room was filled with two flickering flames, but the surroundings were pitch black. The old man had closed all the doors and windows, which made the room look eerie like a corpse cave. There was not a single bit of light in the room, let alone a cloudy day outside.

I could smell a pungent stench and a strong, bitter odor from the hole. It was like the atmosphere of a slaughterhouse, and the screams were endless. It was more like a torture chamber on the eighteenth floor of hell, making me feel dark and oppressed.

I saw the hunchbacked old bastard squatting in the middle of the room, two large braziers in front of him.

In the light of the fire, the old bastard's face turned red and yellow. The two scars on his forehead and neck bulged out one after another. A strange, elongated shadow fell on the ground, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. A white eyeball was rolling around from time to time with a faint smile on its face.

However, the series of screams came from his hands …

At this moment, the old bastard was holding a black cat with four limbs that were kicking about wildly in his hands. The old bastard was holding a black cat with four limbs that were kicking about wildly in his hands.

Beneath the black cat was a stone pot. Inside the pot, there was a sticky white paste that was exuding steam. Clearly, it had just been removed from the brazier.

That old man pressed the cat head into the black pot while saying in a weird voice, "Child, endure it. It won't be so painful. It'll be fine after a while, it'll be fine after a while, hehehe …"

If I didn't see this sight, which made my internal organs crease, I would never have imagined that this old bastard would be so abnormal.

It seemed that Wang Sen was right, that black cat was indeed made to that state. However, he did not know how one of them could be so bloody and cruel …

Finally, the black cat's four limbs stopped moving. Only its tail was still swinging weakly like a strange long-haired snake, shocking me to the point that I couldn't help but shiver.

After half a day, when the black cat had completely stopped moving, the old man finally pulled the cat out of the scalding white paste. It swayed and swayed in the light of the brazier, and looked and looked. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. He kissed the cat's head with a sad face. The white paste covered his dry lips. It was so perverted that it could make one's hair stand on end!

Then, he actually picked up the cloth bag on the ground and carefully took something out. When I looked closely, it was actually a syringe with a long needle.

The old man's movements were very fluid and skilled. He raised his right hand and steadily inserted the needle from the cat's ear into his brain, injecting the unknown liquid into the syringe.

I couldn't bring myself to think about it. I thought that even if it was the 731 army, unscrupulous Japanese devils, their methods would only be so mediocre …

At the same time, I realized that this cat wasn't the same cat as the one on the old man's shoulder, because that cat didn't have any hair at all, and at least this one had fur at the moment …

But where was that damn cat on his shoulder?

After that, the old man's actions became even more insane. After wiping the white paste off the black cat's face with a piece of dirty cloth, he actually began to forcefully pull off the black fur on the black cat's head! He was still muttering some incantations, and his face was covered in blood. The blood on his face gathered together into a line and dripped onto the ground, making a "bada, bada" sound as it dripped.

The cat actually didn't die completely, but because of the painful scream, it seemed to have lost all of its strength, but it still felt pain.

From time to time, the old man would pull out all the hair on the cat's head, revealing its swollen white hair. He stood up shakily. With one hand holding the cat's body and the other holding the brazier with an iron hook, he slowly walked towards the corner of the wall.

Immediately, I heard a series of cat cries from the corner of the room. It seemed that there were more than one or two cats in the room, but at least a dozen.

The light from the brazier flickered, and I saw that there was an iron cage in the corner, the source of the meowing.

There were two or three cats that looked healthy. They stood in circles like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their bodies were completely black.

When they saw the old man approaching, they all bent their waists and stood on end. Their tails stood on their bodies like flags as they emitted low hissing sounds. It was obvious that they felt a great threat.

The old man was a hunchback. He didn't need to bend over; he just opened the door of the cage and slowly put the cat inside. He even stroked the cat's body.

I took a closer look and saw that there were at least six or seven corpses of black and white cats in the cage. They were twisting their corpses at all kinds of incredible angles. Their deaths looked extremely miserable and miserable!

I really don't know what kind of demonic magic this old man used. After burying the cat's head in the ground, it could actually make them feign corpses and then suffer again and again!

The old man closed the cage as he mumbled, "Children, it won't be long before you all come in handy …"

Big use?

I felt a chill as I heard the old man say this. Could it be that they are targeting our production crew? Was he going to bury these black cats in Watergate and make us all like Chen Lu when the time was right?

Suddenly! I saw a black shadow leap to the old man's feet, causing me to almost lose my footing on the water tank.

"Meow …" After a cat meow, "Child, you're back?"

It turned out to be the black cat on the old bastard's shoulder. It came back from who knows where and squatted at the old man's feet. It let out a hoarse cry and nuzzled the old bastard's leg with its head.

"Child, is it done?"

The black cat suddenly raised its head and stared at the old man for five seconds. "Meow."

F * ck, could it be that this stupid cat has already become a spirit? It actually responded to what the old man said! Even though it was a little slow, it was enough to make me gasp in amazement! What a big bird! There were all sorts of trees here! But on the other hand, I've seen ghosts before, so what can a cat that has Awakened?

Even though I said that, I didn't even dare to breathe. I was afraid that the sensitive black cat would notice … It would be strange if the old bastard didn't soak my head in that hot white paste! And then I'm going to have to put a needle in my ear...

I hastily shook my head, not daring to think any further.

While holding my breath, I also discovered a very strange situation …

The black cat's face was no longer as horrible as it had been the first time he had seen it. The fine wrinkles spread out, and part of the cat had regrown into a faint black fur. Furthermore, the cat's head had also become less swollen and deformed.

What was going on? Could it be that this wasn't the black cat on the old man's shoulder?

It had to be like this, thinking of how the black cat's head had been soaked in boiling white paste and had struggled so painfully for such a long time. It seemed like it was going to die soon. Then, what sort of needle was pierced into the old man's brain? How could there be a reason to recover?

I'm waiting to see how this old guy's going to do the next trick...

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound under my feet. I didn't need to look to know that the water tank under my feet had cracked.

My situation immediately became very critical...

Because at this moment, the Ghost Cat in the room, along with the old bastard, both turned to look into my eyes. Especially the black cat, its eyes were extremely sharp, and its pair of green eyes emitted a terrifying deathly light …

"Meow!"

When I saw that old man pull out a dagger from his waist, cold sweat immediately emerged on my forehead …

"Who is it?"

With another crunching sound, before I could escape, the water tank beneath my feet suddenly cracked open, and I fell down all of a sudden … A sharp water jar stuck straight into my calf, against my bones.

I didn't dare to scream, let alone wait for death. Dragging my wounded leg, I desperately ran towards the gap in the south wall that I sneaked into …

Then I heard the wooden door creak open behind me, and the slow, heavy sound of footsteps. The old bastard must have chased me out.

Not daring to stop, I ran in the direction of the scattered houses to the south of the village …

"Child, come back …" "Come back …" The old bastard chased as he shouted, "That place is the most vicious place in the Water Gate Village, and I can't go there while I'm here!"

Can't go? Fuck you! He's already pulled out the dagger. He's obviously trying to trick me into going through and then stab me to death with it …

I thought he was old enough to see me run away.

But I was thinking too much. Because of my leg injury, I couldn't run very fast. I could hear the old hunchback's footsteps and shouts getting closer and closer as I limped and turned.

My heart was in my throat, my heart was pounding, I was running with all my might, and he was chasing after me.

I turned left and right, not thinking about the bones that had died. I found a humble village house and immediately ran into the courtyard, hiding in a hall with half a wall falling down. I stepped on the hip bone of one of the skeletons.

I ignored the cause of death and said, "Don't blame me …" He crouched down and hid behind the broken wooden cabinet.

In less than half a minute, the old man was also panting heavily as he followed them into the courtyard. Just as he was about to enter the hall …

I slipped out from under the crumbling wall, turned, and leaned against the outer wall.

I heard the sound of the old man entering the hall, but because of the injury to my leg, I could no longer escape. He could only grab a rock from the ground and think, "If that old guy comes out with me, I'll smash him to death with a stone …"

But after a long time, the old man in the living room didn't follow me out, but I could tell that he didn't leave either.

After a long while …

The old man opened his mouth and spoke as if he knew that I was separated from him, "Child, you didn't listen to my advice that day and destroyed that Yin Residence. You have already provoked the blood disaster."

"Cough, cough …"

The old man coughed a few times and then said:

"I have been on the run for many days, gathering many fiendish demonic cores to try and quell the resentment of the red-clothed evildoer. You cannot stay here for too long! Tonight is not like last night. Remember to leave the Water Gate Village before the Scarlet Moon, otherwise I will not be able to ensure your safety again! "Although I do not have much time left, I will definitely find you before I die and teach you how to break through a pair of Evil Spirits …"

As I mulled over the meaning of his words, the old man let out a long sigh...

Then I heard his footsteps walking out of the hall, but the sound of his footsteps on the rubble was disorderly, as if he were lying to me.

Afraid that he would take a roundabout route with me, I made a detour to the hill and entered the courtyard of a village not far behind. I hid behind a stone block and stuck my head out to observe the situation outside.

"Gathering Fiend Pill? Red Ghosts? Scarlet Moon? Protect me in every way? " I muttered to myself, the words the old man had just spoken lingering in my mind.

Tonight, unlike last night, I can't be guaranteed to perfection? This clearly meant that the person who saved me last night was him. But when I think of the way he looked when he was bullying cats, I deny it again.

What else was there to say? I know red is red, indigo is blue... He thought of the blood-red clouds and the eerie blue moon. This old bastard really knew how to stir up the atmosphere!

This old bastard must be hiding at the entrance of the village waiting for me. He's playing hide and seek with me in any corner and is prepared to kill me if he sees me …

Therefore, to what he just told me, I can only "bought a watch last year"!

About half an hour later, when I was dozing off, I felt the alarm go off.

Everything was silent except for the whistling of the wind, but fortunately, the dark clouds were no longer dense, only a thin layer of white. It gave off the feeling that the sun was about to rise, but all he could see was desolation.

I got up from behind the mortar and turned around to see that the house was intact, with no holes and no debris in the yard. If carefully thinking about it, it turned out that this family's terrain was rather high, so they weren't too affected by the flood.

I wondered if I should go in and take a look, just in case there were no dead men.

With my right leg injured like this, I was starving. I hadn't slept for a day and a night, so I only needed to rest for a little while. Then I immediately made a plan to escape from this damned place …

When I return to the human world, I will bring Tet Wei back with a machete to kill that hunchbacked old bastard!

I moved slowly toward the main room, hoping that it would be best if there were no dead people inside, and even if there were, I didn't want to wear embroidered shoes …