Hearing that the wound would not heal until tomorrow morning, the fat cat's eyes visibly lit up.
Zheng Qing shot it a wary glance.
Xiao Xiao noticed the fat cat's restless eagerness as well. He used his Quill Pen to lift the dangling end of the bandage and examined it curiously. "This bandage of yours doesn't look like any ordinary item either..."
Zheng Qing clicked his tongue and wrapped the white bandage back around his arm.
The scent that lured cats vanished without a trace. The fat cat's expression visibly fell. Unwilling to give up, it rose onto its hind legs and tried to claw the bandage open. But the instant its paw touched the cloth, an uncontrollable look of disgust appeared on its face, and it sprang away as though shocked by electricity.
"Just like that."
Zheng Qing nodded in satisfaction and pointed at the fat cat, which was still rubbing its paw against the ground. "I don't know what magic was added to this bandage either. Thomas told me it came from a family that specialized in making burial wrappings for Egyptian Pharaohs. To preserve those Pharaohs' bodies, Egyptian wizards supposedly devised quite a few ingenious spells. But I suspect he was bragging. At most, this bandage used some of the principles of burial cloth in its making. Still, it really can conceal the scent leaking from flesh and blood, ease pain, remove curses, and drive away anyone approaching with ill intent... If it weren't for this bandage, I definitely wouldn't have made it back safely."
Roar!
The fat cat shook its paw and let out an indignant roar from nearby.
Unfortunately, none of the three young wizards paid attention to its anger, including Fatty Xin.
Compared with the fat cat's howls, the Fat Wizard was more concerned