Xinhao was very open today. A cat spoke human words and claimed to be an old man. No matter how many books Xinhao read, he didn't know that there was such a thing. He was mixed with curiosity and fear in his heart.

Although the cat lived for a long time, it seemed that its knowledge was quite narrow. Without listening to Xinhao's dissuasion, he walked towards Xinhao on his body. As a result, all the people lie down and gradually surrounded Xinhao and the cat.

The cat was naturally too lazy to move, so he called Xinhao to solve the problem. Xinhao stood up, and Tang Dao waved, and walked towards several corpses. The cat felt that Xinhao's aura changed instantly, and a cold air came out. When the cat looked at Xinhao again, his eyes changed.

Xinhao naturally didn't know the changes in his body. He took a few steps forward and stood down, protecting the black cat behind him.

Several corpses seemed to feel Xin Hao's breath and rushed towards Xin Hao. Xin Hao slashed it with a knife and first removed the fastest-running corpse.

Then, Xin Hao swept forward with a knife, and several corpses separated and fell to the ground.

"It's not bad, it's worthy of being a white-clothed apprentice, and it's very good at it." The black cat ran to Xinhao, glanced at the corpse that had been dealt with by Xinhao, and nodded in admiration.

Xinhao had no expression on his face, squatted down and put one hand on the black cat. The black cat's body shivered. Xinhao looked at it and touched it, but his palm was as harsh as the ice in the cold winter.

"What's wrong?" Xin Hao opened the black cat's back in his hand, stretched out one hand, trying to touch it with another, but he forgot that he was holding a Tang sword in his hand, and the sword hit the black cat's neck.

"I won't let you play like this. Let's loosen the knife. Let's talk carefully. Don't use the knife at any time. I admit that it was wrong for me to mock you just now, but you won't use the knife at me." The black cat dared not move, for fear that the knife would make a hole for himself.

"Oh, I'll forget if you didn't say it. Who said I wasn't good?" Xin Hao smiled, and the force on his hand became a little heavier.

"Can we stop making trouble? Let's talk about it if you have something to do?" Heimao regretted it now. What did he do just now? What did he run to the front to do...

"Haha, look at you so scared, old man, are you okay?" Xinhao pulled Tang Dao back and put it aside, trying to pick up the black cat. The black cat looked at Xinhao's hand and rushed to the side with a meow. He landed on the ground, turned his head, and looked at Xinhao with a very fearful look.

"Hey, why are you running away? I put down my knife. It seems that there is nothing on my body..." Xin Hao said halfway, suddenly remembering something, reaching out to touch it back, pulling out the two daggers. Xin Hao looked at the things in his hands and smiled. He was obviously smiling brightly, but in the eyes of the black cat, it was obviously like a fierce evil person smiling in front of him.

"Sorry." Xin Hao let go, and two daggers fell to the ground, making two crisp sounds, and the black cat shivered in fear.

Black Cat is indeed a spiritual pet who has lived for a long time and is not very capable. As for Xinhao to kill the corpse, to be honest, he is lazy, and he also wants to try out how strong Xinhao is.

As for why he looked down on Xinhao at first, but his attitude changed drastically, it was because of Xinhao's specialness. According to Black Cat, Xinhao's specialness has been seen before, and it is definitely much better than him.

After Xinhao threw away the dagger, he waved to the black cat: "Look, I have no weapons in my hands, including myself, so you should come here." Looking at Xinhao like that, it is really harmless.

The black cat thought about it and finally walked towards Xinhao. Xinhao took a few steps forward, picked up the black cat. At first, the black cat was a little resistant, but after being touched by Xinhao for a while, and Xinhao's palm was not so cold, the black cat stopped resisting. He stretched his waist in Xinhao's arms, yawned, and narrowed his eyes.

Xinhao looked at the cat and really didn't know what to say. A few minutes ago, he still looked down on himself. After smelling it, his attitude gradually changed. What is this? Is there such a spiritual pet?

Xinhao slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the black cat who was already asleep in his arms, and asked in his heart: What is this black cat? How could it be in such a place? What are those corpses? It cannot be as simple as a zombie deception. There must be something else in this building.

What's there? Xinhao put the black cat on the ground lightly and let the black cat take a nap. Then he walked to the front of his weapon, picked it up and put it back where they should be.

Only then did Xinhao have the time to carefully observe the situation of the morgue. Xinhao looked inside and out of the room, and finally saw a small hole in the corner not far from where the black cat appeared just now. If the black cat was placed in front of the entrance of the cave, the size of the black cat could just accommodate the black cat and crawl in. Xinhao pulled out a dagger and walked towards the hole. When passing by the corpses, Xinhao was afraid that something would happen again, so he left the corpse for a distance, and there was no way. Xinhao also jumped over with his ability.

Xinhao came to the front of the entrance of the cave, squatted down, stretched the dagger in, and after fiddling it in it for a few times, he found a small wooden sign from the cave. Although it was a bit old, the words on the sign were still clear, with only two words on it: Kowloon.

Xinhao was stunned when he saw these two. From ancient times to the present, except for the emperor who could call him Jiulong, there were probably few people who dared to say that his name was Jiulong. You should know that if the court knew about it, you would be charged with a crime of treason. This was a serious crime in the past.

Xinhao turned his head and looked at the black cat who was still sleeping on the ground, looked at the sign in his hand, thought for a while, put the wooden sign in his inner pocket, and planned to ask Baiyi what was going on in the future.

Xinhao put the dagger into the hole again, trying to see if he could make anything valuable, but unfortunately he was disappointed. It seemed that there was only a small wooden sign in the hole, and there was nothing else.

Xinhao stood up in disappointment and knocked on the wall near the hole with his hand, trying to see if there were any holes around him, but when he knocked, he found that there were holes everywhere around him. Xinhao became interested and took the dagger to dismantle the wall one by one. It took about half an hour. Xinhao took half of the wall and realized that there was another kind of brick in this world called hollow bricks.

Xinhao was so angry that he spent half an hour and didn't dig out any clues. Instead, he tried the sharpness of the dagger, but it seemed that some of it was useless...

"I didn't expect you to be so leisurely and help others tear down the walls. It felt so comfortable to sleep." The black cat woke up at some point, and walked towards Xinhao leisurely with a small step.

"Tell me, what are you? That hole should be where you hide. Tell me honestly who you are!" Xin Hao was holding his anger, turned around and picked up the black cat. The black cat was frightened. With a "meow", he grabbed Xin Hao's hands with two claws, leaving several blood marks on Xin Hao's hands.

Xinhao felt pain and let go of his hand. The black cat landed steadily on the ground, whistled at Xinhao a few times, and said, "Who am I, you kid, are not qualified to know yet. As for that hole, I was locked up. I just came out of it recently. Who brought me in? It's been so many years since I've forgotten who it is. If you kid have the chance to meet that person in the future, do me a little favor and kill him." When the black cat said the last sentence, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, okay, I try my best." Xinhao didn't take this to heart. How many people could live for thousands of years? Where can there be immortals in the world? Remember that in the Song Dynasty, Qiu Chuji, one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, was invited by Genghis Khan. He took two years and four months and traveled more than ten thousand miles to reach Genghis Khan's Snow Mountain Palace (now in Afghanistan). Later, Genghis Khan and Qiu Chuji discussed the truth three times. When talking about the way the immortals of gods were immortal, Qiu Chuji said to him, "There are no immortals in the world, but there are long-lived people. If they can practice quietly, they can live for more than a hundred years."

"Okay, with your words, I will feel relieved. There is nothing useful to you anymore. Let's go."

"Let's go, will you go?" Xinhao wondered, the black cat had already left the hole, why did he still refuse to leave? Is there anything else?

"I want to leave too, but the people who keep me are so powerful. I know I'm easy to run, so I specially chose this kind of place to keep me in. I also set up a formation in this room. Only I can't get out, and the others have no influence at all. Only on a specific day can I see the sun again. That day is not far away. Two years later, if we are still destined to be together, I will go to find you. Let's go. There is no benefit to staying here. You are not like me. You have been hungry for decades, and it is not bad for these two years." After that, the black cat walked towards the entrance of the cave with his head hanging down. Xinhao wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth a few times, he swallowed the words into his stomach.

Seeing the black cat crawling into the hole and never came out again, Xinhao knew it was impossible to call him out, and it was even more impossible to be hard. What if what he said was really true, but Xinhao still has not seen any traces of anyone setting up a formation. He just looked at the corpses on this ground and the liquid flowing out of the corpses, even if there were any, it would be covered.

Xinhao walked around the morgue for a few more times, but found nothing, so he had to leave the morgue slowly and get on the elevator. The moment Xinhao closed the elevator door, he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness. The feeling of an old friend who had been together for a long time suddenly leaving suddenly came to his sense of sudden departure.

Xinhao didn't know why he felt this way, so he patted his forehead: "Xinhao, Xinhao, now is not your sentimental place. There are other things you need to do, so come down beforehand." Xinhao took the dagger and took out the Tang Dao from the back. "Ding" the elevator door opened. Xinhao walked out, and naturally did not forget to bypass the corpse he had stabbed to death just now. Xinhao walked over, but was worried, so he turned around and slashed the corpse and separated the body with his head, and then he walked to the stairs leading to the second floor with confidence.

The stairs on the second floor happened to face the funeral home gate. Before going up the stairs, Xinhao turned his head and looked outside. It was very quiet. He could vaguely see a figure walking around. Looking at his figure, he should be back to Huayu. Xinhao did not shout back to Huayu, but stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor with confidence.
Chapter completed!