novelraw Chapter 383: The Little Coffin Under the Disk (Extra - , Requesting Monthly Pass)
Chapter 383: The Little Coffin Under the Disk (Extra - , Requesting Monthly Pass)
It was only at this moment that Little Brother Cat clearly saw that the disk wasn’t a disk at all—it was a small coffin. However, this disk covered with runes was placed on top of the small coffin, covering only half of the center, and the small coffin was black, almost level with the ground, covered with golden runes just like the disk. If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t even notice it.And that cat spirit was stuffed into this coffin.
Next, one cat, two cats, three cats...
Little Brother Cat watched helplessly as each cat was killed by that black hand and then stuffed into that small coffin.
Soon, it was its turn.
"Meow..." No! It didn’t want this!
Little Brother Cat struggled desperately, but it couldn’t escape its fate. It was bound to that cross and had its neck clamped tightly by that black hand.
Breathing became difficult.
Consciousness became fuzzy.
No! It didn’t want to die!
It hadn’t found that woman with the rose fragrance yet, it didn’t want to die!
Something was draining its energy. It could clearly feel something flowing out of its body.
Then, it felt its body become light, as its soul left its body.
The first instinct of Little Brother Cat was—to run!
"It’s a spirit cat?" The man looked at the twin tails behind Little Brother Cat in surprise and maneuvered the black hand to grab this cat’s spirit.
But how could Little Brother Cat willingly be caught? It turned around and swiped a paw at that black hand.
And this swipe actually worked?!
The black hand was torn into several pieces.
The man was slightly annoyed and chanted another series of spells, and the black hand restored itself before reaching out to grab Little Brother Cat once more.
Little Brother Cat saw that it was about to escape onto the courtyard wall, wishing it could grow a few more legs to sprint away. It didn’t notice the group of shadows urging it to come back and not go forward.
"Bang—"
Little Brother Cat crashed into the barrier. The spiritual energy on the barrier electrified it, making it dizzy and unstable. It was then caught by the pursuing black hand and stuffed into that small coffin.
[No... Don’t!]
Little Brother Cat was harshly crammed inside.
The immense suction left it no chance to flee.
When it came to its senses, it found itself in a place so dark it couldn’t see its own hand, an empty void devoid of anything.
Faintly, it heard crying.
Turning its head, it saw in a dim glow a small frail body weeping pitiably, arousing a sense of compassion.
Little Brother Cat walked towards him with feline steps: [Why are you crying?]
The little boy lifted his head, his adorable apple-like face marked by a sadness and despair known only to adults.
Seeing him, Little Brother Cat remembered its little master, and although the male and female owners weren’t as endearing, that little master genuinely liked it. And it truly liked this little master. Aside from the woman with the rose fragrance, this little master was one of its favorite humans.
It extended its plump paw to touch the small hand he had on his knee, trying to comfort him. Just like that woman with the rose fragrance, who would soothe it by stroking its back and head.
[My dad is doing something bad!] cried the little boy, his eyes red, sobbing, [I don’t want this kind of dad, he wasn’t like this before...]
Little Brother Cat’s paw paused. Wait, the man outside is the little boy’s father?!
[My dad is a bad person. I don’t want this kind of dad!]
[Do you know what your dad is doing?] Little Brother Cat thought and asked.
[I do. He told me, he said he would save me, that I shouldn’t worry, that soon I’d wake up and could continue living with him...] The little boy looked up, eyes misty with sadness, [I know I’m already dead. I want to stay with dad, but I don’t want dad to do bad things anymore. Those kittens are so pitiful, I’ve always heard them crying, crying for their pain, crying that they hate dad...]
He pitifully asked Little Brother Cat what he could do. He wanted to stop dad, but he was always stuck in the coffin, unable to stop him.
[Do you really want to stop your dad?] Little Brother Cat asked him.
[Yes! I can’t let dad go on making mistakes. I want to tell him I’m already dead, but I’ll always stay with him, I won’t leave, and he shouldn’t worry.]
[I can help you, but you must pay a certain price!]
[What price? As long as it can stop my dad from making more mistakes, you can ask me to do anything.] The little boy looked hopeful. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NovєlFіre.net
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The man saw that even the spirit cat couldn’t escape the pursuit of the "Ghost Hand" and was stuffed into his son’s coffin. This suddenly gave him more hope for resurrecting his son.
Although he didn’t know why someone would give him such an item, as long as it could bring his son back to life, he would do anything. Besides, it’s not killing people, just cats.
In the city, there are so many stray cats. Living there is a waste, they might as well prolong his son’s life instead.
The man grabbed another cat, tied it to the cross, and prepared to summon the "Ghost Hand," when suddenly he heard a commotion from the small coffin below the disk, "knock knock knock," as if someone were knocking.
"Little Tong?" The man was stunned; his first thought was—could it be his son had been resurrected?
"Knock knock knock..."
No one answered from the small coffin, but the knocking sounds were very clear and followed a distinct rhythm.
"Little Tong? Is that you, Little Tong?"
"Dad... Dad?" The voice inside the coffin was hesitant.
Yet it was this voice that filled the man with joy, and he directly grabbed the disk on the coffin, wanting to lift it.
The Ghost Hand stopped him, rushing at him and knocking him away.
"What are you doing? Didn’t you hear my son calling for me? My son wants to come out..." The man was furious.
The Ghost Hand hovered above the disk, completely out of his control, directly killing the cat on the cross with a bite, but it didn’t stuff the cat’s spirit into the coffin; instead, it swallowed it whole.
The man was enraged: "What are you doing? That’s my son’s thing!"
The Ghost Hand ignored him completely, floating towards the remaining cat cages behind the man, biting off each cat consecutively, absorbing their spirits.
"You’re insane! That’s my son’s, my son’s, let it go... You’re not allowed to eat it, you’re not allowed!"
The man tried to stop the Ghost Hand, but it was totally beyond his control, forcefully swallowing all the cats in the cages.
The shadows in the courtyard, seeing it so frantic, were so terrified they scattered in all directions, not daring to go near it.
Once it emptied the cages of cats, it turned its target towards the fleeing shadows.
Those shadows were created by the man when he activated the courtyard’s "Cat Trapping Array," specially killing forty-nine cats in the most brutal way according to someone’s instruction, using their blood to drench the entire place, hanging their skins throughout the courtyard, thereby activating the array.
Thus, the Ghost Hand emerged.
When the Ghost Hand appeared once, he needed to first use a cat to "sacrifice to heaven," activating the array; then bind a cat onto the specially made "Cat Trapping Pillar" to have the Ghost Hand kill the cat, forcing out its spirit to prolong his son’s life.
That person had told him that as long as he killed 999 cats, his son would be resurrected.