"Meow, I'm sleepy."
He stretched out his claws and pushed the book in front of him forward with force until the thick pages were hanging precariously on the edge of the table. He then reluctantly hooked his claws and pulled the book back. Woody squinted his eyes and yawned lazily.
Through the retelling of Cat Toy, he knew that the Twenty-Eight Mansions were preparing intensively for a raid on the Biluo Organization's stronghold. However, he was not with the Swordsman at the moment, and felt that he had little to do with the matter. Therefore, he simply made a list of things to pay attention to in the attack and the weaknesses of the various hall masters and elite teams of the Biluo Organization and gave it to Li Hua, then put the matter behind him and continued to read these obscure and large books.
During this period, the puppeteer never showed up once. He only conveyed the message "I'm very busy, you take care of yourself, and come to me if you have any problems" through the stone man. Even the restaurant where he ate with the puppet man was no longer open to Woody.
However, Woody was not very interested in the restaurant filled with metal food that could be looked at but not eaten. He devoted himself to puppetry, pulling fur to turn into a cat day and night. When he was hungry, he took some dried meat from his hiding space. When he was sleepy, he just found a mat to use as a cat bed to take a nap. After four days, he finally finished reading all the books that the puppeteer brought out.
However, there is still a huge gap between reading and mastering. Wodi rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling anxious: "The swordsman said that I could stay with the puppet master for ten days. What should I do now? Almost half of the time has passed, and I haven't even mastered a single spell!"
Moreover, compared with other spells, he has certain advantages in learning the art of pulling hair to transform into a cat - having used many aliases, he has long been adept at linking mental power and manipulating entities. The only two parts he needs to learn are the cat hair deformation and the solidification of superpowers - and yet he hasn't learned it yet, which is really wrong.
[Try it again and let’s find the problem together.]
Cat toys are also in a hurry.
Since it gained intelligence, it had only seen the Cat God learn new abilities, and that powerful god who was born with knowledge could understand even the most complex spells at a glance. With this as a reference, it naturally felt that it took Wodie too long to master the art of puppetry.
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Wodi nodded solemnly, stretched his claws to the top of his head, plucked out a small handful of cat hair again, closed his eyes slightly, concentrated all his senses on the tip of his claws, and scattered them forward.
The fine cat hair turned into round cat balls in the air, with fluffy cat ears erect, tails swinging behind them, and meowing in unison.
At first glance, they look quite realistic, but none of these cats have legs. They all rely on their own elasticity to jump on the ground, like small bouncy balls with beautiful leopard cat patterns.
"Why can't I grow legs?" Wodi was so worried that his ears drooped and stuck to his forehead. "It's no different from when I first started to transform a few days ago. It's still a ball!"
Cat Toys tried to figure it out for a long time but didn't find any problem and could only sigh helplessly.
[There is clearly no problem with the energy flow and the direction of the transformation. The transmission and control of mental power are also smooth. Why is this happening? Hmm, why don’t we go ask the puppeteer? He is a professional.]
"That makes sense. There's nothing to lose by asking," Woody agreed. "If the puppeteer says he's too busy and doesn't give me an answer, I'll just come back."
He did as he said. He withdrew his mental power, picked up the broom to clean up the hair scattered on the ground, ran to the door, pushed open the locked door, and looked out. The stone man was standing outside the door. His movements had not changed in the past few days. He was holding the small windmill given by Wodi in his hand and staring at the windmill in a daze.
The Wodi stood up, stretched his claws upwards to the stone man's thigh, patted it gently, and told it that he wanted to ask the puppeteer a question.
Probably because he had been instructed, Shitou Xiaoqi did not show a puzzled look this time. Instead, he shook his head and walked out.
The puppets in the castle had great authority. They did not need to go around like Wodi. They could directly control the houses and walls to change direction and position. So it took it only a few steps to reach the puppeteer's room.
It was still early in the morning. A certain cat had not slept all night, but the puppeteer was sleeping soundly. After Shitou Xiaoqi reported to him in a mumbling voice, he opened his eyes lazily, rubbed his flushed eyes with his fingertips, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.
After listening to Shitou Xiaoqi's report attentively, he suddenly smiled, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, and his tone was a little teasing: "Hey, little kitty finally can't stand it anymore?"
Perhaps the desire to watch the fun overcame his bad mood, or perhaps he was not very sleepy because he had slept too much in the past few days. The puppeteer did not go back to sleep. Instead, he threw back the quilt and got out of bed, changed his clothes, put on a veil, and leaned on the recliner, waiting comfortably for the doll to comb his hair and put on makeup.
"It's been four days, right?" He played with his slender fingers and smiled softly, "This cat is more persistent than I thought. It must be hard to pull out its fur all day long but get nothing. He actually managed to hold on until now before coming to me."
The puppet standing nearby thought hard and asked with a click, "Maybe the cat can succeed? He looks very smart."
"It took me three months to learn this technique. How can this cat learn it right away when he has no basics?" The puppeteer smiled and shook his head. "When he comes to me crying after making no progress, I can send him away with the excuse that he has no talent for puppetry. At most, I can give him a basic spell book and let him practice on his own."
The puppet couldn't understand: "Why did you let him come and disturb your sleep?"
"Just giving the sword master an explanation."
The puppeteer spoke nonchalantly, his long, dense eyelashes drooping, hiding the sudden waves in his eyes.
"The swordsman wants me to place my hope on a cat like she does. Haha - we have been in the human world for more than a thousand years. If there was hope, we would have had it long ago. Why wait until now? Even if her method might work, the tabby cat in the Twenty-Eight Mansions looks much smarter than this leopard cat."
The puppet nodded, not quite understanding.
In fact, it still didn't understand. If its puppeteer was really as disheartened as he said, why did he send the book on puppetry to the leopard cat instead of just sending a fake one to get it over with.
But seeing the puppeteer rubbing his temples with his fingers and looking extremely tired after saying a few words, it swallowed the question back into its wooden stomach and hurried forward to massage the puppeteer's shoulders.
"Call the little cat here," the puppeteer waved his hand and stroked his beautiful long curly hair, "It's time for this to come to an end."
Shitou Xiaoqi responded blankly.
Perhaps the materials used to make the puppet really do affect the puppet's IQ. Although the treasures and energy consumed when possessed by a spirit are the same, the puppet's thinking ability and reaction speed are far inferior to those of a puppet. When it hears the puppeteer's order, it takes a while to react before it can act.
The puppeteer was not in a hurry. He touched Shi Tou Xiao Qi's head lovingly. His eyes moved around the windmill in his hand twice and he smiled slightly.
Just for the windmill that the little cat gave Shitou Xiaoqi, maybe he could give him some special treatment, he thought, at least he could give him a life-saving prop. If the swordsman's plan failed and he wanted to kill the cat to silence him, the little cat would not be left to die without a burial place.
He was silently thinking about what to give as a consolation gift for Wodie's failed attempt at puppetry, when he saw the door open again and Shi Tou Xiao Qi led Wodie in.
Woody jumped up to the puppeteer, swung his tail, and saluted obediently: "Master, I'm sorry to bother you."
"I'm not your master," the puppeteer retorted subconsciously, blinked, coughed lightly, and asked knowingly, "Kitty, what do you want to do with me?"
Woody scratched his ears shyly. "I encountered a problem when I was learning the art of turning into a cat by pulling hair. I want to ask you for help."
If Zhang San or Mary Sue were there, they would definitely be shocked by the politeness of a lawless demon cat. He had more respect for the puppet master than for the sword master. After all, this person did teach him a lot, and at least for now, he had no utilitarian intentions towards him.
A little problem? The puppeteer snorted inwardly, thinking that this cat was really good at flattering himself. He actually used such a word to describe such a difficult puppet technique. However, he did not show it and still pretended to be kind: "What problem? Tell me and I will help you solve it?"
Woody nodded seriously.
He had no idea what the puppeteer was thinking. He thought the puppeteer was really going to help him, so he immediately plucked a handful of cat hair from his ear and was about to transform. He paused slightly and raised his head a little embarrassedly, fearing that the puppeteer would dislike his slow progress: "I'm not very skilled, so I can only transform a little bit."
Seeing that Woody was not lying, the puppeteer was slightly shocked. He straightened up a little and looked serious.
This cat only learned it for four days in total. In such a short time, even if it could only change the color of its fur a little, it proved that it has a great talent in this area.
Concentrating his strength on the tip of his claws, Woody threw it outward with force.
In an instant, all the cat hair turned into elastic cat balls, with a pair of cat ears erect, wagging their tails in unison, meowing and jumping clockwise.
Puppet Master: “…”
Wodi lowered his head sadly, feeling that he had lost face as a cat. He reflected bitterly: "My learning ability is too poor. I have read the whole book, but I still can't understand all the contents of transformation. The cats I transformed never grow into cat shapes, and I can't even control their body shape."
He felt a lot of psychological pressure to show off his skills in front of the puppeteer, and his performance was not outstanding, but just average. Even the leopard cat pattern on the cat ball was crooked, which made the already sad Wardie feel even more guilty.
Puppet Master: “…”
He opened his mouth and tried for a long time, but no words came out.
You call this poor learning ability?!
What about me who took me three months to master hair transformation? !
The author has something to say:
The whole chapter is actually about Leopard Cat (hands on hips), oh, I will try to write about the little raccoon cat that we have been working so hard to prepare for in the next chapter!
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