If it weren’t for Zong Yuan, Sheng Minglang would probably have had the same absurd and disdainful attitude as the majority of netizens toward the idea of “freezing to death in the summer.”
Then came the resounding slap.
“According to witnesses, at 12:10 last night, ‘Xiao Ke’ai Family’ pet store owner Xiao Li, in the absence of a fire, took the fire extinguisher and attacked the animals in the store wildly. Subsequently, she lost control and aimed the nozzle at herself…”
“Now, we will interview Mr. Lu, who witnessed the entire process.”
Mr. Lu, whose face was blurred, said, “Last night, I passed by to buy something, and I saw white smoke coming out from here. I thought there was a fire and was ready to save people! Who knew, as soon as I touched the store glass door, I shivered from the cold.”
“Was there anything unusual before she picked up the fire extinguisher?”
Mr. Lu thought for a moment. “No, it was just a normal scene. She was taking care of each pet one by one. The animals in her pet store have always been well-behaved. Xiao Li’s handling of the pets is top-notch, and none of the animals under her care would make a sound.”
The surprised reporter remarked, “It seems like she’s a store owner who is well-liked by animals.”
Zong Yuan’s ears twitched. He listened to the TV sound in the living room very clearly. Sheng Minglang was still sleeping soundly in his arms. Zong Yuan pinched his face. “Hey, Sheng Minglang, wake up.”
Quickly dressing himself, Zong Yuan had already heard the hurried and rough footsteps of Lin Gousi. Calmly covering Sheng Minglang’s ears, Zong Yuan’s fluffy, snow-white ears drooped to conceal his human ears. The next second, there was a piercing cry from outside, “Sheng-ge!!! Nephew!!! Something big is happening!!!”
Zong Yuan’s two hands covered Sheng Minglang’s ears tightly. His tiger ears slowly stood up. He released his hands covering Sheng Minglang’s ears and said, “Mr. Sheng Minglang, boyfriend, wake up.”
Sheng Minglang mumbled a few times, his drowsiness hanging on Zong Yuan, “Take me out.”
His long legs were wrapped around Zong Yuan’s waist. Zong Yuan lifted his thighs and carried this big pendant out. Lin Gousi saw the door open and exclaimed, “Just reported on the news—damn!”
Zong Yuan nonchalantly walked with Sheng Minglang to the sofa in the living room. “Xiao Li is dead?”
Lin Gousi instinctively asked, “How did you know?”
Before Zong Yuan could speak, Lin Gousi turned his head with a face full of resentment. “You guys are a couple, I know! But can you please pay attention to others? Nephew, oh nephew, you’ve only been with this saucy chick for a few days, and you’ve already started wearing fetish ears?!”
Sheng Minglang spat on Zong Yuan’s chest, and Zong Yuan touched his own ears, “…”
Forgot about this thing.
He changed the topic, “Is Xiao Li really dead?”
Lin Gousi was also incredulous. “Died from a fire extinguisher freezing… is that true or false?”
“You can check online,” Zong Yuan said. “You should find many cases of people getting frostbite from fire extinguishers.”
“That’s true,” Lin Gousi muttered to himself, “Both methods mentioned by that person have come true.”
Zong Yuan had an intuitive dislike for Xiao Li, but he didn’t expect her to die so quickly and violently. Frowning, he said, “Weren’t there police watching her? How did something happen?”
Lin Gousi replied, “Who knows what those police were thinking! Negligence, negligence! I don’t know if that crazy anchor found out anything from the police station. Damn it, the more I say, the less I can believe it. Who could predict that someone would spray themselves with a fire extinguisher?”
Zong Yuan was about to speak when Sheng Minglang, in his arms, suddenly sat up straight. He looked serious, and even the eye-crust at the corner of his eyes carried a sense of dignity. “Damn it, Xiao Li is dead?”
The tense atmosphere relaxed with his words, and Lin Gousi couldn’t help but feel relieved. “Damn it, Sheng Minglang, what have you turned our nephew into?”
Sheng Minglang was in constant contact with Zong Yuan’s skin. The pair of ears on Zong Yuan’s head were always standing cutely. The two little cats crouched under the sofa also perked up their ears, meowing and being playful.
Sheng Minglang teased Zong Yuan, “My husband is really handsome! Lin Dog, what do you mean? Even if my husband is good, he’s not yours! I tolerate being looked at by you every day. If it weren’t for my generosity, I would have confronted you!”
He remembered the previous topic, “Xiao Li is dead? Really frozen to death?”
Zong Yuan nodded, and Lin Gousi added, “Frozen to death by a fire extinguisher… Unbelievable, right?”
“It’s okay,” Sheng Minglang said, showing no surprise that Lin Gousi expected.
The power of monsters.
He pulled Zong Yuan to wash his face and brush his teeth, taking the opportunity to ask quietly, “Was it done by that monster?”
Zong Yuan chose the spiciest peppermint-flavored toothpaste. “Yes.”
Sheng Minglang frowned, “The monster has the ability to control people? If it really has the power to control people, then it wouldn’t seek revenge.”
“When you mentioned the wilderness, the chef and Xiao Li went to the forest?” Sheng Minglang thought for a moment.
Zong Yuan neither confirmed nor denied, “Hurry up and wash your face. You’re 26, pay attention to skincare, hmm?”
Regarding age, Sheng Minglang is six years older than Zong Yuan.
He snorted, “Get out of here! I’ll turn into an eighteen-year-old right away to show you.”
As a bottom with a hidden seductive side, how can he neglect things like face masks?
Due to the occurrence of these two incidents, every broadcaster on Cat Live was in a state of panic. Many broadcasters left Cat Live, but the platform’s popularity soared due to these supernatural events.
Countless people anxiously or eagerly awaited the third live broadcast. However, on the morning of that day, Cat Live’s homepage posted an announcement: “The live room 3254xxxx has been blocked.”
It was the broadcast room of the predictor who foresaw the deaths of the chef and Xiao Li.
Sheng Minglang also saw this announcement, and his mood was complicated. “Zong Yuan, is this the end?”
“No,” Zong Yuan frowned, “on the contrary, all of this may have just begun.”
Sheng Minglang said, “The chef is a cook, Xiao Li raises animals, and the snake demon…the person who catches animals and the person who turns animals into dishes?”
Zong Yuan replied, “Xiao Li had a foul smell.”
Lin Gousi exclaimed, “Clearly, she smells great!”
That fragrance, once smelled, would be deeply etched in the mind. If Lin Gousi weren’t gay, he might pursue Xiao Li just based on this scent.
Zong Yuan gestured with his fingers, rubbing his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together. Two little kittens hopped over, licking his fingertips. Zong Yuan placed them on the coffee table and asked, “Was Xiao Li good to you?”
The cats suddenly started sobbing, tears flowing down their big, round eyes. Their whimpering was subtle as if they were afraid to cry too loudly.
Zong Yuan touched their chins, his gaze icy. “This is why I don’t like her.”
Lin Gousi, wide-eyed and stunned, leaned against Sheng Minglang, “These…these two cats have become spirits?”
Sheng Minglang snorted disdainfully and picked up the pitiful cats without fear. “Alright, men don’t cry over trivial matters! Speak up. How did she bully you? Let me call Dad to complain to the King of Hell! I have plenty of money to hire a lawyer!”
The two little kittens urgently and gratefully meowed, “Meow, meow, meow! Thank you, meow, meow.”
As Sheng Minglang and Zong Yuan listened, their expressions grew more solemn, making Lin Gousi feel like he was the abnormal one. Trembling, he asked, “What are these two little guys saying?”
Sheng Minglang, who completely couldn’t understand cat language, looked at the cats with a sympathetic expression. “Such poor babies.”
He couldn’t even comprehend their complaint.
Zong Yuan rubbed his forehead and said, “Xiao Li, she abuses animals.”
“The foul smell on her is due to years of exposure to animal odor-infused blood and a diet of raw animal organs.”
“…Raw, eating?”
“…Ugh.”
Zong Yuan continued, “No matter how fragrant something is, the stench is even stronger.”
Sheng Minglang, having experienced last night’s shock, felt his acceptance ability had increased. He put down the meat bun in his hand, took a sip of soy milk, and said, “Let’s continue discussing the previous topic. Is there a third person who’ll die next?”
Zong Yuan affirmed, “There is.”
Lin Gousi listened in confusion, “Wait, Xiao Li and the chef are already enough. Who else do we need?”
Zong Yuan smirked, pulling a cold smile. “We have those who catch prey and those who cook. Don’t we just lack someone to taste the deliciousness?”
Sheng Minglang, suddenly enlightened, exclaimed, “Right, you mentioned that Xiao Li eats raw organs…”
Lin Gousi shivered suddenly.
“What you’re saying…why am I finding it harder to understand?” he muttered.
Now, that snake was still lurking in the shadows, hiding skillfully. Zong Yuan could only passively wait for its appearance.
Sheng Minglang recalled something and stared at Zong Yuan, saying, “Last night, after all that talk, you still haven’t explained why you can’t do it!”
Zong Yuan raised an eyebrow, sighed, and said, “I thought with your intelligence, you would have guessed the reason. Turns out, I overestimated you.”
Sheng Minglang covered his mouth and menacingly said, “I knew! I was just teasing you! My intelligence is excellent!”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Zong Yuan smelled something, his expression changed, and the next moment, he appeared at the door, opening it.
On the floor outside was a carefully folded white paper. Zong Yuan picked it up and sniffed it, his face turning grim. “Damn, he escaped!”
0046, anticipating this, said, “If his scent were so easily detectable by you, we would have completed the mission long ago.”
Zong Yuan, with a dark expression, entered the room holding the note. Sheng Minglang asked, “Did that thing send this?”
Zong Yuan nodded, “Yes.”
“Quick, see what it says.”
Zong Yuan unfolded the paper, and there was only a hastily written message, “White Tiger, the last one I want to kill. You will never know who it is. I only kill those who deserve it; don’t hinder me.”
Sheng Minglang read it three times, “The last one…”
The last person to die is his ultimate target for revenge.
Author’s note:
Sheng Minglang: My husband means that once we catch this big monster, we can… you know! Howl howl howl!
Sorry for the late update, please forgive me QAQ.
Today I suddenly discovered that my friend has updated a new story, Yan He and Qing Jiu’s “Become the Villain Boss【Quick Transmigration】.” Quietly checked it out, aww, so cute, the main ship! If you’re interested, check it out! (*╯3╰)! Also, make sure to keep up with my friend’s pace and start a new story~
