Li Zhiyuan looked up with curiosity and asked, "Uncle, these Corpse Demons were so powerful, but now they're nowhere to be seen. Who took them out?"
Uncle Qin replied, "They were all destroyed by the Righteous."
Li Zhiyuan silently withdrew his hand from Uncle Qin's palm and stopped walking.
Uncle Qin noticed this, halted, and turned to look at the boy.
But Li Zhiyuan didn't look at Uncle Qin; his gaze was fixed on the decaying, crippled black cat Uncle Qin held.
The black cat's eyes were a ghostly green, occasionally gleaming with a bloody light, filled with resentment.
"Xiao Yuan, why did you stop?"
Uncle Qin asked.
Li Zhiyuan noticed that as Uncle Qin spoke, the black cat's damaged lips moved slightly, too.
"Xiao Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
Uncle Qin bent down, looking at Li Zhiyuan, placing his right arm behind the boy as if to embrace and comfort him.
