Chapter 64

Seeing Pei Ye immediately understood that it had transferred its soul into this body.

"How are you... now?"

"Not very good, very tired." The black cat was listless, and its drooping eyes revealed dissatisfaction at being disturbed.

"Oh." Seeing Pei Ye felt a bit apologetic, put it back down, and patted it gently, "Then continue resting."

The black cat gave him a listless look, buried its head between its two forearms, and closed its eyes.

Ming Qitian, Sister Xing Zhi, and Chang Zhiyuan walked over at this time and sat down around the stone table.

The black cat flipped up in a start.

Several people looked at it.

It stared straight at Ming Qitian, tilted its head slightly, and then walked over with elegant, quiet steps. It walked to Ming Qitian, crouched down, its soft tail swaying gently, its emerald eyes clear and beautiful.

Ming Qitian extended a finger and gently scratched its chin.

"Meow~~"

Seeing Pei Ye: "?"

Then it leaped gently onto Ming Qitian's arm. Ming Qitian was somewhat surprised, looked up at Seeing Pei Ye, and took the opportunity to place it on her lap, stroking it gently.

"Meow~~"

"..." Seeing Pei Ye could not be bothered to pay attention to it. He also sat on a stone stool and turned to Sister Xing Zhi: "Magistrate Xing, how are Brother Shang and the others?"

"At that time, we had already left a certain distance, and relatively speaking, they did not have such a great attraction... hopefully they can return smoothly."

"Hmm."

After a quiet moment, Seeing Pei Ye said: "Do you think It will chase after us—Magistrate Xing, Magistrate Xing?"

"Hmm? Oh, that depends on what Its goal is." Sister Xing Zhi withdrew her distracted gaze and said, "You have spent more time with It; what do you think?"

"... I don't know either."

"I am trying to know," the black cat said suddenly.

Several people already knew it was extraordinary; only Chang Zhiyuan was given a real fright: "It... it..."

"It's fine, Magistrate Chang. Remember the Divine Chi that entered dreams I mentioned at the time? This is it."

Chang Zhiyuan was dumbfounded. It took a long while for him to accept this information, and then he said somewhat awkwardly: "The food I gave it these two days... was not very good."

"It's fine, it doesn't eat food."

Only then did Chang Zhiyuan unconsciously stroke his beard and nod slowly: "What exactly happened these past few days? We received a report from the villagers of Bai Zhu Village saying that the demon tiger ate Magistrate Jing."

"Yes."

At this time, Sister Xing Zhi said: "Magistrate Chang and Young Hero Pei can talk first. I have recovered somewhat now, so I will go heal my wounds first—Sword Master Ming, please."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Watching the two leave, Seeing Pei Ye turned his head and slowly recounted the journey through the Xincang Mountain Range to Chang Zhiyuan. By the time Seeing Pei Ye finished speaking, the two had also finished healing.

In the following time, several people rested well, especially Seeing Pei Ye and Sister Xing Zhi; the fatigue of these past few days was hard to describe.

The Qiongqi never chased after them, and what was gratifying was that after the sky brightened, Shang Lang and his group returned.

Only, Shang Lang's expression was somewhat worried.

"I saw a rabbit turn into blue water," he said.

The Qiongqi's pair of golden eyes watched Seeing Pei Ye and the three disappear.

At this time, the consciousness belonging to the Qiongqi had been completely swallowed—after all, it did not have a Black Chi to construct defenses for it.

Its wings retracted and it fell to the ground.

If the parasitized one were still Seeing Pei Ye, he would certainly be able to feel that after devouring the Qiongqi and the purple-robed figure, more authority had been liberated.

In the mountain forest, morning birds began to leave their nests; all around were the sounds of insects and hissing snakes. When the intense battle stopped, one would discover that this was not a scene specifically for people to fight, but a place where various creatures had lived, multiplied, and killed for generations.

The sounds of ten thousand spirits entered his ears.

Starting from its claws, the Qiongqi's body began to split—or rather, "shatter" would be more appropriate—it turned into countless faint blue, incomparably tiny particles, flowing onto the ground like sand.

Some were as large as knuckles, some as small as mung beans, and even smaller ones were like grains of cereal or even fine hairs.

The Mystic Qi turned into wind, and these tiny tissues were lifted into the high sky as a whole, then flew out in all directions; the entire jungle seemed to be experiencing a fine blue rain.

Within the range covered by this fine rain, a worker ant was carrying a piece of residue, crawling toward the anthill.

There were many ants like it before and after, lined up in a long row, each carrying a piece of food.

Quite far ahead—after passing dozens of blades of grass, going around three puddles, and finally climbing over a giant rock—a huge corpse had been discovered, which required hundreds of worker ants to lift.

They had lifted it a distance toward the anthill, but it was truly too large to pass through the gap between the giant rock and the puddle. After a dozen companions drifted away, they decided to dismantle it right there and carry it back to the anthill piece by piece.

At this time, a thin object, shorter than its own body, drifted down in front.

In its vision, there was no color, but in terms of taste... it should not have liked this taste before, but now it was uncontrollably attracted to it.

This slender object was still swaying slightly, like a thread.

Movement meant life, and life meant food.

This was the correct logic engraved in its genes for millions of years, not to mention that it rarely saw things smaller than itself that could move.

Its antennae swayed as it crawled over. As soon as it touched this object, this "thread" suddenly hugged toward it.

It felt its field of vision rising, and the piece of food it was carrying suddenly became much lighter. After turning around twice and failing to find that "thread," it crawled back into the queue and followed the team into the anthill.

Crawling to the familiar storage room to put down the residue, its companions continued to line up to go back and transport more, but it suddenly smelled a "tastier" scent.

Leaving the queue, it crawled alone into the deeper parts, waving its antennae in the darkness to capture that wisp of scent.

Finally, it arrived at a cave chamber; this was a place it had never been before.

It touched antennae with a soldier ant—it discovered that these soldier ants seemed to have become smaller—and after exchanging scents, it entered.

Here, it was all the sound of scratching; those winged companions were walking back and forth, feeding food to many, many mouths.

It should not have had memories, but at this time, it seemed to remember—it and many companions seemed to have gone out from here.

It crawled over, and a white, plump larva opened its mouth, waiting for food.

It opened a larger mouth and bit it in half.

It did not know how much time had passed; it came out from inside and felt the entrance had become narrow.

At the same time, these companions at the entrance, who were always very heroic, seemed to have become delicious as well, so it ate them too and continued to walk toward the depths.

A frog crouched in the grass.

It saw a huge ant "flow" out of the anthill. It also could not distinguish colors and had never seen such a thing before.

But it did not matter; movement meant life, and life meant food.

This was the correct logic engraved in its genes for millions of years.

It extended its tongue and swallowed this large ant, then was startled and turned to jump back into the pond.

Because the grass was swaying, a rather large disturbance was rapidly approaching.

It was close; it turned out to be a rabbit with blue patterns growing on its skin.

Where it passed, the grass was also stained faint blue.