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Sister Wang Teng held her stomach and saw the cat squirming towards her, so she stepped on it.

She stepped on it hard several times, kept cursing, and finally kicked the cat away.

The cat's body fell at the feet of Wang Teng's brother.

He jumped up in fright, but the cat seemed to have hooked onto his trouser leg and remained hanging on it.

Brother Wang Teng screamed strangely, took the kitchen knife from his mother's hand, stabbed the cat randomly a few times, and opened the cat's riddled body.

The family gasped and looked at the cat's body and the blood on the ground.

After a while, the middle-aged man punched his daughter on the head.

The middle-aged woman hurriedly protected her daughter, "She is still injured, what are you doing!"

"These are all things she picked up!"

"Go get an injection, Mom, call an ambulance and go to the hospital quickly for an injection! This cat must have rabies!" Sister Wang Teng cried.

The middle-aged man looked at the wounds on his hands, became angry and wanted to punch again.

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The middle-aged woman stopped in front of him and shouted to Wang Teng's brother and another direction.

Brother Wang Teng ran to the desk, picked up his mobile phone, and made a call.

"Meow——!" A shrill meow came from the phone receiver, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The family's movements stopped.

"Meow."

"Meow--"

"Meow meow."

Cat meows came from all directions, like a group of cats called spring, surrounding the house.

I looked towards the balcony window.

Outside the window, figures of cats jumped onto trees and windowsills, their eyes glowing in the night.

"It's haunted! It's haunted!" Sister Wang Teng cried, trembling with fear.

"What did you pick up?! What did you pick up!" Wang Teng's father was even more angry. He grabbed his daughter's collar and asked, but there was fear in his eyes.

The father and daughter looked at each other. Wang Teng's sister was shivering, her crotch was already wet, and a fishy smell wafted out.

"I don't know. I just picked up a wild cat! I just picked up a wild cat! I picked it up from downstairs! It stuck to me! It stuck to me first!" She cried, her emotions were broken, her voice was uncontrollable, Sometimes high and sometimes low.

The middle-aged woman also started crying, hugged her husband's arm, and pressed her whole body against him, shouting what to do.

The door to Wang Teng's room was suddenly slammed shut with a loud bang.

Wang Teng's brother rushed to the door, twisted the door handle, called Wang Teng, and slapped and banged on the door panel.

"Open the door! Open the door! Wang Teng! Don't even think about hiding! Don't even think about it!" Wang Teng's brother looked ferocious. When he saw the blood on his hands and the bloody fingerprints left on the door panel, he took a few steps back in fright.

He retreated all the way to the entrance hall. As if he suddenly remembered something, he put his hand on the door handle and was about to open the door.

"Don't open the door! Wang Chan!" the middle-aged man stopped loudly.

His shout was a step too late, and the door was opened.

The door was suddenly opened, and brother Wang Teng saw the wild cats gathering at the door.

They have different colors and shapes. They are gathered at the door like a colorful plush carpet.

All the cats raised their heads the moment Wang Teng opened the door, staring at him with their eyes.

He was so frightened that his legs went weak and he sat down directly on the ground.

Those cats were motionless, just staring at people.

The strange spring-like cry of a wild cat continued, but the cat at the door was unusually quiet.

Wang Teng's father rushed over and wanted to close the door.

He had only run a few steps when he staggered. He tripped over the black cat's body.

There was a lot of black cat blood on the ground, and the floor became slippery.

Wang Teng's father slowly lowered his head and looked at the body and the long blood stain on the ground.

He suddenly rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground.

As if getting some signal, the wild cat outside the door rushed in, and the wild cat in the window also broke in.

As soon as Wang Teng's mother and sister let out a scream, they both fell to the ground.

Brother Wang Teng crawled back a few centimeters and fell to the ground.

I saw that their bodies had lost their breath and their chests had stopped rising and falling.

They died suddenly.

The group of wild cats rushed into the house. I don't know which one hit the door, and the door was slowly closed.

The wild cat pounced on the corpses of the four people, opened its mouth and bit the flesh of the corpses, tearing them apart.

The scene I saw was like a documentary about grassland animals, where cheetahs and lions gnawed their prey ferociously.

However, the predators are not large beasts, but a group of wild cats, and the prey are not herbivores such as cattle and sheep, but humans.

Blood fell to the ground and began to spread, seeping into the floor. There are wild cats licking the blood with relish.

My eyes moved to the broken cat corpse.

All I saw was the snow-white paw. The claw was soon soaked in blood.

The body was obscured by other feral cats.

The room was filled with the sounds of chewing, bones being gnawed, and clothes being torn. One cat raised its head, licked its mouth full of blood, and soon started eating again.

Gradually some wild cats left. They jumped out of the broken window and disappeared into the night.

The chewing sound became louder.

The bones were chewed up by them, leaving nothing behind, and even the blood on the ground was licked clean by them.

This is not a cat.

They exude an unusual aura, not cats or ghosts.

I already had a guess, but my eyes were still fixed on the cat corpse.

After the skulls of the four people were swallowed by wild cats, the last few left.

There was only the cat corpse and a few rags lying on the ground.

The cat's body squirmed.

The damaged areas seemed to have grown new flesh and were connected.

But this self-healing is not complete.

The cat with a broken bone struggled to stand up, its body was very uncoordinated and its movements were uncoordinated.

It soon fell to the ground.

Its paws, head, ears, and eyes are all moving, and every muscle in its body moves on its own, as if it has its own consciousness.

Like a caterpillar struggling and squirming on the ground for a while, it stopped.

I saw a ghost fly out of the cat's body. The human figures are blurry, and the face can't be seen. That soul was filled with a feeling of happiness and ecstasy, and floated out from the ceiling.

The cat's body squirmed again, this time even more wildly, bouncing on the ground like an electric shock, and making a weird meowing sound.

After struggling like this for a while, the cat finally stood up successfully.

The cat took a few steps, fell down again, and turned its head as if it was competing with itself.

I saw the cat pause for a moment, like a toddler, then slowly turned around and looked at Wang Teng's bedroom door.

It walked over step by step and pressed its paws on the door, leaving paw prints on it.

It barked a few times, shrilly, but immediately shut up.

No one opened the door.

The cat sharpened its claws on the door panel and kept meowing, but Wang Teng still didn't open the door.

Its body seemed to be very weak. After tossing like this for a while, it lay down by the door and fell asleep.

I looked at the door.

The house has become quiet. There was wind blowing in through the holes in the windows. There is the sound of the engine of the air conditioner outside, and from time to time there is the sound of vehicles passing by and people talking.

The smell of blood was slowly dissipating, and the large blood stains on the floor became blurry, like some kind of stain.

I approached the door step by step, wanting to go through and take a look.

Even if I can't see Wang Teng, I can still confirm whether he is in the room and awake.

My steps stopped.

Click.

The door handle was twisted, and the door was opened little by little.