Seeing the cat's resentful eyes flashing, Zhang Xiaohua's heart was struck as if by a heavy hammer. As he watched the crimson blood flow from the cat's mouth and its four legs gradually stopped moving, a sudden wave of sorrow filled Zhang Xiaohua's heart. When the cat finally stopped moving completely, Zhang Xiaohua looked around cautiously, then carefully cradled the pitiful little creature in his hands and walked step by step to the side of the road, eventually reaching a desolate spot. After taking a look around, he set it down. Huanhuan obediently followed, and Zhang Xiaohua took the longsword from Huanhuan's back, quickly digging a deep pit in the wilderness.