How could a mere cat be so extraordinary that none of the gods could see through him?
Ke Meng patted the cat, thinking, If I stopped feeding him one day, would he die?
Ke Meng often tucked Big-Faced Cat into the Storage Scarf. Occasionally, he might genuinely forget to feed him, but Tangyuan fed Big-Faced Cat on a regular schedule inside the scarf.
This was an order Ke Meng had given Tangyuan, and it made sensible use of the Storage Scarf's layout. Its internal spaces were interconnected, allowing living creatures to move around freely.
Early on, the Storage Scarf had suffered from gaps between its spaces, but Ke Meng had patched them all with special items midway through his journey. There were no gaps left.
Now, looking at Big-Faced Cat, whose thoughts had stopped, Ke Meng wanted to test what would happen if the cat went unfed.
"No, I should question the villagers of Cat-Faced People Village." Ke Meng thought of the villagers.
Surely there had been times when the villagers had forgotten to feed him?
Ke Meng was not quite sure. He turned, and in an instant, he was gone, racing through the Void.
In less than two minutes, Ke Meng tore open the Void and arrived at Cat-Faced People New Village.
After being strengthened, the Cat-Faced People were already over level eight hundred and lived in comfort.
Cthulhu had withdrawn the Cthulhu Cult's faith, which naturally included the marks on the wild monsters.
Now, a gloomy atmosphere hung over Cat-Faced People Mountain Village. Everyone was listless, sitting on the ground and howling as they pounded their own chests.
"Ah, great god Cthulhu, why have you abandoned us!"
Tears brimmed in the wild monsters' eyes. They were in tremendous pain.
Losing one's faith was indeed painful, but Ke Meng