I couldn't see anyone, but a gut feeling told me someone was looking down at the cat on the ground.
That thing could hardly even be called a cat anymore. Its still-developing body looked like a monster. What made it especially disturbing was that it was still breathing; I could see its body rise and fall with each breath.
After waiting a moment, I saw the kitchen door move slightly, as if someone had walked into the kitchen and bumped against it.
I knew Wang Teng was definitely alive. I'd also seen plenty of vicious, terrifying ghosts. But seeing this bizarre scene in an empty room that still held a faint trace of blood made my heartbeat go erratic.
It wasn't fear, but something more subtle.
I couldn't figure out what Ye Qing was trying to tell me. That the monster involved in the cat-abuse case they'd handled had run into Wang Teng's family?
That the spirit of that strange stray cat was here?
Was it being controlled by that black cat Ghost King? Could the Ghost King not only confuse people's minds, but control cats as well?
I looked around, but still couldn't see any sign of the black cat.
I was in spirit form now. If it was here, it could attack me whenever it wanted.
Was it really absent, or was this simply the wrong moment?
I kept myself on edge, bracing for a possible attack. If I stayed that tense, I was bound to let my guard down eventually.
A noise came from the pile of odds and ends in the kitchen. Plastic rustled, then something fell to the floor.
The sound startled me, and I tensed up even more.
Wang Teng, though invisible, was looking for something.
The noise stopped.
I thought I saw a