Chapter 16

As we were talking, I was about to throw away the talisman in my hand, but at this moment, the piercing cat cry suddenly stopped, and a voice that didn't seem human whispered in my ear, "Don't mess with me again."

I knew where the voice came from because his gloved, sticky, and bloody hand was still on mine. The person who had been silent all along finally spoke.

I said his voice didn't sound human because it was mixed with an unusual tone. Just one sentence made my whole body break out in goosebumps. Can you imagine a cat speaking human words with a cat's voice? That's exactly how it felt.

Moreover, it wasn't the purest cat sound; it was mixed with the normal voice of a middle-aged man.

Most importantly, this simple sentence contained too many emotions: pain, struggle, greed, coldness, and malice. Even if a normal voice spoke with such emotions, the listener would likely feel terrified.

Was this a threat? My mood quickly calmed down at this moment. This wasn't a threat; it was a compromise. By saying not to mess with him again, he meant that this time's matter would be let go.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if I would have any more dealings with him in the future. After all, had he done anything that violated the laws of heaven and earth? No! He was just a cat demon with a special fetish for corpses. I had taken a great risk to get involved in this matter, and it felt a bit strange.

Besides, Old Zhou was already involved. He was an ordinary person. If I got involved, it would mean putting my friend in danger, and I had said I couldn't afford to take that risk.

"In short, take care of yourself. We'll go our separate ways. I'm not stubborn enough to think all spirits are evil. I won't provoke you, and you'd better not provoke me or the people around me." I shouted, and that was my bottom line.

After all, my master had once said that one's life's learning is built on a foundation. If one does things without a bottom line, it's best to be a useless person, as a useless person can cause less harm.

As we were talking, that strange hand finally withdrew from mine. I felt as if a venomous snake that had been coiled around my hand had finally left. However, before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the voice spoke again, "Close your eyes, I'll leave first."

After saying this, he added, "Don't try to hide it; I can see clearly."

Actually, with that bizarre mask on, how could I see his face clearly? In that instant, I hadn't even noticed what he was wearing before the light went out. Besides, it was so dark here that even if I strained my eyes like a black cat, I couldn't see anything clearly.

However, his words were a bit strange. Could he see clearly? Was he really treating himself like a cat just because he met a cat demon? Anyway, things had reached this point, and everything was still bizarre.

But closing my eyes wasn't much of a loss. I had already spoken my mind and planned to have nothing to do with him. So, I closed my eyes without hesitation. However, in a room full of corpses, closing my eyes didn't give me any sense of security.

After about a minute, I couldn't bear it. The feeling was too uncomfortable, so I said, "Are you done? I'm going to open my eyes." But I got no response.

Feeling helpless, I waited another half a minute. In that time, a world champion sprinter could run a kilometer at full speed, but there was still no movement. I asked again and got no answer, so I opened my eyes.

A faint light came from the dark basement. I realized that the door beside me had been pulled open just enough for a person to squeeze through. With this light, I saw that the basement was empty, and that strange person had left without a sound.

Could he really be a cat demon in human form? I felt extremely strange. How could a living person walk without a sound? But in human form? That was a joke, right? I had once asked my master what true myths and legends were, and he told me that the various stories of demons transforming into humans in China were true myths and legends.

However, I always believed that there was no smoke without fire. If such things didn't exist, how could such myths and legends be passed down?

When I pressed further, my master gave me a meaningful look and chuckled, which was his way of brushing me off.

What was the logic behind that? But I never doubted my master's words, so I firmly believed that the idea of demons transforming into humans was nonsense. Honestly, in such an environment, recalling a past event helped ease my mind. After thinking about that, I felt much more relaxed.

I then pressed the light switch in the basement, and the room instantly brightened. However, I felt inexplicably nervous and looked around, fearing that another hand would forcefully press down on mine and turn off the light again.

But this time, I was overthinking. Nothing like that happened.

I let out a long breath and walked to the corner where Old Zhou's residual soul was standing, trying not to look around. I took out the soul-capturing talisman from my pocket and placed it about two meters away from Old Zhou's residual soul. I began to make hand seals, using a thread of my soul power as a "light source" to guide the soul, and softly called Old Zhou's name, "Zhou Zheng, Zhou Zheng."

The scene was a bit eerie. If a stranger came in and saw me standing in the morgue, calling someone's name, they would probably be terrified. I thought about it and realized it was hard to explain.

Fortunately, I was Old Zhou's close friend, and my voice wouldn't be rejected by his residual soul. In my call, he would subconsciously feel a sense of reliance and naturally move closer.

To Old Zhou's residual soul, the "light source" created by my soul was like the brightest point in a dark room, and he naturally followed it.

So, the process of capturing Old Zhou's residual soul went smoothly. Soon, a light breeze rose, and Old Zhou's residual soul was captured in the soul-capturing talisman. I let out a light breath, carefully folded the yellow talismans, and put them in my pocket. My main goal for coming here was achieved.

All that was left was to dismantle the array, and I could leave this suffocating building.

Thinking this, I felt much lighter and turned to leave the basement that made me feel scared. Suddenly, I remembered that the freezer in the basement was open. I didn't know if that strange person had left any traces, but I had definitely left some. If someone came the next day and saw the freezer open, and the medical school got angry and decided to investigate, what if they found out it was me?

Wouldn't that make me look like someone with a special fetish for corpses? Besides, the people were already dead; it wasn't right to leave their bodies exposed. So, I stopped, turned, and went to close the freezer.

It was my fate to have this moment. As I closed the freezer, I inevitably saw two corpses.

At that moment, I couldn't help but draw in a cold breath, and my whole body stiffened, losing the ability to think.

Another corpse was damaged in a way I couldn't describe. Perhaps I knew how to describe it, but I didn't want to, as describing it once felt like self-torture. The other corpse, lying next to it, had wounds that were completely white. I didn't have medical knowledge, but I could tell that these wounds weren't caused today.

This must have been the damaged corpse that Old Zhou saw. My stomach started to churn. Strangely, even though it was a terrifying sight, I felt a sense of sorrow at that moment.

This feeling lasted less than a second, and everything returned to normal. I slammed the freezer shut, and my heart began to race. As a cultivator, I knew what had happened. The two female corpses must have had grievances, and they were crying and praying.

I couldn't describe my feelings. The fear that made my scalp tingle was gone, and what remained was a sense of sorrow I couldn't explain.

I quickly left the suffocating basement. I knew I had to wake Old Zhou immediately because the hospital would definitely discover this the next day, and I needed Old Zhou to help me come up with a plan.

As for the female corpses, I couldn't forget the sorrow in their eyes at that moment. Perhaps no one, after death, would want their body to be desecrated.

After dealing with all the trivial matters, I drove back to Old Zhou's house at a crazy speed, venting my negative emotions. I had retrieved his residual soul, and it was time for him to recover quickly.

However, when I returned to Old Zhou's house, I had just washed my hands and had a drink of water before starting the real work when I heard a knock on the door.

I felt a tightening in my chest and rushed over to open the door, shouting, "Why is it you? What are you doing out at this hour of the night?"