Mr. Porridge floated down from upstairs unhappily.
Xi Ning was furious: "Hurry up, haven't you seen your kind suffering? Even if you are dead, you were still a living cat. Don't forget your original intention."
When Death heard this, he almost laughed.
Xining rolled his eyes at Death, and porridge lazily meowed at the cat in the box a few times. After watching the cat's reaction, he nodded to Xining.
The god of death stretched his hand to the side, and a black scythe appeared in his hand.
If you hadn't seen the God of War and the Goddess of Hunting wearing armor, you would have been surprised how they could conjure such huge scythes. But thousands of years ago, even tens of thousands of years ago, the gods had this kind of dark technology that is surprising to everyone today.
With a shake of Death's hand, the scythe turned into a small scythe. He squatted down and gently touched the small scythe, which was only the size of an ordinary scythe. Compared to the two-meter-long arrogant scythe, it was a mini version. The top of the dying kitten's head.
A wisp of soul emerged from the kitten's head. The soul was very fragile and faint, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time. Death pinched the soul's neck like a living cat and looked at the porridge.
Porridge made no sound.
Creatures who were slaughtered will have resentment. If there is too much resentment, an evil spirit will form, which will follow the perpetrator, constantly absorbing the resentment of the animals that are tortured and killed, feeding on the resentment, and finally becoming stronger. When it reaches a certain level, the perpetrator will continue to have bad luck. Even if the evil spirit created by the perpetrator prevents the evil spirit from taking revenge, the perpetrator will still see the injustice he has done when he dies.
Porridge is an evil spirit. It has absorbed the grievances of hundreds of cats.
He made an agreement with Porridge. If the cat voluntarily turns into an evil spirit, Porridge will bark. If it doesn’t want to, and the cat has no resentment, it won’t meow.
It seems that the cat accidentally crossed the road and was hit by a car. Unlike the previous ones, which were intentional, cats have resentment and are willing to use the few remaining lives to get rid of pain as soon as possible, turn into evil spirits, and begin to pester the humans who have harmed them.
Death let go of his hand: "Go."
The cat floated in the air and waved at them like a lucky cat. Then, instead of floating away, it flew towards the cattery.
"Meow, meow~" a cat meowed over there.
By the way, there is a female cat that is about to give birth. Could it be that she has been reincarnated?
Xining ran over quickly, and sure enough, it was this cat that was calling.
He rolled his eyes and shouted to the back: "Porridge, watch here, call me if you need anything."
There are all stray cats here. When this cat came here with a big belly, there were two three-month-old kittens nearby. The kittens had already been adopted. So this cat has birth experience and needs someone to watch over it.
Porridge cried out feebly. What attitude? !
As she walked in, the God of Death called out to her: "Xining."
"Huh? Aha~" She yawned and wanted to go back to her beauty sleep.
The God of Death reminds: "Porridge works without pay."
Xining looked at him like this: "Can I get paid for the work I just did?" You use all your vitality as performance. Have you ever received any benefits?
The God of Death said seriously and sincerely: "I also want to give you some, but you also know that these cats are coming to the end of their lifespan and don't have much vitality. I still have to pay the electricity bill and various expenses. I have to go out to work. Spend effort..."
"Okay! Stop talking." Xining made a movement to stop her. She was interrupted and felt very unhappy. He even talked to her about money. Is it great to be poor? "Just treat me as a philanthropist and give it to you." Give it, otherwise you and Porridge will discuss it later.”
After saying that, she lifted up her silk nightgown and went upstairs with a bang.
Entering the bedroom, walked to the window and looked down. Porridge was still squatting in front of the cubicle of the expectant female cat. Under the dim street light, his little figure looked a little lonely, pitiful and helpless.
Although Porridge was not happy, he still listened to her words, and these things were all good things.
It's pitiful to think about Porridge's life experience. He encountered such a demon master at a young age and lost his life. It was a tragic death.
Xining opened the window a crack, waved his fingers gently, and a small amount of faith floated over and poured into Porridge's body.
Porridge, who was originally unable to cheer up and was so bored that he was lethargic, suddenly became excited and turned to look at the window.
Xining closed the window directly, turned off the lights after returning, and went to bed.
I woke up the next day, picked out an outfit and went downstairs. As soon as she reached the stairs, she heard the melodious music downstairs, which was her favorite music at this stage.
After walking down a few blocks, you can smell the fragrance.
Death was cooking with his sleeves rolled up, and he didn't know what to fry in the pan. Seeing her going downstairs, her nose twitched: "Are you awake? Sit down, you can eat right away."
Gods are different from mortals, they cannot die without eating. Eat one meal every night to satisfy your appetite, and the energy of the food can also slightly reduce the consumption of faith power.
I’ve never had breakfast before, so how come I’m making breakfast? What’s wrong with me today?
She sat down at the table in confusion, and the porridge came over. She held the plate in her mouth and looked very cute.
Staring at the rice porridge, he placed the dinner plate in front of her, then picked up another dinner plate and placed it opposite her, where the god of death had been. He actually didn't forget to take another one and put it down, squatting in front of the dinner plate.
Is this a place for tableware? Xining picked up the dinner plate placed in front of him and took a closer look with his nose and eyes. There was no saliva, cat hair or anything like that.
The God of Death was cooked, first the God and the Cat, two plates were brought over and placed on the plate in front of her and the porridge, and then he went to bring his own.
Plates are stacked on top of each other, making it look like a French meal. On top is a piece of pan-fried steak. Next to it was a loaf of bread, and some jam.
No coffee? Well, stop being picky and go clubbing by yourself after eating.
Xining cut a small piece and put it in his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up. Not only was the beef delicious, but it also contained spiritual energy that could increase strength.
She turned to the food next to her, picked up a piece of bread, used a knife to get some jam, spread it on it, and took a bite. Hmm, it was delicious. Extremely sweet, the jam should be applesauce.
While eating, Xining said: "The beef should be from the sacred cow. Whose cow did you steal? It must not belong to King Zhou and Apollo. Their cows cannot be eaten. This bread and applesauce should also be from the divine world." Bar?"
The porridge next to him was so full that he couldn't lift his head up. Although the God of Death didn't give it a whole piece of beef, he used the oil left over from frying the steak to stir-fry some minced meat for it.
The God of Death ate slowly: "It is a sacred cow, but it was not stolen. It was given to me by Pluto, and Pluto got it from the God of the Universe. This is Apollo's cow, and it was kicked by the kangaroo raised by Apollo. died."
"What?" Xining was stunned: "Kicked to death by a little guy?"
