C13 Profound Cat

"That box has already been burnt by me. It was also your grandfather's idea. As for what is inside the box, don't ask anymore. I promised your grandfather that I would not tell you."

As Poison Elder spoke, he stood up and pushed me out.

I didn't want to leave. I felt that he still had a lot of things to tell me.

However, he refused to say anything. In the end, he was annoyed by my questions and ran back to the house. He closed the door and left me outside.

I was unwilling to leave just like that. I slammed and kicked the door, shouting, "Give me back my box. Who knows if the box was really burnt or fake. Who knows if there is some treasure inside the box that was hidden by you …"

I used words to provoke Poison Elder, but it was useless. After shouting for a long time, the old man actually started snoring in the house. This bastard made me so angry that I felt like I was going to be reborn.

This old thing, it seemed like he was determined to ignore me. After walking around in the house for more than ten times, I fiercely kicked the door twice and turned around to leave the house.

After a long night, it was almost midnight. In the middle of the night, there was a thin layer of mist. The light was so dim that one could barely see their fingers. The village was strangely quiet. My footsteps sounded especially abrupt in the silent night.

In such a quiet environment, my irritated heart slowly sank. The words that Poison Elder had said in my mind, "I suspect that the death of your four brothers was because of those things." I knew that the things he said were ghosts and monsters. It seemed that only ghosts and monsters could make people powerless. If the murderer was a human, no matter how powerful he was, he would still be bound by the law. How could he kill so many people from my family so recklessly?

Could it be that there really was a ghost that could not get past my family? But why?

I once heard Poison Elder say that ghosts would not harm people for no reason, because everything had a cause and effect. If a ghost harmed people for no reason, it would have to pay a price. If it was light, it would fall into hell and suffer all kinds of suffering before being reincarnated into the Beast Path. If it was heavy, it would directly lose the qualifications to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be thrown into the depths of Nine Nether, where the wind blew and the black fog filled the ground. It would never be able to reincarnate, and would be eternally trapped in the depths of Nine Nether, never to be able to come out. In the end, it would disappear into thin air.

In other words, after a ghost harmed people, it would have to pay a huge price. Therefore, if it was not a vengeful spirit seeking revenge, or if there was a special situation, it would not dare to harm people. If the death of my four brothers was really caused by a ghost, then what kind of irreconcilable hatred did the ghost have with my family?

I couldn't think of any kind of hatred that could make a ghost so crazy to harm people. However, when I thought about the possibility that my family might have offended a ghost, my heart became anxious. I looked around me, afraid that a ferocious evil ghost would suddenly appear in the darkness and take my life.

Thinking of ghosts in the middle of the night was so thrilling that I almost wet my pants. In the end, I couldn't hold it in any longer and ran home.

Fortunately, the road was not far. After stumbling for a while, I quickly returned home. When I pushed open the door and entered the house, I was just about to heave a sigh of relief when I suddenly saw a pair of green eyes. My heart suddenly tightened, and I immediately remembered that it was Second Uncle's Thief Cat! I turned on the light and saw that the broken cat was squatting on the dining table in our house, looking at me like a second uncle. Its black tail that looked like a Burning Stick was sweeping unintentionally on the edge of my bowl of water.

I was quite dissatisfied with the thief cat, but I remembered its evil nature. I didn't dare to look into its eyes, so my gaze fell on its body. At this moment, I suddenly realized that under the light, under the pure black fur of the cat, there was a faint red color!

I was shocked. The cat that Second Uncle brought back was indeed not simple. It was actually a Profound Cat!

The environment of a person's life since childhood shaped his personality. Poison Elder had told me about those evil things since I was young, and it had long formed my personality of being curious and seeking excitement. So I always pestered Poison Elder to tell me stories. No matter how many stories Poison Elder told me, he would finish them eventually. As time passed, his stories could no longer satisfy my desire to explore and find out more about the mysterious world. Thus, since I was in junior high school, I started to buy books and borrow books to read. From junior high school to senior high school, those creepy and terrifying stories, as well as the mysterious folklore books, I read a few thousand of them. Therefore, I knew a little about the supernatural. The Profound Cat was one of the ancient books that I learned from my classmate's grandfather.

According to the book, black cats with red stripes were called Profound cats, and red cats with black stripes were called Profound cats. Profound cats were also called Spirit cats. It was said that they were able to communicate with ghosts and Evil Warding. The powerful Profound cats were even able to communicate with ghosts and go to the underworld.

There was also a record in the "酉阳杂俎" that said, "When a cat is in the south, its offspring will be easy." It meant that it was best to keep the Profound Cat in the south, which was also the best place to keep it. The ancient people opened their doors to the south, and the people who kept the Profound Cat at the door were safe and sound. Therefore, in the wealthy families of ancient times, they had the habit of raising black cats.

However, not all black cats had black and red fur. The real Profound Cat had to fulfill three conditions. First, its eyes would turn from yellow to green at night, and the deeper the night, the more green it would become. After the five o’clock bell, it would return to its normal cat appearance. It was said that the Profound Cat was probing the spirit and looking at things that ordinary people could not see.

Second, the tail was thick and the ears were double. The tail was thick and without a point, and the ears were double. It was the outline of a small ear, and it could hear ghosts and communicate with them.

Third, the Profound Cat never caught mice, because it disdained it.

The eyes of the thief cat were green. I saw it with my own eyes. Its tail was as thick as a Burning Stick, and it was as thick as its head. As for whether the ears were double or not, I didn't dare to peek at it, so I could not confirm it. However, I felt that the thief cat definitely wouldn't catch mice, because there was a sense of pride on its body. That kind of aura made me, a person who was above many creatures, feel that I was very small in front of it. If a mouse met the thief cat, it would probably urinate directly, and there was no need to catch it at all.

The feeling of insignificance that came from the bottom of my heart made me believe even more that the Thief Cat was not simple. It was most likely a Spiritual Profound Cat!

Second Uncle brought a Profound Cat back. Could it be that he had already thought about my four older brothers? It was not something that a human would do, but rather something that involved evil and sneaky things. That was why he brought this cat to help him.

"Squeak!"

Just as I was thinking about it, the door of Second Uncle's house suddenly opened. Second Uncle came out of the house and walked straight to me. He reached out his hand to give me a bank card and said, "There is twenty years of savings in here. It is enough for you to settle down outside. Tomorrow morning, you will take your mother and leave. Leave far away and never come back."