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In the dead of night, the servant awoke to a horrifying scene: a semi-transparent monster had burst through the wall, leaping and gnawing at its companions.
Li Banfeng severed the monster's hand and prepared to return the magical artifact to the ancestral hall.
However, Wang Ergou, who had lost his monstrous hand, was not yet dead. Just as I and my junior brother Ouyang were about to finish him off, our master intervened, saying, "A single thought can lead to heaven or hell. Now that his evil intentions have perished with the monster's hand, sparing his life will allow him to take over Wu Da's duty of guarding the ancestral hall."
Our master's reasoning was sound; after all, Wu Da had recently been haunted by visions of the deceased, suggesting that his time was drawing near.
Indeed, when we arrived to return the artifact, we found that Wu Da had passed away peacefully, his soul departing for the underworld.
With a sigh of lamentation, Li Banfeng instructed us to gather dry wood and burn his body to ashes. In those days, burial was preferred for the deceased, as it was believed to grant them peace; cremation was rare and this was his final wish.
Since he had been disfigured by a zombie attack, Wu Da had often complained about his appearance. Now that he had died, he certainly did not want to leave behind an ugly face for others to mock. Li Banfeng shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness on his face.
After cremating Wu Da's body, we bid farewell to the new gatekeeper of the ancestral hall, Wang Ergou.
Once a three-handed monster who wreaked havoc on the living, he was destined to spend the rest of his life among the dead, atoning for his past misdeeds.
The "Chicken Dinner Trio" left the ancestral hall, planning to head to a restaurant for a meal. However, on their way, they noticed an ominous aura rising from the direction of Wang Zhuang. No wonder there had been rumors of hauntings there lately!
The haunted household belonged to one of the wealthiest families in the village. The head of the family, Wang Meishan, was not only prosperous but also known for his generosity.
In this benevolent household worked a steward named Sun Guixi.
On the night of the incident, Sun Guixi had finished attending to his master and was preparing to return to his room for sleep.
Just as he opened the door, he caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye. The shadow resembled a domestic cat but was many times larger than any ordinary feline.
Even more terrifying was the fact that the figure appeared semi-transparent, hardly resembling a living being.
Sun Guixi had often kicked at cats in the past, fearing that the Cat Demon would come to settle the score with him. Thus, he spent the night trembling in his house until dawn.
Only after the sun rose did he dare to step outside and investigate. At that moment, he found dead chickens scattered all over the ground, each with two bloody holes in their necks, clearly drained of blood by some creature.
"Master, it's bad! All your chickens have been killed by the Cat Demon," Wang Meishan reported. He didn't believe in ghost stories, and as for the dead chickens, they were of no concern to him; he could simply deduct their value from the steward's wages.
Rather than worrying about deductions, Sun Guixi was more afraid of sleeping when night fell. To bolster his courage, he had a young servant named Xiao Pang move in with him.
That night, Xiao Pang was terrified out of his wits when a large semi-transparent black cat entered through the wall and jumped onto Sun Guixi's bed, gnawing wildly at him.
Sun Guixi could hardly withstand such torment and let out a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig.
He covered his head with his hands, twisting and turning in panic.
Fearing for his own safety, Xiao Pang quickly buried his head under the blankets and stayed there until the rooster crowed, at which point Sun Guixi finally ceased his wailing.
At that moment, he was battered and on the verge of collapse.
When old Wang learned of this incident and came to see for himself, he was left dumbfounded. Not only did Sun Guixi fail to greet him properly, but he also began to meow and claw at him.
The strange occurrences in the household left his family anxious and unsettled.
In desperation, old Wang had no choice but to invite an expert to exorcise the demon: "I implore you, Master, to rid us of the Cat Demon. A generous reward will be given upon success."
"I am the Ghost Catcher, Zhang Baosheng. There is no demon or monster that I cannot handle."
That night, Zhang Baosheng sat calmly in his courtyard, waiting for the Cat Demon to strike.
In the dead of night, a chilling scream echoed through the courtyard, sending shivers down everyone's spine. However, the eerie wail lasted only a short while before falling silent. True to his title as a ghost catcher, he had successfully eliminated the menace in such a brief time.
Joy spread across the faces of those present.
Ecstatic, they rushed outside to see what had happened, only to be met with a shocking sight. Lying on the ground was not the Cat Demon, but rather their ghost-catching expert, Zhang Baosheng.
At that moment, Zhang Baosheng appeared disheveled and battered, with bruises marring his face. Even his voice came out in a strange, high-pitched tone.
"I thought it was a demon; I didn't expect it to be a ghost."
When humans die, they become ghosts; when cats die, they transform into Cat Demons.
"No, I can't catch ghosts."
Unfortunately, his words were lost on the crowd, who could not comprehend his meaning. He certainly did not seem like the victor in this encounter.
Just as everyone stood there in confusion, a sudden screech from the Cat Demon pierced through the air behind them.
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