A somewhat cold voice sounded softly.
"I've heard that cats are spiritual beings, and among them, the black cat is the most unique. It's the most spiritually powerful. Whenever an elderly person dies in the village, it will rush over immediately, sit on the old person's head, and snort softly through the yellow paper covering their face. In reality, it's communicating with the old person's ghost. If the old person has a great injustice, the black cat will possess their body and change them into an old woman with a cat's face."
"Mother, what's the use of transforming?" Ma Hehua asked hurriedly.
"What's the use? Lotus, remember this: people's hearts are all greedy, and the wronged souls of the dead are no exception." Ma Linghua watched as the black cat got closer and closer to the house where the banquet was being held.
“There’s no injustice. Being straddled by the black cat will only cause the corpse to rise. If that happens… the cat-faced old lady will kill the whole family. Moreover, this black cat can only communicate with the spirits of dead women. It seems that tonight will be another sleepless night!” Ma Linghua looked at the black cat that was about to reach the mourning hall of the Zhu family and a sneer appeared on her lips.
“Grandma, then…it was Black Cat who killed him, right?” As soon as Ma Lihua said this, all three of them looked at her.
Ma Linghua nodded. Her granddaughter was truly intelligent. "There may be grievances, but this black cat uses this resentment to cultivate and manipulates the corpse of this person to greedily kill. What it wants is the resentment after being killed by its closest and dearest, the most insidious and vicious resentment, so that its tail can cultivate faster."
"Creak..."
Some old wooden doors were pushed open, and a cold wind blew through the mourning hall. The four members of the Ma family stood under the old locust tree planted by the Zhu family in Daohua Village.
Li Fagui couldn't see; the drizzle obscured his vision. But the three women from the Ma family had incredibly sharp eyesight.
There wasn't even a single person keeping vigil in the mourning hall, which shows that the old woman wasn't a very good person in life, otherwise why would no one keep vigil for her?
Li Fagui remembered that this old woman had given birth to three sons and two daughters, with Zhuzi being the third, and he was not favored by her.
The surrounding cats opened the door for the eerie, smiling black cat. An old woman dressed in a white shroud and covered with a white cloth had a wick lit in a bowl on her head, and there were two more bowls of wicks at her feet.
This represents her three souls. Her feet are pressed against thick yellow paper, her hands are stiffly folded together, and her face is covered with yellow paper.
The skin on my hands was dry and wrinkled, with dark age spots.
The black cat's eyes were full of green light, its whiskers twitched, and it looked somewhat excited.
"Grandma, the two lamp wicks at the old woman's feet have gone out." Ma Lihua saw it very clearly.
"Hmph! It seems that Daohua Village is going to hold another big feast." Ma Linghua didn't know what grievance this old woman had, but anyone who turned into a cat-faced old woman was not a good person.
The black cat sat on the head of the dead old woman; it was completely black and looked very eerie.
"Purr...purr...purr..." As if by some kind of ritual, the surrounding stray cats slowly disappeared.
Suddenly, the old woman lying in the mourning hall began to convulse, and then her withered hand rose up.
However, it quickly calmed down and returned to normal. The black cat, as if under the influence of a drug, leaped out of the mourning hall, ran to a corner of the courtyard, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and then collapsed and died.
A wisp of black smoke emanated from the black cat and quickly entered the old woman's nostrils. She suddenly opened her eyes, which had now turned into an eerie dark green. A smile appeared on her lips, and then she returned to her calm state.
"Hiss... Damn, this wind is so cold." Zhu Zi, who came out to pee, shivered from the cold.
Seeing the mourning hall doors wide open, he frowned, then cursed angrily, "That damn Liu Dahe! I've been so good to you, and you didn't even bother to keep vigil for a day! Bah! You beast, you dog..."
He walked into the mourning hall and took a look. It was past ten o'clock. He closed the door and turned to leave. He was also a heartless person, but he had never received maternal love, and even if he did, he was not a good person.
The three members of the Ma family had long since left Daohua Village, and Li Fagui was very curious whether the old woman had changed or not.
“If someone were to keep vigil, the black cat might have a hard time getting its way. In the end, it’s all because of filial impiety.” Ma Hehua immediately transformed into an expert analyst.
When she got home, Ma Linghua noticed that Li Fagui's forehead was black, which he hadn't had before, but had appeared after returning from Daohua Village.
After thinking for a moment, she said to Li Fagui, "Fagui, don't go out recently, stay at home."
Li Fagui felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that some troublemaker was trying to harm him?
"Yes, Mother!" Li Fagui replied immediately. Staying home was the safest option. His secretary called him several times that night, and he also declined several banquet invitations.
Everyone says he's a nouveau riche and looks down on him, but who doesn't fawn over him? Humph! They want to take advantage of him while badmouthing him behind his back—they're so happy!
Li Xin went to evening self-study in the afternoon. When he came back, he saw his aunt and the others packing their things, and he was very nervous.
"Let's go find that show-off Cha after Pear Blossom gets out of school tomorrow afternoon! I can also run some business on the way." Ma Linghua looked at the message Xiao Zhang sent her on her phone, feeling quite pleased with herself.
Li Xin quickly slipped back to his room, hoping that his grandmother would never remember his mistake.
That night, the old woman who had died in Daohua Village grew hair, black hair, and dense downy hair on her back, neck, hands, and feet.
The wicks in the three bowls she had lit all went out, and her fingernails began to grow slowly.
The black aura around Li Fagui's head grew increasingly intense, and sometimes he could feel goosebumps rising on his skin for no reason.
On her way to school this morning, Ma Lihua yawned several times; it was another day she didn't want to go to school.
The monthly exam results came out, and Ma Lihua ranked first in the entire first-year high school class.
This silenced all the male students in the class, including Li Xin, because he was only third. How could someone with such a high IQ not have outperformed Fang Hang? Are you kidding me?
Fang Hang clenched his fingers tightly, full of fighting spirit. This woman was not to be underestimated.
All the girls in the class were stunned, then realized that this was indeed a genius who had skipped grades, and they admired him.
Shumali glanced at it and lowered her head, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with her 15th place ranking.
Ms. Nie beamed with joy. She was nominated again for Best Mentor and Class Teacher. This was her first time being a class teacher, and leading Class One was a great honor for her.
"The top ten students are all from Class One. Our remaining five classes are simply not good enough!"
"Hey! We're not bad either, it's just that comparing yourself to others is infuriating."
"I ranked 132nd this time, and I'll try to move up 10 places next time."
The students around looked at the rankings on the bulletin board. This was the first monthly exam, which was supposed to be held at the end of last month, and the results were only being released now. These teachers were really slow.
Ma Lihua attracted a lot of inquiries and attention, and some people even went to the classroom door of Class 1 to look at her.
How to put it? She's good at studying, good-looking, quiet, and doesn't talk much, just like a gentle little white rabbit.
Li Xin: "???"
Don't those who speak against their conscience feel any pain? Her aunt, a docile rabbit? Give me a break! Please take back your judgment.
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