On the correct way for cats to attack their owners

What happened later, An Qian opened his eyes, not knowing how long he had slept, An Xiu seemed to be asleep, and the sound of steady breathing echoed in the cell, waiting for him to seem to remember what happened later.

When he woke up again, the crowd had already dissipated, the night was late, the vehicles were gradually disappearing, and it was almost invisible, only a pool of blood could be seen where the little master was lying, which was shocking.

Standing up unsteadily, he was not hit by the front of the car, it was just because the little master was holding him, and he was thrown out when he was not hugged tightly during the impact, just hitting the steps of the sidewalk.

It’s just a cat, everyone will only pay attention to the girl who fell in front of the car, and no one will notice the flying cat. The life of a cat is like the life of an ant. No one will beg for it except the owner. justice.

Even so, cats still have humans in mind.

"Meow..." My stomach hurts, is the little master okay?The little master has lost so much blood, it must be very painful, little master, wait for Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian will come to you soon.

Sniffing the remaining smell in the air, he walked step by step towards the direction where the ambulance left. His stomach hurt more and more, his vision was blurred, as if covered by a layer of fog. He couldn't hold on anymore and fell on the blind line of the sidewalk. , obviously can smell the smell, but can no longer see the owner of the smell.

He felt that he could see his mother, mother, are you here to help Xiaoqian?Xiaoqian couldn't stand up.

When he was dying of consciousness, he seemed to hear a voice whispering in his ear.

"Son, are you lonely? Are you in pain? Do you want to live? Come to Sin City and we will be with you."

"Who are you?" He asked, without making a sound, just thinking about it, and the owner of the voice heard it.

"I am a consciousness of the whirlpool of sin city, I can help you." The voice said softly.

"Can you take me to see the master?" As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. The other party said it was just a consciousness, how could he take him there, "No, you don't need to take me there, you...can you tell me before I die? I, little master, am I still alive?"

The voice sighed, as if hesitating, and finally said slowly: "Your master is dead."

Like a bolt from the blue: "You lied to me, right? Master will not die, you lied to me!"

"Your master isn't dead yet, but he's about to die." The voice said again in a dying voice, "Son, come with me. You can find medicine to treat your master in Sin City."

"Can you really save the little master?" He tried to open his eyes but couldn't see the speaker.

"Okay, but you have to forget everything that happened just now. You can only remember something vaguely. Only in this way can you find the medicine your master needs. This is the price of coming to Sin City."

"Will I ever forget?"

"No, if you think about it you will."

"Okay, I'll go!"

An Qian buried her head in the pillow and cried softly, pressing one paw tightly against the stone, and the other paw clutching a light blue flower: "Little master, Xiaoqian forgets that no one will forget you of."

Changed back to the appearance of a boy, holding the * flower tightly in his hand, the whirlpool consciousness did not lie to him, he found the flower that could save the little master from the very beginning, the earth is one day in seven years in Sin City, and now Sin City is only a few months old, The little master will be fine!

An Qian stood up and glanced at An Xiu on the wall. Except for the little master, he still didn't think of anyone, but is this An Xiu the same person as the An Xiu who just appeared in his memory?

I can't control that much anymore. The most important thing now is not this. Seeing Anxiu's body full of injuries, he couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, he picked a few petals of japonica, tiptoed and stuffed them into Anxiu's mouth. The strange thing is that Anxiu didn't wake up even though he was tossing so hard, it's fine if he didn't wake up.

An Qian walked to the door of the cell. There was no large area of ​​corrosion. He just pressed the handle to corrode the lock, and at the same time summoned vines to destroy the alarm.

After An Qian left, An Xiu on the wall opened his eyes, stared at the wide open door and lowered his head again.

Now there is a war going on outside the city of sin. Although there are still people guarding the cells in the city of sin, there are very few of them, so that no one notices when An Qian runs out.

An Qian didn't know where he was going. The ghost that appeared in the dream told him to come here, but he didn't know where he was going. He walked according to his feeling. There seemed to be a voice telling him to go forward. Walk.

It was somewhat similar to the prison cells he had seen on TV before, but also somewhat different, like the arrangement of rooms in a hotel, each cell was arranged facing each other, and the cold metal door isolated the creatures in the cell from the world, and he could feel the creatures in the cell A piercing roar.

The deeper he went, the more uneasy he became, and ghosts surrounded him crying, leading him to his destination.

Gradually he couldn't hear the roar, and even the ghost's screams disappeared. His heart seemed to be grabbed by someone and he couldn't breathe. He stopped and saw a door facing him at the end from a distance. Appearing in front of him uniquely, black metal, glowing with a cold light, obviously there is no sound, but it feels the pain from the depths of the soul.

"That's right there, that's right there!" The ghost's voice sounded again, calling loudly, it was no longer shrill but inextricably sad.

The air was filled with a rotten smell similar to that of a corpse, but the source could not be found. It seemed to be coming from every prison cell. An Qian slowly approached the black door at the end, pressing his hand on the black door, feeling the cold touch, blood-colored soul power Emerging but unable to corrode the slightest.

"How could this be?" An Qian felt that something was about to flow out of his blood, but he returned to calm because of the blocking of the black gate, and he couldn't move the black gate.

The ghost's call that gradually subsided sounded again, roaring mournfully, and began to hit the black door crazily. The black door that Anqian couldn't move was moved by the impact of the ghost, and there seemed to be something in the black door responding to the ghost, but The power of the two is still too weak, and the black gate is trembling but still firmly divides the two worlds.

An Qian raised his hand again and pressed on the black door, the bloody soul power containing several strands of soul power gushed out again, hitting the black door in the rhythm of ghosts, the black door trembled louder, and the creatures in the black door It seemed that they had found hope, and a stronger power erupted to cooperate with them. This power was mixed, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and it seemed that they were not from the same person.

Heimen is still sticking to the line of defense, not giving way. An Qianyi gritted his teeth, sneered, and suddenly withdrew the bloody soul power. He stepped back a few steps. On the bowstring, three bloody arrows were placed on the bow and shot out instantly. Along with the first batch of arrows shot, twelve more shot straight at the black gate.

The ghost quickly avoided the moment the blood arrows came, and even the creatures inside the black door knew the danger outside. There was no sound, and fifteen blood arrows hit the black door, exploding bloody flowers with corrosive flower juice , The viscous liquid swallowed up the entire black door like a living thing, and then the alarm sounded quickly.

An Qian didn't seem to hear the sound of the alarm. He stepped on the residue of the black door and walked towards the door that was still dark even though it was opened. There were faint footsteps, and he put his hand on the door frame, and his eyes widened suddenly. , and covered his mouth with the other hand to block the exclamation that was about to come out.

There are no huge monsters in the black door, nothing extremely vicious, there are only skinny creatures that look like cats and foxes. They are cats and foxes. An Qian lost his memory, but the connection in his blood is Memory cannot be blocked.

The ghosts slowly float in from the door, and you can see that they are only Anqian, and the empty hands want to touch the cats and foxes on the ground, but they pass through powerlessly. Their corpses are not here, and the dead cats and foxes cannot pollute the living As long as the cats and foxes die, they will be thrown into other doors, and they will not even be given a burial, and they will be left to rot in the cold ground.

An Qian couldn't understand what these ghosts were calling before, but now he understands, don't forget, don't forget racial hatred!

Squat down and hug the cat and fox closest to me. This cat and fox is smaller than him. It should be less than a month old. The small face is still wrinkled. Can't heal, rotten and pus, kitten fox's paws shrunk in front of the chest, eyes can't even open, excessive blood loss makes it malnourished, pink and tender tongue gently licks/licks Anqian's palm, A cool feeling spread from the palm.

This cat fox is not long to live. An Qian lowered his eyes and rubbed the head of the little cat fox with his fingertips. A feeling of sadness and powerlessness permeated his heart. He had no way to save it, and the *flowers would not kill it. What kind of hatred is it? Even such a small child is not spared?

In the darkness, every cat fox is weak and dying, but still looks up at Anqian. Eye pupils of different colors, different appearances and coat colors have at least three similar faces. Seeing hatred is more of a desire to go home.

Ghosts let out low cries. Living cats and foxes don’t cry. Living people don’t have the right to cry wantonly like the dead. The passing of a single tear will speed up their death. Every day and night, they grit their teeth and insist on going out one day. Kill everyone who hurt them!

The cat fox in An Qian's arms made a small call, which may not be understood by others, but all the cat foxes present, including ghosts, could understand. The little cat fox was asking: "Brother... Everyone said you are a cat fox!" Is it true that the king of the family is the king? Sister Li said that the king can fulfill the wish of the little raccoon. The little raccoon wants to go home. Can the elder brother take the little raccoon home? Mom... Mom was taken away by bad guys three days ago. If he didn't come back, brother help Xiaoli find her mother, okay?"

The cat fox that was taken away died if he didn't come back. The weak little cat fox could say so many words, and it was already dying. An Qian bit her lip, didn't speak, just listened quietly The last words: "Brother, little raccoon, please ask you one thing, okay? The little raccoon lives on the bank of Jiangliu in the east of Sin City. After the little raccoon dies, bury the little raccoon, mother and father by the river. How about you?"

An Qian didn't know how he nodded his head. The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. The kitten fox in his arms had already lost his breath, with a smile on his face that didn't match his body full of scars. He should be happy Did the child die smiling?

Why?Their cats and foxes have never hurt a fox, never, is it because they can enhance the soul power of the fox clan, and can also turn the fox clan into their own rations?Natural selection, survival of the fittest, is it wrong for cats and foxes to repeatedly retreat and yearn for happiness?Do you have to fight to the death?

An Qian stood up slowly holding the little cat fox, looked at each cat fox, and thought of the little cat fox's words before his death, maybe this was the heartfelt voice of every cat fox - go home.