In the dead of night, the streets of Shangjing were silent and deserted.
"Beware of fire, the night is dry!"
Only the night watchman's weary voice broke the silence.
Meow—
The eerie cry of a wild cat startled the night watchman awake.
At the end of the long street, a tall shadow appeared. The night watchman rubbed his eyes and followed the shadow, only to see a tall figure with disheveled hair dressed in burial robes, holding a black cat eating voraciously.
"Aahh—"
The night watchman turned pale with fright, his legs weakened at the desire to flee, yet he lacked the strength.
As if sensing his gaze, the shadow lifted its blood-red eyes to look over, eyes as odd as a cat's, with blood-red vertical pupils, extremely sinister.
"Ahh!"
Finally unable to hold back, the night watchman let out a scream and dashed away.
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