After walking down about three meters, I entered a secret room. It was dark and dark, without any windows, and the stench became stronger.

Feng Qingqing was so disgusted that she just held her breath. As a divine beast, there was no problem with not breathing.

Wen Qi couldn't stand it and held her breath, her pretty face wrinkled, "In this kind of environment, Yang Maojuan really won't faint when he commits a crime here?"

Wool curls? Feng Qingqing and Qingyi were both stunned for a moment before they realized that she was talking about the client upstairs. Not to mention, it was quite vivid.

"That person doesn't look normal. I guess his sense of smell is also different from that of ordinary people." Feng Qingqing said sarcastically, and her depressed mood improved a little.

For fear of dirtying her skirt, she did not step on the ground at all. Instead, she hovered about five centimeters above the ground, slowly floating forward, and finally stopped in front of an oil drum.

The first thing Wen Qi saw was the huge iron table in the middle of the secret room, and the knives, branding irons, braziers, and chains with iron hooks placed next to it...

She couldn't bear to look away. Just by looking at these things, all kinds of images began to emerge in her mind, which were unbearable to look at.

There was a simple faucet in the corner of the wall, with a few sacks thrown next to it.

Qingyi said: "This place was built very roughly, it has no load-bearing capacity and no decoration. Looking at the marks on the wall, it looks like it was dug out by itself."

Wen Qi found it a little unbelievable. "In order to vent his abnormal emotions, he dug a secret room underground? With such execution ability, why not do something else?"

"Wen Qi." Feng Qingqing's voice was a little nervous, "There is still a living thing in this bucket."

Wen Qi hurried over and carefully sensed the inside of the barrel. There was a dead silence, without any signs of life. She frowned slightly and was about to ask if Feng Qingqing had sensed it wrong, when suddenly there was a very slight fluctuation in the barrel.

Wen Qi's eyes lit up, and his soul power spread out. The corpse in the barrel was immediately lifted up and suspended in the air.

Feng Qingqing frowned when she saw this and took a few steps back.

None of the bodies in the barrel were intact; all were badly damaged, and many had their stomachs ripped open.

Wen Qi pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze. She turned her eyes and looked at a small black kitten.

The little black cat was thin, its fur was wet with blood and solidified into wisps, there was a burn on its right ear, and its eyes were bloody. The worst thing was its limbs, which had been completely broken off and twisted in different directions.

Wen Qi felt very distressed, injected a little soul power into the little black cat, turned around and walked out, "Send it to the hospital now, maybe it can be saved."

Feng Qingqing followed closely behind her, "I have phoenix blood."

Wen Qi kept walking, "It's useless. It's just an ordinary cat and can't withstand the power of phoenix blood."

After coming out of the small iron gate, the two got into the car directly.

Qingyi left a cleanup and then consciously returned to the bracelet.

While starting the car, Wen Qi sent a message to Fan Xiaoling, informing her of his whereabouts.

The car drove away, and Fan Xiaoling upstairs naturally heard it. She walked to the window and took a look, secretly praying in her heart that the kitten could survive.

Yangmaojuan also heard it and asked suspiciously: "They drove the car away, how can we order the tablet?"

Fan Xiaoling turned around and smiled, "Let's take a taxi. We can leave now."

Wool Curl put on his hat and followed her out the door reluctantly, "Where did they go? Did you accept two commissions at the same time?"

Fan Xiaoling: "No, they went out because of you. Don't worry, it won't delay anything."

Yangmaojuan didn't ask any more questions after hearing that.

On the other side, Wen Qi went to the nearest pet hospital and went directly to the emergency room, but the doctor frowned the moment he saw the little black cat, "It's dead."

The doctor took one look at her, put the kitten on the bed and examined it carefully, then asked, "Where did you pick it up?"

Wen Qi told the truth, "I saved it from a pervert who tortured cats."

The doctor's expression suddenly changed. "He was so cruel. Is he mentally ill? I thought the little guy had a car accident."

Wen Qi nodded, "He is indeed a pervert."

The doctor paused, his brows relaxed a little, "There is indeed a trace of heartbeat, we will do our best to treat it."

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

The doctor called for an assistant, gave the kitten an injection to keep it alive, then trimmed its hair and pushed it directly into the operating room.

The little black cat was seriously injured. The doctor tried every way to save its life, but its heart stopped beating during the operation. After the operation was completed with difficulty, the situation was still not optimistic.

The doctor was also very sorry. "It was injured too badly. I was shocked that it could make it through the entire operation. It can be seen that it has a strong desire to survive. But... the chances of it getting through the critical period are not high."

Wen Qi nodded in understanding, "Can I go take a look at it?"

The little black cat was placed in a comfortable cage, lying there motionless. There was still no sign of its belly rising or falling, and its vitality was not much stronger than before.

Wen Qi carefully touched its other healthy ear.

The little black cat probably felt that Wen Qi's scent was more familiar, so it tried its best to move its head and lift its nose upwards, as if it wanted to smell the scent of its benefactor, but it really didn't have the strength.

Wen Qi couldn't bear to watch. The black cat was only the size of a palm and was just over a month old, yet it had suffered such cruel treatment.

She tapped the little black cat's ear again and whispered, "You probably won't live much longer. Do you want to be my contracted beast? Not only can you survive, but you'll also have a chance to...get revenge."

The little black cat cried weakly.

Wen Qi smiled and drew a contract symbol on the kitten's forehead.

The next second, the little black cat died.

The heartbeat detection instrument sounded an alarm, and the doctor and assistants rushed over quickly. After some rescue efforts, they sighed with regret. They had wasted manpower, material resources and financial resources, but in the end they failed to save this little life.

"Feel sorry……"

Wen Qi shook his head, "Do you have a pet box? I want to take it home first."

The doctor nodded quickly, "Yes, just wait a moment. Meeting you before leaving is probably the luckiest thing for this kitten."

After putting the black cat's body back together, Wen Qi and Feng Qingqing came out of the hospital together. When they got in the car, Feng Qingqing asked, "Don't you think it's a pity to find an ordinary black cat as a contracted beast?"

Human celestial masters have limited combat power, and have always had the habit of signing contract beasts. However, the contract beasts in ancient times were either ferocious beasts or divine beasts, and ordinary animals were too weak.

Wen Qi smiled nonchalantly, "No matter how ordinary an animal is, it will become very powerful if it follows me. Besides, Xiao Hei is no longer an ordinary kitten."

Feng Qingqing raised her eyebrows in confusion, and looked at the kitten in suspended animation in the pet box. After observing it carefully for a long time, she asked in surprise, "Its spirit and body merged into one, and it turned into a black cat?"

The black cat is psychic and can travel between the Yin and Yang worlds. It is the best assistant to the Heavenly Master.

Feng Qingqing smiled, "You are quite lucky."

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows, "It's mainly because good people are rewarded."