The Unlucky Black Cat

chapter 8

"Meow."

In response to the young man's sudden conversation, Jiang Sheng merely tilted his head and meowed before continuing to chew on the fish.

Being a cat had its perks, especially at times like this. You didn't always have to think about how to respond to others' questions; when faced with an awkward topic, you could just make a symbolic sound.

Because even then, others wouldn't find it rude; sometimes, they'd even be genuinely happy.

This was because at least you made a sound, indicating that you acknowledged them.

So, in most animals' eyes, humans who talk to themselves probably aren't very smart.

Jiang Sheng thought this, but couldn't help wondering why the young man suddenly mentioned his previous cat.

He had raised one before.

Did it mean his cat had died?

That would be quite an unfortunate story.

Jiang Sheng didn't care whether the young man was reminiscing after seeing him.

He only planned to finish the canned fish and then continue observing the aura of resentment.

After all, he wasn't a saint with a compassionate heart.

He simply had no intention to harm others.

In terms of self-identification, Jiang Sheng had always been quite clear.

He only did what he felt he should do and only cared about information he wanted to know.

If it weren't for the fact that resentment and souls were so beyond the ordinary, attracting his attention, he wouldn't be meddling in this situation now.

However, if you just want someone to listen to your complaints, I am willing to hear you out.

Since there was no loss, Jiang Sheng perked up his ears, waiting for the young man to continue.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't speak again for some time.

He merely reached his hand toward the black cat's head, hovering it there for a moment, then silently withdrew it.

He smiled regretfully and took out his phone from his pocket, looking down to browse through it.

The young man seemed adept at maintaining silence. The room was quiet, as if only the sound of the black cat eating remained.

Such a scene made Jiang Sheng feel somewhat uneasy.

But this silence gave him a chance to observe the young man.

The young man in front of him wasn't tall or strong, and his loose clothing hung loosely on his slender frame.

His face wasn't handsome, with ordinary features and freckles around his nose.

Judging from his living environment, his family background was likely not wealthy.

He was a very ordinary person, almost without any distinguishing features.

After a brief scrutiny, Jiang Sheng frankly evaluated him as such.

Although when he was human, he wasn't outstanding either.

At this moment, the young man seemed to be dealing with some troublesome matters.

His brows furrowed together, his eyes filled with worry, looking quite distressed.

As his frown deepened, the aura of resentment around his neck seemed to become more agitated.

The aura, resembling writhing worms, intertwined and tightened, as if trying to strangle the young man, making his complexion increasingly worse.

Seeing this, Jiang Sheng didn't stay seated.

Instead, he immediately jumped onto the young man's neck and patted his throat with a paw.

The aura of resentment scattered for a moment but quickly reformed. Clearly, simple physical attacks had no real effect on such supernatural substances.

But Jiang Sheng's paw woke the young man up, even causing him to cough.

"Cough, cough, cough. What are you doing?"

The young man clearly hadn't realized how frightening he looked, as if he was dying.

In reality, he was just having some work-related issues.

This wasn't a big deal, but the aura of resentment seemed to amplify his negative emotions.

"Meow." Jiang Sheng ignored the young man.

He just wagged his tail and watched the shadow on the young man's neck, his whiskers trembling.

Even he felt a chill run through him in that instant.

The young man was obviously unaware of his own abnormality.

Fortunately, he didn't get angry at Jiang Sheng's "mischief"; instead, he gently picked up the black cat and put him on the ground.

"Just eat your canned food. I have some things to do, so don't bother me, okay."

With that, the young man walked to the table, sat down, and resumed handling his work on his phone.

Strangely, with the black cat's pat earlier, his mood seemed to have relaxed slightly.

Was it an illusion? The young man touched his neck in confusion.

He felt his shoulders were particularly heavy today.Forget it, I might as well get to work first; I don't know how long I'll be busy today before I can rest. That wisp of resentment is very strange. The hair on Jiang Sheng's forehead stood up, and even its back arched slightly out of instinct. But this wasn't an action it made on its own; it was the cat's intuition warning it of impending danger. If left unchecked, that thing would definitely cost the young man his life. At this moment, Jiang Sheng was certain of this. Because just now, when it touched the black aura, it did sense something. It sensed the overwhelming malice contained within it. A chaotic, mindless, negative emotion completely driven by instinct. However, the resentment in its body seemed to be craving the other. And the other seemed to crave it as well. In that case, perhaps there was a way to solve this. After all, the resentment in Jiang Sheng's body still had the upper hand in terms of quantity. So, it could try to lure out the resentment in the young man's body bit by bit and gradually digest it. But if it tried to "consume" all of that resentment at once, it would be too dangerous. This could be seen from the result of Jiang Sheng's reckless move, which ended with it being terrified and its fur standing on end. Resentment was clearly not a polite or friendly guest. It wanted to "consume" the young man, even though it might not know what it was doing. But in that instant, through the cold, obscure, and indescribable sensation, Jiang Sheng understood. The other party must already be doing so.