"More than just torture?" Hearing Wang Yao's words, the ghost stuck out its tongue and licked the bits of meat hanging from the corner of its mouth, a desolate smile appearing on its face. "When I was reincarnated into my mother's womb, I specifically bribed the person in charge of the cycle of reincarnation, since I couldn't even be a human anymore..."
"Being a cat comes at a high price. I always want to find a good home so I can live a peaceful life. The cycle of reincarnation is also very kind, and it really did find me a kind-hearted home. My mother gave birth to six of us siblings in one litter. Those were good days. I would often snuggle in my mother's arms and drink milk..."
“My mother’s family had a little girl who was very lovable. She loved to hold me in her hands and gently stroke my fur. She had a pair of big, watery eyes that would stare at me without blinking. When I meowed at her, she would smile and her eyes would turn into crescent moons.”
"Who knew that the good days wouldn't last long? That bastard came to this house asking for a cat, saying he was lonely and wanted a companion. How could I have guessed that this bastard was secretly planning to eat cat meat? When I looked at him, I thought to myself, loneliness is a really terrible thing..."
"If I lost my mother, my brothers and sisters, and my master, I don't know how I would survive! I felt so sorry for this bastard, so I ran to his feet and rubbed against his leg. As a cat, I don't have any other way to express my feelings, so I can only comfort him like this."
"I never expected that this bastard would take a liking to me at first sight. The little girl was reluctant to leave and chased after me for a long distance, crying. The wind was so strong that day that the little girl's red scarf came undone and was fluttering in the wind. I wanted to tell her, 'Go home quickly and don't get cold.'"
"Besides, you're not alone. You have your grandparents, parents, older brothers and sisters, my mother, and all my siblings to keep you company."
“My new owner needs me even more. I have to see him off when he leaves for work, greet him the moment he opens the door when he comes home from get off work, watch TV with him, nap with him, and quietly watch him do things. Then when he turns around, he can see me next to him.”
"I want him to know he's not alone, that even if he's just a cat, there's still a life that cares about him. Cats don't live long, maybe ten or so. When I die and go back to the underworld, he'll surely remember me, okay? Maybe when he burns paper money for his ancestors during Qingming Festival, he can burn some for me too..."
"What else can you expect from being a cat? Life in the underworld is tough... Who knows... Who knows... I still can't forget that bastard who came into the house, pulled me out of the cage, and grabbed my head. That was the first time someone ever grabbed my head."
"Actually, it doesn't hurt much, I'm just a little confused and don't know what he's going to do?" The ghost said, and a pained expression appeared on his face again.
"Then he dragged me into a storeroom. I thought he was going to make me a nest there, but I didn't see the kind of small room my mother lived in, not even a mattress..."
"Then he chained me to a metal frame with a thick iron chain. The chain was cold and hard. I was wondering how I could move such a heavy cat leash. Then that bastard grinned at me."
"He said... this son of a bitch actually said he'd never smelled what burning cat hair smells like? What kind of talk is that? Even wool and rabbit fur aren't meant to be burned and smelled, are they? Then this son of a bitch lit me on fire with a lighter..."
"It really hurt! I still can't forget that feeling to this day. There was smoke everywhere, a burnt smell everywhere, and the pain... it felt like being scrubbed by a scrubbing brush with nails, and you could feel every piece of flesh in your body twitching incessantly..."
"I wanted to jump, I wanted to run, but I was chained tightly and couldn't move. All I could do was scream desperately. I wanted to beg him to let me go, to beg him not to burn me. That little girl even wanted to touch my fur. My fur is so soft and clean, it can warm the little girl's hands when it's cold..."
"That son of a bitch was watching me and laughing like he was listening to a comedy routine. The louder I yelled, the more he laughed like a wolf, as if he had heard a really funny joke. He only put out the fire with water after all the hair on my body was burned off."
"At that time, I was on my deathbed, and I stopped screaming and begging for mercy. I just wanted to save my last bit of strength to scratch this bastard or bite him. I didn't have any other skills, but my claws and teeth were still sharp."
"Who knew that bastard would actually wear thick leather gloves, grab my already charred body and take it to the sink to wash it. My brothers and sisters are all afraid of water, but I'm not. I know that after a bath, I'll smell nice and be clean, and the girls will like me even more..."
"It hurts so much! My body was burned, and when I rinsed it with water, that bastard turned the water jet on really high. I later found out what that bastard was trying to do; he was trying to wash off my burned flesh because he was afraid eating burned flesh would cause cancer..."
"That son of a bitch, I curse him to have cancer for generations to come!"
“I endured it, no matter how much it hurt, I endured it all. I didn’t make a sound, I just pretended to be dead, waiting for the moment he took off his gloves. Then he moved me to a cutting board and started peeling off my charred skin and cutting my burnt flesh with a knife, all while reading a book…”
"I glanced at it; it was a cookbook. The dish he was looking at was called 'Dragon and Tiger Fight,' made with cat and snake meat. I finally understood what this bastard was up to. When he switched to a large knife, I knew the final moment had arrived, but this bastard hadn't even taken off his gloves yet..."
"I jumped up with all my might. Cats have nine lives, that bastard probably forgot, he probably thought I was dead! I scratched that bastard's face hard with my claws, and he bled right away. He yelled so loudly, I thought it sounded much better than his laughter."
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