God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The market seemed even more lively than during the day, with countless people walking through it, chatting and laughing. When you got closer, you could even hear faintly sweet music.

But He Ziyun always felt that something was wrong with the figures walking in the market.

Zhou Zeng, who was next to him, was a little scared. He swallowed and approached the two of them: "Are we going there?"

He Ziyun turned his head and glanced at Ah Wu, who had no strange expression on his face. He lowered his eyes and nodded: "Go over."

With such an obvious plot right in front of you, of course you have to watch it.

Zhou Zeng said no more.

As the three people approached, the excitement in the market became more and more noisy.

There was even a very small child who ran out of the crowd with a smile. Without seeing the road clearly, he bumped into Zhou Zeng who was walking in front.

Zhou Zeng let out an ouch and subconsciously supported him, holding the civet cat firmly on his arm with one hand: "It doesn't hurt, does it? Come and show uncle - I'm a fool!"

He Ziyun's expression behind him changed slightly.

Looking from his sight, one could see Zhou Zeng's hand holding the child beginning to tremble slightly, and his voice trying to suppress fear: "Little kid, where are you and the adults in your family?"

The child was a little boy. He chuckled. His tone was obviously innocent, but his smile was so chilling that it made people feel cold: "My mother, my mother is buying food in the market!"

He Ziyun stepped forward and was about to speak when he saw the little boy holding Zhou Zeng's hand slowly raising his head.

The young man paused slightly and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The little boy's face is covered with snow-white soft hair, azure pupils are placed in the eye sockets, the tip of his nose is red and flat, he has a three-petal mouth, and above that is a pair of plush snow-white ears. He even wears short-sleeved overalls. , no different from any human boy.

To be precise, this is a cat that can speak human language, walk upright on all fours, and even speak human language.

The cat boy looked straight at He Ziyun, his eyes rested on the cow cat on the young man's shoulder for a few seconds, and he clapped his hands happily:

"What a cute little brother! Would you like to come down and play with Mimi?"

The cat boy's hands were still in the shape of fleshy pads, with sharp nails embedded in them, shining with an almost cold light.

Realizing that the cow cat was ignoring him, he looked from the cow cat to He Ziyun, his pupils were cold and confused as he muttered:

"Why, why are there two food items here?"

Almost at the same time, He Ziyun thought of the cat corpses hanging all over the street during the day.

At that time, there was a little kitten that was coned alive and had brains coming out of its head. It seemed to have white fur and blue eyes, and it screamed in a miserable and twisted manner...

"Mimi, you're not good again."

A gentle female voice came from the market, and a woman in a dress swayed over, revealing a white-haired cat face that was no different from that of a man or boy.

Catwoman didn't look at the three people in front of her. She bent down and picked up the cat boy, and said hello to the cow cat in He Ziyun's arms and the civet cat in Zhou Zeng's arms:

"Is this your pet?"

He Ziyun and Zhou Zeng were horrified at the same time.

Pet, what does it mean?

Catwoman's tone when talking about pets is very indifferent, as if she is mentioning a piece of cold meat?

The cow cat in the young man's arms licked its flesh pad, raised its head and meowed at Catwoman several times.

The civet cat in Zhou Zeng's arms looked up at Catwoman, stretched out its flesh pad and pressed Zhou Zeng's hand, meowing.

"Oh?"

Catwoman then moved her gaze to the faces of He Ziyun and Zhou Zeng, her blue pupils shining: "They are guests, so I hope they can have a good time..."

With that said, Catwoman smiled at Ah Wu: "Master Ah Wu, welcome to the market. You haven't been here for a long time."

"We all miss you."

Ah Wu looked calm and nodded lightly: "Thank you."

Catwoman didn't mind either, Shiqu hugged the child and left.

She only looked at the two cats and Ah Wu from the beginning to the end. Zhou Zeng and He Ziyun were only glanced at casually by her.

The barrage has exploded.

[Holy shit, reversal? Reversal? Status reversal? 】

[Is this what this copy means? 】

[I have a little acid reflux, and I can already think of the corpses in the market...]

[Damn, vomit...this, how should I say this? 】

While the discussion was going on in the barrage, He Ziyun looked at Ah Wu, who had a calm face next to him, and blinked:

"So it's the cat that rings the bell at night?"

Ah Wu shook his head: "No."

He also looked a little confused: "I don't know who is ringing the bell every night now."

This answer was unexpected.

He Ziyun looked back thoughtfully, looking at the bustling market not far away, and took Ah Wu's hand, "Let's go and have a look at the market."

Ah Wu was stunned for a moment, looked down at the young man holding his hand, and subconsciously held it back.

The young man raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes smiling.

Zhou Zeng, who was behind him, did not see the eye contact between the two. When he saw the two of them preparing to leave, Zhou Zeng lowered his head and took a deep breath of cat, and followed tremblingly in the latter's eyes that widened in disgust:

"Wait, wait for me!"

…………

The market was indeed exactly as they suspected.

During the day, the market in the town was filled with the corpses of various cats, and at night, the market was filled with human corpses.

The bloody thighs, the still-glaring head, the warm scarlet heart still undulating on the chopping board, etc... And the bosses who sell "human viscera" are indeed a group of standing and walking cat people.

When He Ziyun passed by the shop that advertised "Fresh Cat Brain" during the day, he saw a fat-headed man tied up in a bucket with ropes layer by layer, and his face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat flowing down his fat face. The flesh was flowing, but his eyes were not bulging. There seemed to be a layer of blood inside, containing crazy pain.

"No, don't, don't!"

The man kept struggling, causing the barrel to tremble.

Catwoman, who was wearing an apron behind her, put down her son in her arms, took out a hammer with a cold light from the bucket on the side and handed it to the cat boy.

Catwoman smiled very gently. She bent down and held the cat boy's hand, teaching: "Mimi, you are holding this hammer, and then mom is holding a nail..."

Catwoman plunged an iron awl into the man's head, and bright red blood flowed down the punctured scalp. The man screamed in pain, and the fat all over his body trembled.

Catwoman didn't pay attention to him. She continued to teach the cat boy softly:

"You have to hit it very hard, so that he will cry out in pain, and you can hit him many times before he dies."

The cat boy nodded, his blue pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist. He smiled and picked up the hammer, and hit the iron awl hard under everyone's gaze!