The puppeteer said nothing. He stared at Woody with wide eyes, and in a trance he seemed to be wondering if he was still dreaming.

"I read the book 'Analysis of the Application of Puppet Transformation' several times, but I only solved the problem of the ball cats' movement and speaking. I still can't change their appearance." Woody thought the puppet master was disgusted with him, and explained in a low voice, "The ball cats look exactly the same as when I first transformed them four days ago."

Puppet Master: “…”

So this cat was able to change its fur into a cat shape four days ago? !

He took a deep breath, and when he realized that Wardy might be a super genius in the field of puppetry, he couldn't help but feel the urge to accept him as his disciple.

Let's not talk about the thousand years he spent living in the mortal world, let's just talk about the glorious days in hell. Many demons lined up to ask him to teach them puppetry, but the puppeteer never gave in. Unexpectedly, after he had already laid down and given up, he met the most potential stock who was most suitable for learning puppetry.

Unfortunately, it was a cat that absorbed the fragments of the Cat God. He thought with regret that even if Wodi was an ordinary cat, he would be willing to raise Wodi as an apprentice. But in this situation, if he intercepted it halfway, the swordsman would probably fight him to the death.

"You did quite well," he tried to keep his tone calm and waved his hand casually, "To be able to achieve this in four days is already better than many people."

The puppet standing behind him: "But——"

"No buts, don't talk," the puppeteer quickly stopped the puppet, "Hey, Woody, try it again."

...

...

Satan, if this cat knew that his learning progress was many times faster than his own, how could he maintain his mysterious and elegant demeanor as a senior!

Besides, what if last time it was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and it won’t be a cat this time?

Woody nodded, concentrated his energy, plucked a handful of cat hair, and scattered it forward.

He was no longer nervous and was thinking about performing well in order to get the puppeteer's careful teaching. The ball cat he transformed was even rounder and cuter than last time. Even the hair on the tail was clearly visible, and the beautiful leopard print swayed, and the cat meowed in unison like a Yellow River ensemble.

The puppeteer was silent for a moment, then he picked up a cat ball and placed it in his palm to examine it carefully.

Seeing that he was observing carefully, Woody thought he was helping him find the problem, so he happily squatted beside him and waited, tilting his head to look at Ball Cat with him: "Do you think there is something wrong with my transformation?"

Without immediately answering Wodie's doubt, the puppeteer put down the cats in his hand and waited for a moment. They were still meowing happily. He frowned slightly and glanced at Wodie out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that Wodie was still full of energy and had no mental overdraft at all, he was slightly shocked.

Could it be that the Cat God fragments can also enhance mental strength?

"You haven't mastered Transfiguration well enough," the puppeteer didn't mind teaching him a few more things. "Instead of continuing to pull out the hair, you can try Transfiguration on other objects. Hmm, I have a book on Transfiguration here. You can take a look."

Although the puppeteer's words sounded perfunctory, Woody still happily took the thick book.

For him, the most important thing now is to enhance his strength. No matter what the sword master is thinking or whether the puppeteer is teaching him sincerely, as long as he has truly learned something, there is no point in worrying about other things.

He did not hide his thoughts, and the puppeteer naturally saw it clearly. He sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but feel sorry again that such a good seedling had to be involved in such a treacherous situation. If he had known Wodie earlier, he would definitely let him give up the fragments of the Cat God and work hard to become the next generation of talented puppeteer under him.

The puppeteer stopped thinking about it and waved his hand lazily, ready to send Woody away: "That's it, I have something else to do, you go back--"

Before he finished speaking, a hurricane suddenly blew up around him.

The eyes that were drowsy just now suddenly became sharp and intimidating. The puppeteer raised his hand and forcibly controlled and compressed the hurricane into his palm.

The swordsman's voice came out from the hurricane, faint and with a faint gasp, like the Ring.

"The Biluo organization is under attack. Let Vodie get ready. I will pick him up and take him back to the base in two minutes."

Woody was shocked.

It's not because they have to go back to the base to fight, but the Twenty-Eight Mansions' operation should be carried out in secret this time, suppressing the base with thundering force, which would allow the swordsman to handle it with ease and even have two minutes to pick him up, which means that the operation had failed from the very beginning.

The puppeteer yawned, acting as if the Biluo Organization had nothing to do with him. He did not mention whether he would go to help. After the swordsman finished transmitting the message, he urged Wodi to leave quickly: "Go back to the study and pack your things. Once you're done, just leave. Don't let the swordsman disturb my sweet dreams."

Woody nodded and turned away, quickly poking at the cat toy in his mind once he was out of the puppeteer's sight.

"What's the situation outside now?" he asked anxiously, "Is everyone okay?"

[…It should be fine.]

The cat toy was silent for a moment, and gave an ambiguous answer.

[The raid was considered a success? It was not until the Twenty-Eight Mansions broke into the space cracks and captured many people that the Biluo Organization realized that their defenses had been breached. Now the swordsman is fighting with Director Luo. She said she was coming to pick you up. I guess she wanted to trap Director Luo before moving out.]

The hell creatures who have practiced for thousands of years naturally have more tricky and complicated methods and weapons than a "young man" like Luo Ju who is less than fifty years old. Although Luo Bozi is better from the perspective of supernatural powers, he is still at a disadvantage when fighting.

"Isn't this good?" Woody breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm relieved that everything went well with the plan."

[It’s not like there weren’t any problems.]

The cat toy paused for a moment, covered its face and whimpered.

[Before the Twenty-Eight Mansions entered the space gap, they captured an unexpected hostage.]

Woody listened curiously: "Hostage? Who is so unlucky that he ran into the muzzle of the gun when all the members of the Twenty-Eight Mansions were dispatched."

[……]

The cat toy was strangely silent, and after a while, it uttered a name with difficulty.

[Bo-oh.]

Woody: “Huh?!”

I am the unlucky one?!

The cat toy held up the phantom white handkerchief and blew its nose loudly.

When it comes down to it, this matter was indeed Yun Jian's own negligence.

At the beginning, Wodi took the opportunity of completing a mission to leave the base of the Biluo organization. On the way back, he deliberately observed the method of breaking through the time rift. Combined with the internal information of the Biluo organization, he quietly tampered with the transmission device and found a place that was connected to the space rift.

But every time Wodi left the base and returned to Sufang City, he would always go to the street near the cat cafe to say hello to the stray cats and give them a few packs of cat food. If time permitted, he would quietly change into a human form and go into the cat cafe to feed the ragdoll cats a box of delicious imported canned cat food. Therefore, when planning his route, he unconsciously used the road he had walked, which was the one that would pass by the cat cafe.

Li Hua, who was fully prepared for the battle, transferred the mental power of the Ragdoll Cat and the Daju Cat to himself, leaving only a small amount of weak mental power in their shells that could cope with daily eating and sleeping. The Ragdoll Cat, whose thinking ability was much slower than usual, did not consider his own identity at all, and lazily lay by the glass to bask in the sun.

"At the time, I thought that there were so many cats in the cat cafe, no one would focus on just one cat," Li Hua later retorted in frustration, "To be honest, who would have thought that Yuan Zhao could recognize a ragdoll cat!"

Even though they had lived together day and night in the Cat God Sect, and even though Yuan Zhao had once raised seven cats, how he had recognized Bu Ou at a glance from a group of identical ragdoll cats was still a mystery to Yun Jian.

The moment he was pointed out by Yuan Zhao, Li Hua felt something was wrong. This thought was transmitted to the ragdoll cat at the same time, but his mental power had not yet been transmitted, causing the not-so-smart ragdoll cat to suddenly open its eyes, jump up and run out in panic, which just proved the saying that a thief is guilty before his eyes, and made the Twenty-Eight Constellations who were still hesitating rush forward to hunt him down.

If the cat being chased was Lihua or Wodi, even if Luo Bozi was still there, it might be possible to escape. But how could the little crispy ragdoll cat withstand this? Before the Twenty-Eight Constellations could catch up, his left foot tripped over his right foot and he fell heavily. He rolled off the table and his head hit the glass with a loud bang.

The Ragdoll Cat stretched out his short legs and pretended to faint.

He couldn't escape, so he might as well surrender. After all, the Twenty-Eight Mansions were not a superpower organization. At most, they would put him in prison and eat prison food. Maybe they could even ask Li Hua to send him some fresh cat food.

The twenty-eight constellations were on high alert: "..."

They looked at each other in bewilderment, and for a moment no one dared to move, fearing that this was another trap set by the famous Bu Ou.

Li Hua waited for a moment and was about to go up to save himself when he saw Yuan Zhao rushing out from the Beigong team. He carefully hugged the ragdoll cat, gently lifted his head, rubbed his ears, and checked his breath.

Luo Bozi walked to his side, in a calm protective posture. If Bu Ou suddenly attacked and hurt someone, he would be able to save Yuan Zhao's life in the first place: "Are you sure this is Bu Ou?"

"Of course I am. I have never misjudged a cat before. Besides, the shape of Bo'ou's tail is very special." Yuan Zhao nodded firmly, paused, and then hesitated to plead for him. "He looks weak and powerless, and the energy fluctuations in his body are very weak. Maybe he is seriously injured. Can you--"

"I'll take him back to headquarters first," Luo Bozi nodded, took the ragdoll cat, and disappeared instantly, leaving only a long echo. "Wait for me for half a minute. In case anything goes wrong, we have to seal him up before we return to headquarters."

Li Hua, who was standing in the team, rubbed his nose with his fingers and gave a helpless smile.

After listening to Cat Toy's brief account of the entire process, Woody didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What is this? I'm digging my own grave?"

[I think we can put the blame on Yuan Zhao.]

Cat toys quietly hold grudges.

[Next time, let Daju go to Yuanzhao to comb his fur. He won’t let him go until his fur is smooth and shiny!]

Remember what a cat's tail looks like, what a perverted meow!

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