Chapter 42 A Cat Flying Kick!
Jiang Yingxu looked down indifferently.
He was holding a cardboard box filled with snacks and toys, things the kitten liked, which were very important and he couldn't free his hands.
But he still has his feet; he can dodge to the side and kick directly at the target—
The kitten jumped out of the box first, its long, soft fur bristling, its ears pressed back into an airplane shape, and its fluffy little face tense.
She moved with lightning speed.
With a slap, the sharp nails tore through the skin and flesh, leaving bloody scratches.
Chen Xiumei felt a sharp pain, her legs suddenly went weak, and she collapsed against the shoe cabinet with a thud.
The pain stimulated her brain, bringing her back to her senses slightly.
Cat? Where did this cat come from?
He jumped onto the shoe cabinet and looked down at her from above.
In the dim light, the cat's eyes were almost entirely filled with black pupils, leaving only a thin green iris ring, giving it an almost human-like, eerie and otherworldly feel.
Chen Xiumei's face gradually turned pale. She turned her head with difficulty, wanting to ask her husband for help, "Pinghai, Pinghai, help me..."
Jiang Pinghai subconsciously took a step back.
Jiang Tianhao huddled by the door. When he met his mother's gaze, he lowered his head abruptly, trembling like a leaf, not daring to utter a sound.
Chen Xiumei stared blankly at her husband and son, unable to believe it, her face growing paler and paler.
Jiang Yingxu ignored her, coldly stepping over her legs that were lying on the ground, and walked straight to the cabinet, putting the box down.
He reached out to Shi Miao, who was alert and had her fur standing on end.
His voice was extremely gentle, as if he were comforting and soothing her.
"Meow, it's okay, don't worry about them."
Compared to the three members of the Jiang family, Shi Miao is of course more important.
Shi Miao subconsciously retracted her nails and meowed at him fiercely.
The kitten looked fierce.
"Get them out!"
Jiang Yingxu readily agreed, saying, "Okay."
He hugged a warm, soft kitten, turned to Jiang Pinghai in the center of the living room, and slowly walked a few steps forward.
As his eyebrows and eyes were gradually revealed under the light, his dark eyes resembled a vast and boundless deep sea, or a heavy fog that refused to let even a ray of light sink into the darkness.
Even the cat in my arms had the same dark, deep pupils.
Two pairs of eyes looked at each other, creating an eerie and mysterious atmosphere in the dim light.
Jiang Pinghai was startled and hurriedly retreated until his shoulder hit the hard wall, at which point he felt somewhat at ease.
He put on a show of bravado, just bluffing.
"Jiang Yingxu, what exactly are you trying to do!"
Jiang Yingxu maintained an indifferent attitude towards them throughout.
But at this moment...
The boy slightly curled his lips, flicked his finger, and casually wiped away the thin layer of blood from his cheek.
His tone was light and airy, which made him seem even more gloomy and ghostly.
"How does it feel to have nightmares all week?"
Jiang Pinghai's double chin twitched. "It was you! It was you who did this!"
"Something's going on?"
Jiang Yingxu said slowly, "I'm a human being, how could I play tricks?"
"Uncle, do you really not know who's behind this?"
"During those nightmares, didn't you feel even a little bit guilty?"
"If you weren't feeling guilty," Jiang Yingxu chuckled, "Uncle, why are you trembling?"
Da, da.
The approaching footsteps rang in my ears, like a vengeful ghost dragging its chains.
Jiang Pinghai felt a chill run down his back, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, causing his double chin and beer belly to shake incessantly.
yes.
How could a person control their dreams?
The chilling memories of being relentlessly pursued and accused by his older brother and sister-in-law, who kept asking him, "Brother, how could you do this to Xiao Xu after we died?" flooded back.
I used to forget my nightmares after waking up.
This past week, however, the family has been repeatedly immersed in similar dreams, remembering them vividly upon waking, and even the physical fatigue and pain felt incredibly real.
Even when you lift up your clothes, you can see bruises that have appeared on your hands and legs for no apparent reason.
Jiang Pinghai was never a calm person to begin with, and after being plagued by nightmares for a week, how could he possibly think clearly?
Feeling tired is because you haven't slept well.
The pain was caused by a panicked struggle in my sleep, during which I bumped into the wall and the cabinet.
The bruises are often caused by being distracted and not realizing where you bump into things.
He was paranoid and felt a chill whenever the slightest breeze blew by.
A ghost? Could it really be a ghost?
Jiang Pinghai stared at Jiang Yingxu, who was walking leisurely with a sly smile, when he suddenly shouted in terror, grabbed his son, and shoved him toward Jiang Yingxu.
He stumbled and ran toward the kitchen, his eyes fixed on the knife rack on the table.
A hysterical scream came from beside her ear, "Jiang Pinghai, are you even human? If you're afraid of dying, then push Xiao Hao out!"
Long hair, short on brains, knows nothing.
He's trying to create an opportunity for his family!
Whether it's ghosts or troublemakers, as long as he gets his hands on a knife, as long as he has a weapon, as long as...
What are you saying, 'Ahhh'?
Shi Miao's pupils dilated, her little bottom pressed against Jiang Yingxu's chest, and she swayed from side to side, assuming a hunting posture.
Seizing the opportune moment, he pushed off with his back foot and jumped cleanly off Jiang Yingxu's arm, tracing a light parabola in the air.
A cat-like flying kick!
It struck Jiang Pinghai precisely in the back.
The middle-aged man was suddenly thrown forward, his jaw slamming hard against the corner of the kitchen counter with a loud thud. Immediately, blood mixed with saliva and broken teeth flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The pain was so intense that his vision went black, he made a whimpering sound, and he collapsed to the ground like a limp noodle.
His frantic flailing of hands and feet caused the knife holder to tip over.
The silvery-white, sharp knives slid off the shelf and fell down with a crackling sound.
Jiang Yingxu dodged Jiang Tianhao, who was being pushed towards him.
The chubby boy, who used to look at him with a vicious and disgusted gaze and deliberately say things like "orphan, fatherless, motherless, and cursed to death," was now terrified. His father pushed him down hard, and his forehead slipped on the sharp edge of the coffee table, making him howl in pain.
Jiang Yingxu withdrew his gaze, and as he looked up, he saw the knife flashing with a sharp light as it fell. His eyes widened in surprise. "Meow!"
Shi Miao moved nimbly, lightly stepping on the floor with her paw pads, and jumped to the side as if it were weightless.
Given her unparalleled skill in defeating all the cats in the school, dodging the falling knives would have been a piece of cake.
But it's unclear whether it's due to prolonged recovery from injury causing a decline in physical abilities, or simply residual oil stains on the kitchen tiles.
The paw pads suddenly slipped on the ground.
She was busy stabilizing herself and didn't notice that her tail had been grazed by the knife, and a few long hairs had fallen out.
Just a few.
The amount of fur that rubbed against Jiang Yingxu's clothes was more than what was falling to the ground.
Shi Miao pretended to be calm and steadyed herself, when she saw Jiang Yingxu rush over in a few steps, kneel down without hesitation, and make a thud.
His knee slammed into the ground with a dull thud.
He seemed completely oblivious to the pain, his expression remaining unchanged.
His fingers trembled noticeably when he bent down to check on her condition.
Are you injured?
Even his voice was trembling slightly.
Shi Miao paused for a moment, her eyes meeting Jiang Yingxu's dark gaze, which reflected only her. She pressed her ear tips slightly and replied after a beat.
"No……"
She licked her nose a little awkwardly and meowed softly, "You forgot, I'm a cat demon."
Even if I can't avoid it, I won't let myself get hurt.
Well, I was originally planning to show the big villain the Cat King's dashing and heroic figure, but now...
Shi Miao slightly retracted her paw and meowed righteously to complain.
"The floor is too slippery."
"Otherwise, I could have landed perfectly!"
How could it be the cat's fault!
It's all the fault of the bad floor!
Jiang Yingxu remained silent, but after carefully examining the kitten's soft body and confirming that there were no wounds, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He picked up a few long hairs that had fallen onto the tiled floor and casually put them into his pants pocket.
Yu Guangzhong, a middle-aged man who was in so much pain that he was half-conscious and looked like a dead dog, twitched and slowly moved himself to the side.
Every movement sent sharp pain through my chin.
My mouth was filled with the taste of rust and blood.
Jiang Pinghai supported himself with his elbows, moving in what he thought was an inconspicuous manner, his short, stubby fingers trembling as he reached for the knife that was so close at hand—
"ah!!!"
The worn-out sneakers suddenly stepped right on his outstretched fingers.
Jiang Pinghai could no longer suppress his pain and let out a sudden cry of agony. However, due to his injured chin, he could only let out short, terrified gasps and slowly raise his eyes.
Jiang Yingxu stepped on his hand expressionlessly, twisted it hard, and amidst Jiang Pinghai's pained cry of exhaustion, bent down, hooked the cleaver between his long fingers, and gently twirled it between his fingers.
The sharp tip of the knife reflects a snow-white brilliance.
Then, with a sudden thud, it hit Jiang Pinghai right in front of his eyes, almost grazing his nose.
"——"
Jiang Pinghai's eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, and he even held his breath.
The air currents generated when the knife struck gently brushed against the boy's slightly drooping hair.
A flash of light streaked across his cold, sinister eyes.
Jiang Yingxu said, word by word, "Didn't I say, 'If you're not afraid of death, then give it a try'? Do you want to try now?"
The knife tip, pressed against the ground, was gently dragged, making a screeching sound.
His voice was deep and menacing, carrying a chilling, malevolent quality.
"Can you run faster, or is my knife faster?"
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