ATPnovel Chapter 459 Luckily, there's a cat here.
Chapter 459 Luckily, there's a cat here.
Xia Ning reached out and wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's waist, then leaped onto the windowsill with him, before landing lightly in mid-air.
The moment their feet touched the ground, the two of them sprinted toward the west side of the temple.
At the same time, Song Yao pushed open the door, raised her hand to adjust her dark purple Taoist robe, and a strange power quietly flowed around her. In an instant, she transformed into a purple shadow and sped towards the direction of the Lonely Master's villa.
On the other side, in dormitory number fifty-six, the lights were dim.
Vassim had already changed into his black temple deacon uniform and was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.
On the empty bed opposite him, the tabby cat Miaomiao was lying lazily, its amber eyes half-closed and its tail swaying gently.
Its ears twitched slightly from time to time, picking up all the sounds inside and outside the dormitory.
Suddenly, Meow Meow's ears perked up, and its half-closed eyes snapped open.
Its sharp eyes gazed out the window, its nose twitched slightly twice, and it immediately got up from the bed, silently leaped onto the windowsill, and stared intently outside.
Outside the window, a jet-black bat hung silently upside down, its wings slightly folded—the very bat Lin Feng had sent to deliver the message. Meow Meow's expression softened slightly, and it turned to Vassim beside the bed, letting out a soft meow.
Upon hearing the meow, Vassim instantly opened his eyes, nimbly stood up from the bed, and walked slowly to the window, following the meow's gaze.
When he saw the bats hanging upside down on the windowsill, a knowing look flashed across his eyes.
He quickly turned around, picked up the honey that Lin Feng had left behind from the bedside table, hurried back to the window, gently pushed open a crack, and placed the honey on the windowsill:
"You've worked hard, here you go."
The bat let out a cheerful chirp, then gracefully landed, dipping its head into the honeydew cup to drink.
Wasim turned to look at the cat perched on the windowsill, reached out his hand, and spoke with a hint of ingratiation:
"Meow, we have to go now. You can't complain about me this time."
Meow Meow glanced at him, ignored his outstretched hand, and lightly leaped onto Vassim's shoulder.
Vassim paused for a moment, then chuckled and shrugged. He checked the patrol token in his pocket again, and after confirming that it was correct, he quickly walked out of the cell.
In the corridor, the eternal soul lamps glowed with a bluish-white light, their flames flickering gently, casting dappled light and shadows across the narrow passage.
Wasim walked briskly and soon arrived at dormitory number forty-eight.
He stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and gently knocked on the wooden door three times with his knuckles.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The volume wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.
A very slight rustling sound came from behind the door, and the next instant, with a soft "creak," the door was pulled open a crack from the inside.
A fair face was reflected in the glow of the eternal soul lamp; Evelyn had already changed into her black butler's uniform.
The belt was cinched tightly, outlining a slender waist.
Her blonde hair was tied up high in a neat ponytail, revealing her well-defined jawline and smooth neck.
He looked like a sword just drawn from its sheath—cold, sharp, and ready to strike.
She slipped out through the crack in the door and gently closed it behind her.
After exchanging a quick glance, the two hurried toward the archway at the end of the corridor.
The cat suddenly moved.
With a push from Wasim's shoulder, it launched itself precisely onto Evelyn's shoulder, its four claws firmly gripping her black robe.
Then he comfortably squinted his eyes, buried his head between Evelyn's neck and collar, rubbed against her, and made a satisfied "gurgling" sound.
Wasim's lips twitched slightly at first, then slowly widened into a complex smile—three parts embarrassment, three parts helplessness, and three parts sourness.
"Look at this little thing, it knows how to read people and act accordingly, definitely a lecherous cat."
Evelyn smiled and gently patted Meow Meow's head.
"People come to me because they think you smell too much of sweat, while I smell nice."
Wasim raised his hand to his forehead, looking utterly defeated by the two of them.
As they spoke, the two stepped out of the archway of the dormitory area, and their view suddenly opened up.
The two of them simultaneously quickened their pace and hurried towards the third-level terrace.
The clear moonlight shone down, casting a cool, silvery glow on the temple's buildings and stone steps.
Before long, the stone steps leading to the third terrace appeared ahead.
Suddenly, several semi-transparent figures slowly emerged from the deep shadows of the stone steps.
Their forms were ethereal, surrounded by a faint gray-white mist, and their eyes were empty and lifeless.
The moment he sensed Vassim and Evelyn's presence, a ghostly green flame suddenly ignited in his empty eyes, revealing a greedy and excited aura.
Most of these wandering spirits are people who died unexpectedly while cultivating in the temple in their early years. Because their obsessions have not been extinguished and they are nourished by the eerie energy of the forbidden area, they often wander out at night.
"It's a wandering spirit!" Vassim whispered, instinctively stepping in front of Evelyn.
He had no supernatural powers and could only rely on the strength of his physical body to cope, so he was inevitably a little nervous.
Evelyn tensed up, secretly gripping the dagger hidden in her sleeve, her eyes fixed on the approaching wandering spirits.
Just as the first ghost was about to pounce on Vassim, the meow that was perched on Evelyn's shoulder suddenly moved.
Its body tensed abruptly, a sharp, cold glint flashing in its amber eyes, and a dense, eerie power emanated from its body.
That was the unique pressure of eerie creatures, carrying the power to intimidate all low-level wandering spirits and evil spirits.
Immediately afterwards, Miaomiao let out a sharp meow, "Meow—"
This sound carried an extremely strong deterrent force. The wandering spirits that rushed over instantly froze in their tracks. Their originally excited, eerie green eyes were instantly replaced by fear. Then, they all turned around and desperately scurried into the nearest shadow.
In just a few breaths, the plateau returned to silence.
Meow Meow then withdrew its strange power, its fur gradually calmed down, and it rubbed its head against Evelyn's cheek, as if asking for praise.
Wasim breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness Meow Meow is here."
Evelyn gently patted Meow Meow's head and praised softly, "Such a small body, but so many skills! You're truly our little hero!"
Meow was very pleased, squinting its eyes and making a comfortable purring sound in its throat.
The two dared not linger for a moment, composed themselves, and quickly ascended the stone steps.
Just as they reached the third-floor platform, two figures dressed in black butler uniforms suddenly appeared in front of them.
The two men walked with measured steps and their auras were restrained, clearly indicating that they were proper deacons on patrol at the temple.
Wasim and Evelyn felt a sudden tightness in their chests, and their bodies instinctively tried to shrink into the shadows beside them.
The cat perched on Evelyn's shoulder suddenly raised its little paw and gently tugged at her hair.
Evelyn, with her keen intuition, instantly understood the cat's hint—
The more you try to dodge, the more suspicious you'll seem; only by walking openly and honestly will you avoid arousing suspicion!
Without revealing her thoughts, she subtly reached out and gently tugged at Ravasim's arm, lowering her voice and saying quickly, "Keep going."