Upon hearing the scoundrel cat speak, everyone started looking at the cat in a way that implied, of course, that he was indeed a scoundrel cat. Their faces were filled with curiosity.
Little Fatty, most especially, had green eyes as soon as he realized that the scoundrel cat could really talk, which scared the scoundrel cat into glaring at him and scowling, "Damn it, Fatty, can't you stop looking at me like that?"
Yang Zhen lifted the scoundrel cat from his shoulder and asked with furrowed eyebrows, "What were you shrieking about?"
The scoundrel cat paused, gasping, and said, "Right, I almost forgot what was important. Damn it, kid, guess what I just saw?"
"What?" Yang Zhen seemed surprised and asked curiously.
Although the scoundrel cat was unreliable, his penchant for stirring up trouble was hard to change. Something must have shocked him to have surprised him like that.
"Pill Ghost. I just saw a ghost pill, not too far away. Damn, it scared the fur off me!"