The villain Jihe's actions are worthy of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty and the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but he uses a cat as his shell.
Although he looks ugly now without fur or a tail, it's undeniable that he was very cute when he had fur—and how ugly can a cat really be?
Most importantly, he would involuntarily meow at Di Xiu, trying to please him.
For this reason, 001 hesitated for a time, wondering whether to choose a particularly perverted, fake-good person who likes to abuse cats, or a gentle young man with intermittent mania as its owner.
Judging from the cat's behavior, he once thought that the real Miao Shu might not be dead and was still in this body, but Di Xiu denied it.
"Miao Shu's soul is gone."
Di Xiu stroked 001's head and said in a low voice, "The cat's docile body is because of the master-servant contract I made. I control its life and death, and it instinctively tries to please me."
"What about the soul?" 001 looked at him in confusion.
“I can control his soul, but there’s no need.”
001 thought for a while: "Being powerless is more painful than being in a daze."
"You could say that."
001 was silent for a while, then started listing the evil deeds of Jihe mentioned in the timeline on her fingers. Her heart hardened instantly, and then she sighed: "Cat's body is really unfair."
"First, he stole the cat's body."
"...Okay, my fist is hard again."
Therefore, Jihe's final fate was to become "a particularly perverted, cat-abusing fake good person," and Dixiu also gave orders to make it act cute and obedient.
A seemingly kind person was carrying groceries home when he saw the cat at the door as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. He was so startled that he backed away and almost got his head caught in the door.
This cat is ugly, hairless but not like a hairless cat, and it's also very strange. Its eyes are red and it keeps staring, as if it wants to leave its body.
Although they are cat eyes, they are filled with human emotions: anger, resentment, malice, and madness, as if they contained the soul of a serial killer.
This was so damn weird, and to make matters worse, this ugly thing was meowing softly, almost scaring the soul out of him.
He cursed himself, thinking he must have seen a ghost after walking too many dark roads. Just as he was about to throw the cat down the stairs, his eyes caught sight of a small pink patch peeking out from under the cat's rear end. He pulled it out and his face lit up with joy.
It really was banknotes, three of them.
He glanced at the ugly cat with disdain, and just as he stretched out his leg, he inexplicably changed his mind, opened his own door, and kicked the ugly cat that was fawning at his feet into the house, completely disregarding whether its screams would startle the neighbors.
He lives on the top floor of this building. There's no one across the hall, but there is one apartment downstairs, though he doesn't get home from get off work until very late every day.
The house was clean and odorless, not at all like someone who had "owned" seven cats.
On the balcony outside the living room, there is a litter box, cat bed, cat tree, food bowl, etc. in the corner, but there is no cat and no cat food.
The fake good guy grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck, left it there, closed the balcony doors and windows, and went to prepare dinner.
Jihe saw that the balcony window was open and kept turning her gaze, but the cat had already obediently gone into its bed. After a while, it woke up to the smell of food and lay on the glass of the sliding door, meowing.
The fake good guy felt nauseous at the sight of its ugly appearance. Even after pulling the Roman blinds on both sides of the door closed, he still felt unsatisfied. The image of those strange, darting eyes kept flashing through his mind. He picked up his chopsticks and pulled the blinds open again...
001 found this person by following the cat abuse videos online. Di Xiu told him not to watch, but he didn't believe it and was so scared that he jumped up on the spot.
For a long time afterward, he didn't dare to stare at it anymore, and he felt once again that the cat's body was really unfair.
The good guy's actions towards the villain were less than a tenth or a twelfth of what he did to Wen Shi back then, but because of this body, he somehow felt a pang of pity.
...
Having dealt with the main villain, Di Xiu returned to the East Sea.
Mermaids naturally cultivate faster in the sea.
Not long after Di Xiu left, the mermaids were rebuilding their home. They had just cleaned up the dead corals, buried their own kind, and the small fish and shrimp that had been affected.
The mermaids were overjoyed to see him return. The original owner's crybaby father was somehow touched on the spot and pulled Di Xiu around to look him over, focusing on his tail: "Tide, my darling, how come your tail is even more injured? Did you encounter a monster? If I had known you were injured so badly, I would never have gone to soak in it. Only when you are well can I go to see Afu in peace."
Di Xiu: "...The injury isn't serious, nor has it gotten worse. You're mistaken."
In fact, since there were only three bottles of medicine, the amount given to each mermaid was very small. These originally flawless and beautiful mermaids all had some black spots left on their bodies. However, at first glance, the spots on Di Xiu's body were gathered together, making them look more intimidating.
After a while, Lan Miao calmed down and led Di Xiu to the grave of the mermaid chieftain Afu.
“My dear, this is your mother, Lefu. Lefu, our son Chaoxi has returned. If only you were still here.” Lan Miao pulled Di Xiu aside and talked about her parents’ love. As she spoke, his voice choked up again.
Di Xiu stood silently before the grave for a moment, then, under 001's command, squinted, lowered his eyes, furrowed his brows, and pursed his lips, putting on a show of grief.
This face bears a resemblance to Lan Miao, and with this expression, she looks like another crybaby.
As for tears, the tears of mermaids in this world cannot turn into pearls, and they are in the sea. As long as the expression is right, they can tell whether they are crying real or fake.
After a while, Di Xiu, maintaining his expression, said stiffly, "I'm going to cultivate."
Lan Miao looked at him with red eyes, her loving fatherly affection overflowing: "My dear, you're still a little fish fry. You should enjoy your childhood. As for the merfolk, your father and your other uncles and aunts will take care of things."
Di Xiu shook his head: "I like cultivation."
He resumed his facial paralysis, which Lan Miao saw as him pretending to be strong and mature, trying to learn from his mother to take on the responsibility for the mermaid clan.
“My dear,” Lan Miao hugged her son and touched his forehead and the fish fin by his ear. She said softly but firmly, “My dear, although Daddy is not very useful, Daddy is still alive. You can just be a happy little fish and don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”
001 was stunned: "A father's strength comes with being a father?"
Emperor Xiu: "I really enjoy cultivation."
"Alright, alright, if you get bored while refining, you can go play with the jellyfish. They are good friends with our mermaid race."
Emperor Xiu was about to find a place to cultivate when he was ambushed by the shrimp soldiers and crab generals under the Dragon King.
"Mermaid Tide, the Dragon King requests your presence."
001 asked in bewilderment, "Why would the Dragon King suddenly want to see you? Doesn't he usually stay out of things? Could he be trying to take back the Soul Gathering Pearl?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Lan Miao wanted to follow, but Di Xiu stopped her.
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