meow

The man with the weird pattern on his face is a drug seller, his real name is unknown, and Cai Cai is not interested.At this moment, Mao Tong stared at the grilled fish in his hand without moving. The drug seller seemed to feel it, and moved his hand holding the grilled fish upwards, which also attracted the cat to look up; Down below, the cat's head also lowered. After a few times of teasing, Cai Cai became annoyed and jumped to bite the grilled fish in his hand.

The fire burned the wood and made a crackling sound. Fortunately, the smoke was blown to the opposite direction by the wind, so that it would not affect the person grilling the fish.The drug seller guided Cai Cai to avoid the jumping flames, and then put the fish skewer in front of it. At this time, there were two shallow tooth marks on the back of his hand.

"Eat."

The gentle voice, which is different from the cold tone, made Cai Cai, who was not on guard, let go of his defenses. He was already hungry and didn't care about anything else, so he ate a small amount of fish at the feet of the drug seller. Dry.After eating all the fish meat, it would also swallow the fish bones, but before that, the medicine seller reached out and took the fish bones, and threw them into the raging fire.

"Meow!"

Pickle rushed over to save the food, but the man picked up the nape of his neck and dragged him back abruptly.The fish bone was thrown into the flames, and turned into ashes without even making a sound. Pickle wanted to get closer, but was held down by someone, unable to move.

Ignoring the kitten's struggle and dissatisfaction, the man whispered: "I don't know when, there has been a strange story outside Beijing. There is a monster named Shiqi in the mountain, or a god... who will ask for food in person. At this time, as long as Save a grain of rice, and you will be free. I originally thought that what was attracted by the aroma of this baked food was the shape of a monster."

The drug seller shut his mouth, and looked down at the pickles.

Pickle stared at him with golden cat eyes, looking back at him innocently, and finally grew a longer beard, and then shortened it.Seeing this, the medicine seller silently brought the cat back from the fire, staring at its asymmetrical beard for a long time without saying a word.

It seems to be a mistake.

The monsters formed by the causality and origin of monsters attached to people will never be stupid.

The medicine seller took back the demon-repelling sword in his hand, sat cross-legged next to Pickle, and turned the fire with a stick.The warm fire source dispelled the humid and depressed air after the rain in Kyoto, and the dry and comfortable feeling made the pickles lie down and clean the hair with their tongues.

Lick, lick, Cai Cai is covered in dust, she is going to be dirty to death.

The drug seller only cast a sideways glance at it, and then looked away, but his doubts were still there, what kind of animal it was.Call it a monster, it doesn’t have a demonic aura on it; call it a monster, there is no truth and reason formed by human karma; say it is just a mortal cat... It’s not right, the power that circulates in its body makes the weak spirits in the mountains fear and evade, There are even faint traces of surpassing the shackles of the cat form.

But...it's not important, and it has nothing to do with me.

As for the legend of cannibalism, let’s go to the village where this story first spread tomorrow to have a look.

No longer distracted from using it on the cat, the medicine seller looked back, opened the large medicine box he carried with him, took out bottles and jars of various shapes, and began to process the herbs he found in the mountains.Pickle smelled the smell of strange plants, and couldn't help stepping forward, but just as it was about to get into the gap between the medicine seller's knees, it was slapped on the head. Although it was very light, it was enough to slap the timid cat's head back to its original position land.

So what happened to Cai Caikang? ? ?

Pickle sat on the ground with her head tucked into her ears, her tail was long and flat, only the tip was still wagging.After 5 minutes, the little kitten, who didn't remember to eat but didn't remember to hit, sneaked into the gap under the drug seller's knees, and then received a second slap on the head.

Cheapskate!

Cai Cai shrank back again.

The medicine seller blew on his fingers, and a few cat hairs scattered with the wind, and some rolled into the divided medicinal materials.Seeing this scene, the medicine seller was taken aback for a moment, then sighed lightly, resigned to his fate and began to clean up the medicinal materials again.

The fear caused by patting his head only lasted for a few seconds, Pickle held his paws in his mouth, and carefully looked at the weird man in front of him.This person is the same as his mother, he has degenerated claws and teeth, and lost all his hair, but he is not as lazy and picky eater as his mother, he can find food by himself, and is willing to eat grass.Thinking of this, the little cat affirmed that a cat that is willing to endure hardship is still a good cat.

Probably because I was too tired after running outside for a day, and then the pickles didn’t make any trouble, and I curled up at the feet of the medicine seller and closed my eyes. This posture can see my paws when I open my eyes, which is very helpful for cats. Safe sleeping position.On the contrary, if a cat is willing to open its belly to you, or turn its back to you, it means that it trusts you extremely.

Unlike Cai Cai, the drug seller who looks like a mortal from the outside doesn't seem to need sleep. He has been sorting out the medicinal materials for a whole night, and he doesn't look tired at all.What woke him up from sorting out the medicinal materials was the smell of burning. When he raised his head slightly, he saw the cat unconsciously approaching the heat source in its sleep, causing a piece of fur on its body to be scorched by the fire, and the cat seemed unconscious Same, still sleeping.

After tidying up the medicinal materials in his hand and putting them back into the box, the medicine seller picked up the cat and looked at the burnt parts of its body. Fortunately, except for the red hair, the damage is not serious, and it can be cured by applying a little medicine .

That's what I said, but the burnt hair won't grow back in a while.

In order to prevent the cat from licking off the medicine on the wound, the medicine seller took out an enchantment with his backhand and stuck it on the cat.

Pickle was woken up by the tingling sensation of the medicine. When it found out and struggled, the drug seller let it go in time. As soon as the cat was relieved, it quickly jumped off his knee and looked back at its sore spot.It's just that the cat can't understand that the place that can be licked smoothly in the past can't be hooked now no matter how much it turns its head.The drug seller was silent, watching the kitten chasing his body and circling in circles.

Looking up at the sky, the night has gradually faded, and the sun shines on the person through the gaps in the leaves. The medicine seller put out the fire, carried the medicine box on his back and walked down the mountain.Seeing this, Pickle followed, and jumped onto the medicine box on his back to sit firmly.

The drug seller stopped, but without turning his head, he asked, "Are you going the same way?"

There was the sound of claws grinding on the medicine cabinet.

The drug seller didn't ask any more questions, but the road down the mountain was very bumpy, and he almost threw the cat out several times.

The strange combination of one person and one cat attracted everyone's attention as soon as they entered the village at the foot of the mountain. This remote area hidden deep in the mountains has not been in contact with the outside world for a long time. There are only about a hundred people in the village, and most of them are working in the fields at the moment.

"May I ask who you are?" The ragged old man stepped forward and asked.

"Just a drug seller."

These days, when common people get sick, they can neither ask for help from the classic medicine clinic nor the yin and yang clinic. They can only rely on the skills and self-healing power of folk mages to recover.Coupled with problems such as excessive class gap and production costs, the currency has not been smoothly promoted among the people, so ordinary people still live a life of barter, exchanging food, cloth and other things for resources.And the job of a drug seller cannot be traded as smoothly as in later generations.

In the end, the drug seller exchanged some common medicines for a chance to stay in the village for a night, and pickles followed him into the hut arranged by the villagers.This village is very poor, and the houses built are leaky from all sides, and there is probably no basic guarantee for shelter from the wind and rain. There was a scurrying around the house, as if patrolling territory.

The villager who sent them in brought some miscellaneous grains. He looked at the rice balls and swallowed, and then ordered: "It's fine to stay here for one night, but you have to remember, don't go out if you have nothing to do, especially at night." Pause, he added: "The same goes for cats."

"Excuse me, did something happen in the village?"

"It's nothing..." The villager's eyes flickered.

Seeing this, the drug seller returned the food he had handed over before. The villagers struggled a bit, took the rice balls, and said, "It's like this. Our village has been entangled by a monster called Chi Chi. Every time we go up the mountain They will all be possessed by him, if there is food, it will be fine, even a grain of corn can recover, but if there is no..." The man trembled, and said: "Such evil monsters should be eliminated, we can't invite the Onmyoji Master People, the old people in the village did not allow the mage to come to deal with it, saying that it was a god on the mountain and asked us to send it as an offering. Some time ago, there was heavy rain and plague, and the old people in the village died, so we didn’t have so much food to send For food, so..."

"I couldn't receive the tribute, so I came to the village." The medicine seller received it without haste.

"That's right, many people have disappeared, and we don't dare to go out alone now." The villager turned his head, glanced at his clansmen waiting not far away, put the rice balls in his arms and said, "Anyway, that's how it is. Don't go out."

With a bang, the door was closed, and the shadow covered the drug seller's face, and Cai Cai's whole cat melted into the darkness, only the stray hairs on its back were particularly obvious. It was also exposed, meowing and rubbing the back of Yaolang's hand.

Cai Cai is hungry, do you have any food, when Cai Cai is full, I will help you catch cicadas, and you can also pull weeds.

The drug seller lowered his head and stroked the pickle's head with his backhand. The little cat was very obedient when he was hungry, and he would also stroke his head. It meowed in a meowing tone, leaving its own scent on the other's fingertips. .The drug seller raised his index finger, and at the same time, a trace of gold permeated into Pickle's body. The power in his body was activated rapidly, and the little cat instantly stretched into a 5 or 6-year-old cat-eared girl.The drug seller showed his face clearly, but Pickle didn't seem to notice it, and still rubbed his head against the opponent's palm.

"Name." The drug seller's voice was hypnotic, causing Pickle to open his mouth, and said in a strange tone: "Salty...Cai Cai."

"Why do you follow me?"

"Find mom."

Hearing this, the drug seller frowned, thinking about the female cat demons he had seen, but there was no one that matched him. He continued to ask: "Who is your mother...?"

Many pictures flashed in Pickle's mind. It remembered that its mother used to use a long strip that could draw traces, write down a few patterns on paper, and then repeatedly told it what these were.It's like something called a name...

"Ma... Cang..."

The little cat thought for a while, but couldn't remember the last word. It had a lot of strokes, and only remembered what mother said was grass.Pickle thought hard for a moment, and said: "Ma Cang...fuck... Wang..."

When Yaolang lowered his head to think about the strange name of Ma Cangcao King, Pickle tilted his head and remembered his brother's words. His mother was still called, Yin... What Yin... After a pause, she said: "Yin Yang... people."

Drug seller: "???"