The cat's cry rang out abruptly, and the demon that looked like a stray dog froze at once, turning toward the source of the sound.
What an opportunity!
Zheng Qing's spirits lifted. With a flick of his fingers, he shook a silver Colt Python from the Gray Cloth Bag. Before the Dog Demon could react, he had already gripped the gun in both hands and fired a string of talisman bullets.
There were binding talismans, intimidation talismans, and talismans for confusion and weak legs.
The multicolored talisman bullets exploded in midair, swiftly suppressing the Dog Demon where it stood. Dark green vines trussed the Dog Demon up tightly, binding all four limbs and even securing its long muzzle; the weak-leg talisman left it utterly powerless, able only to collapse on the ground and whimper.
Only then did Zheng Qing find the chance to look toward where the cat's cry had come from.
Through the thin blue smoke, on an abandoned stone table at the edge of the clearing, the Yellow Flower Cat from Sanyou Bookstore lay there at ease, leisurely gnawing on a braised chicken leg before it.
"Meow~!" Sensing Zheng Qing's gaze, the Yellow Flower Cat gave another cheerful cry.
The corner of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched. For once, he did not inwardly mock the Yellow Flower Cat for seeming to act cute. Because with its second meow, the atmosphere that had nearly solidified all around them abruptly relaxed.
The biting cold wind began to blow, dead leaves began to drift, and the clattering glass windows began to rattle again.
From the open windows in the distance came the familiar background music of "Spring Festival Overture"; the roar and honking of traffic on the road outside the residential complex once again reached Zheng Qing's ears.
A swirl of cold