Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Soon, night fell.

Jiang Yingjie lay on his wooden bed, unable to sleep. Through the open window, he could see the stars twinkling in the sky.

The day's heat gradually faded, and the night wind whipped through the trees, making waves of eerie and shrill sounds. The outline of the ancestral hall not far away appeared particularly cold and clear in the moonlight.

Jiang Yingjie suddenly felt his heart tighten, and at the same time, the temperature around his body became lower and lower.

Gradually, Jiang Yingjie felt a chill creeping up his body, as if from the very bones. However, the quilt was piled at the foot of the bed, and he couldn't pull it over to warm himself.

The more he couldn't do it, the colder he felt.

Gradually, Jiang Yingjie realized the strangeness of the construction of this wooden house.

During the day, the cabin looked normal. But at night, you could tell that not only were the windows leaking air, but there were also ample gaps between the wood panels on all sides.

The cold wind passed through these gaps like countless ice needles, piercing people's bones.

Jiang Yingjie gritted his teeth and let out a shrill whine, trying to attract the servants' attention. Unfortunately, the servants who were waiting on him didn't live there.

No one cared about his best efforts.

Suddenly, Jiang Yingjie felt as if a furry object crawled out from under the bed and slowly approached his feet. He held his breath, trying to see what it was.

With the help of the dim moonlight, two bloodthirsty red lights can be vaguely seen.

Jiang Yingjie's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a chill in his heart. As the two red lights slowly approached, Jiang Yingjie discovered that it was actually a cat.

But the cat was bleeding from all seven orifices, its body was a bloody mess, and its fur was all matted.

Jiang Yingjie suddenly remembered that this was the first cat he killed when he was young and naive.

This cat is called Maomao, and was originally kept in the yard by the Fourth Lady.

Every time he went to the Fourth Madam's place, Maomao would stare at him with his round cat eyes without blinking, and his green pupils seemed to be able to see through his soul.

He felt very unhappy at that time, as if all his dirty thoughts were exposed.

He didn't know when it started, but he secretly developed the intention to kill.

Maomao seemed to sense something, and later hid whenever she saw him coming to the Fourth Madam's yard. Unfortunately, she was ultimately unable to escape his clutches. One day, after drinking, Jiang Yingjie brought Maomao some dried fish, which was Maomao's favorite.

After it approached cautiously, he suddenly grabbed it by the back of the neck.

Later, he vented all the malice in his heart on Maomao, and Maomao's screams still echo in his ears.

wrong!

Jiang Yingjie suddenly shuddered all over.

This scream was not his recollection at all, but was actually made by Maomao in front of him, and it was exactly the same sound Maomao made before his death.

"Ouch~owoo~owoo~"

The sound became louder and louder, and at the same time, Maomao's blood-red eyes, filled with vengeful anger, moved closer and closer to his eyes!

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Jiang Yingjie let out unclear cries and struggled to move his body to escape, but his body seemed to be restrained by something and he couldn't move at all.

Then he was even more horrified to find that Maomao was not the only cat around him.

But lots and lots of cats.

Almost every cat was soaked in blood, and some were even bleeding continuously. Soon, a pool of bloody red blood gathered on the ground.

Jiang Yingjie remembered that almost all of these cats had been tortured and killed by him. He remembered some of them very clearly, but he had no memory of others at all.

However, at this moment, those blood-red, dark blue, and emerald green eyes were filled with the same murderous intent...

They showed their sharp claws, bared their teeth, and approached him step by step.

Jiang Yingjie's heart was filled with fear like a tide, and his body was shaking violently. After a while, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the straw mat beneath him was soaked through.

Just then, Maomao suddenly moved.

Its back arched, its hair stood on end, and its bloodstained claws suddenly stretched out, attacking Jiang Yingjie's face. Jiang Yingjie let out a scream, and his fear reached its peak.

Before he could think of how to dodge, the other cats roared and pounced on Jiang Yingjie as if responding to Maomao's call.

Those pairs of sharp claws cut through the air, carrying the rage of revenge, and all fell viciously on Jiang Yingjie.

Sharp pains shot through my body.

Jiang Yingjie's eyes bulged, a terrified scream stuck in his throat as his body was instantly torn apart by countless claws. Blood splattered everywhere, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this moment, Jiang Yingjie felt his body relax and seemed to be able to move.

The severe pain seemed to have lifted some kind of seal.

His body kept rolling, trying his best to avoid the sharp claws that fell on him. Soon his body rolled off the bed and fell to the ground, falling into the pool of blood.

The wet, cold, and sticky liquid instantly surrounded him.

Jiang Yingjie felt like he couldn't breathe. The severe pain and suffocation made his consciousness gradually blur. Everything in front of him became distorted and blurry...

The next morning, the servants came in quietly to serve.

The fourth lady assigned three people in total: an elderly nanny, a young maid, and a servant to help with the work.

This arrangement is acceptable no matter where you go.

Seeing Jiang Yingjie lying on the ground, the three of them looked as if they were used to it. The servant lifted his head, while the old woman and the maid lifted their feet, and the three of them roughly threw him onto the bed as if nothing had happened.

Then he began to water, sweep the floor and tidy up the room with quick movements.

Jiang Yingjie was suddenly awakened, his eyes fluttering open. He glanced around in panic, only to find everything quiet. Sunlight streamed through the open window, spilling into the unusually simple room. The traces of blood from last night were long gone.

Everything seemed like just a nightmare.

His body was still the same as before he went to bed, with no new injuries. Jiang Yingjie breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding.

“Ahh, ahhh…”

He tried hard to make his voice heard, and gestured in the air with his arms, trying to convey some instructions to the three people: he wanted to move out of this quiet room, as there seemed to be ghosts here, including cat ghosts!

Unfortunately, just as they saw him lying on the ground, the three of them ignored his gestures.

Seeing that he woke up, the old woman twitched her nose, then hunched over and walked towards him with an expressionless face.

She quickly pulled off his underwear, wiped his body with the clean part, and then threw it aside.

Then, she mercilessly put on a pair of clean-looking underwear for him. This whole process was smooth and flowing, without any self-consciousness of treating him as a "man".