Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The pounding on the wall turned into a dull thud, and the man's arrogant curses could be heard from time to time.

Lin Ying had big hands and a small head. After realizing that he had covered the wrong ears, he raised his right palm and covered both of her ears directly.

But her ears were soft, and covering them loosely seemed unable to block out any noise.

Lin Ying had no choice but to tighten her palms, focus on her ears and pinch them.

Jingzhi's scalp was forced to pull up, and his two round eyes were turned into fox eyes. His whole head felt tense, as if his mother was combing his hair when he was a child.

"Xiaoying, my head is tight."

Lin Ying lowered her head, her face serious: "I'll cover you up, you go to sleep."

She was speechless. It would be strange if she could sleep.

She couldn't hold on for more than 30 seconds and begged for mercy, "Xiaoying, let go. I can't even close my eyelids."

She struggled uncomfortably for a few times, and Lin Ying quickly let go of her hand. Her ears slipped off, and her scalp still felt tight. She subconsciously bent down and scratched her head with her hind paws.

Before she could dig twice, he gently pinched her hind paw again, "Rubbing your head with your feet? What are you thinking?"

Jingzhi was stunned and stammered a rebuttal:

"Don't cats and dogs always scratch their ears like this? Haven't you seen it?"

"I have seen it, but..." The noise in his ears continued, and the sleep-deprived Lin Ying became more and more angry.

Halfway through his words, he put his arm around the kitten and with his other hand grabbed the coat on the chair next to him and casually draped it over his shoulders. He stood up and walked towards the stairs, while teaching her like an old father:

"But now that I can transform into a human form, I have to change these habits."

"I just instinctively... But why did you come up here? Didn't we agree to get along harmoniously?"

Lin Ying lowered her head, met the pair of eyes that contained a hint of mockery, and was suddenly speechless.

This cat is so cunning and knows how to use his words as a cudgel.

He frowned, "They're making too much noise. I'm afraid they'll tear down the house, and then we'll have to live on the streets."

"I'll come up here to mediate and then I'll leave." Afraid that she wouldn't believe him, he added.

Jingzhi clicked her tongue twice, lay on his arm, and wagged her tail leisurely.

She could only say that no matter how high the flag is, it will eventually be torn down.

The increasingly clear curses were evidence of this.

The man said with full energy, "Hit harder! Haven't you eaten?!"

The woman's voice was vague and ethereal, she said timidly, "You, my husband, have eaten all the incense and candles..."

"Dare to talk back?! Come here!"

"Snapped!"

"Ah!" The woman screamed, but it was suddenly suppressed and turned into a sob of grievance.

"Why are you crying? Haven't I been good to you, husband? Come here and suck my toes!"

Jingzhi shuddered and hid his hind legs in Lin Ying's arms. "Your 'neighbor' is such a jerk! Bah! He's such a lowly ghost! He beat up a female ghost and even asked someone to suck his toes! What a pervert!"

Lin Ying looked a little embarrassed, and did not answer her, but walked up quietly.

This house belongs to someone else.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Since he lives in the house of this ghost couple, he can't interfere too much.

Just a little persuasion would be enough, he thought.

There was another commotion in the house.

"You can't even suck your toes, come here!!"

"Snapped!!"

Lin Ying frowned and immediately pushed the door open and went in.

A ghost was blown away and rushed towards him, and Lin Ying subconsciously helped it.

The male ghost in the photo groaned, pointed at Lin Ying's nose and cursed: "You old thing, how dare you touch my wife?!"

The female ghost quickly jumped away, lowered her head and took two steps back.

"I just gave her a hand." Lin Ying suppressed her anger. "We live on the same floor as each other, so let's leave some space for each other so we can meet again in the future."

The male ghost floated over, hugged the sobbing female ghost's shoulders, raised his chin and pointed his nose at Lin Ying, and said arrogantly:

"My wife and I have some free time to fight, practice some fancy shooting, sing some songs, and enjoy the pleasures of the boudoir, old man, isn't that okay?"

Lin Ying rolled her eyes secretly and said lightly along the cat's fur: "I don't like it when you treat your wife like this."

I don’t know which word suited Jingzhi’s taste. She grinned and controlled her tail, wrapping around Lin Ying’s wrist again and again.

The male ghost laughed loudly, "It's hard for a judge to judge family affairs. I like to beat my wife, that's my business, and she also likes to be beaten by me. If she doesn't get beaten by me for a day, she won't feel comfortable. Don't you think so, Ajuan?"

Ajuan didn't say anything, but just nodded perfunctorily and aggrievedly.

"say!"

Ajuan: “Yes… yes.”

"I think your voice sounds a bit unconvinced?"

Ajuan covered her face to avoid the male ghost's fist, but she never thought that this action would directly make the domestic violence male ghost lose face and break his defense.

"Hey, you dare to hide from me?!"

He punched again.

Lin Ying stretched out two fingers and clamped his wrist.

The seemingly light action made the male ghost unable to move.

The male ghost was furious. "Old man, I beat my wife, why are you meddling in her business? Her family doesn't care about her, so why should you?"

Lin Ying patted the kitten, and the cat's tail seemed to understand what he meant and slowly let go.

Lin Ying walked up to the ghost girl and asked:

"What did you call me?"

The female ghost lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye. She only glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, "Sir."

Jingzhi: Why call him Young Master? If he is the descendant of Erdi, he should be called Ancestor.

Lin Ying also felt uncomfortable with this title. He murmured to himself, "I'm so old, why should I be called a young master?"

The ghost girl hesitated, and finally, under Lin Ying's encouraging gaze, she whispered another name:

"Uncle."

Lin Ying: “That’s right.”

The male ghost grabbed the female ghost and said, "Fuck you! Get out of here!"

Lin Ying placed the cat on the table, slowly folded up her sleeves, lowered her eyes and whispered: "Since she calls me uncle, then I..."

Male ghost: "You what?"

Lin Ying clenched his fists, making a crackling sound. "... then he has the right to ask questions."

With a bang, the male ghost was knocked flying and hit the wall.

He covered his eyes, his face full of disbelief, "You hit me?"

Jingzhi was so excited that he stood up and clapped his paws wildly, "Hit him, Xiaoying, hit him!"

The male ghost looked at Jingzhi, his eyes almost popping out of his head, "Monster, monster!"

Jingzhi stuck out her cat tongue at him and said, "You're still a ghost! What are you making such a fuss about?"

Lin Ying picked up the big hammer in the corner, turned around, and swung the hammer vigorously. "Don't you like being hit? You can take it."

The strength of his waist drove the hammer, and with a bang, the hammer hit the male ghost's chest.

The male ghost patted his chest and laughed like a sadist. "I feel better now. You are much stronger than that bitch. Give it a couple more hits. Hahahaha."

"Heh..." Lin Ying smiled coldly, raised the hammer, and drew a talisman in the air in front of the hammer.

The rune flashed red light, and he slapped it with his palm, and it directly merged into the hammer.

Lin Ying spun around and used the sledgehammer to hammer hard at the male ghost who came towards him spontaneously.

With just one hit, the male ghost's facial features were distorted with pain.

What follows is a drama where you chase me and I run away, and if you chase me again, I can't escape even if I have wings.

Lin Ying, who was full of anger, punched the male ghost 981 times. The last punch pushed him directly against the wall.

Jingzhi's little cat paws were almost broken from clapping, and his eyes were completely curved into two downward arcs, "Little Yingchao is awesome! He's like the Cheng Yaojin of the living."

Lin Ying gave her a funny look, then turned back to glare at the male ghost, "Are you convinced?"

"I'm convinced. I'm convinced from the bottom of my heart. This time, even my voice is convinced."

"Will you still beat your wife in the future?"

The male ghost's body was weakened, so he dared not act rashly. He quickly shook his head.

Jingzhi transformed into a child, walked over, looked up at the male ghost, and drove him away with a cold face:

"This house is not yours, get out of here."

Lin Ying looked at her in surprise, but she had no time to explain.

The male ghost's eyes were rolling around, and it was obvious that he had some evil intentions. "Can I pack two clothes before leaving?"

Jingzhi: "No."

The male ghost ignored her and looked at Lin Ying.

Lin Ying's momentum suddenly increased. "Look carefully at who I am."

The male ghost took a closer look and was immediately intimidated by the rich Taoist aura emanating from Lin Ying. "Ghost Catcher Master?"

Lin Ying: "Leave now."

If it wasn't a ghost, the male ghost would have peed his pants out of fear. He pointed at A Juan and trembled, "Then can I take my wife with me..."

Jingzhi swung a whip at his ghost hand, "No!"

The whip was given to her by Caolu, and it was easy to beat a ghost with it.

The male ghost covered his burning arm and dared not ask for anything anymore. He turned into a blue flame and escaped through the window.

Lin Ying was confused, but since Ajuan was here, he couldn't ask directly.

So he took Jingzhi's hand and walked downstairs.

"Uncle, my husband is gone, what should I do?" Ajuan asked while holding the door frame, rolling up her sleeves and wiping her tears.

Lin Ying turned around and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have a husband like that. You can still live in that room from now on. I won't kick you out."

"I don't know either." Jingzhi looked at Ajuan, showing her his little teeth and smiled.

Memories buried deep in my mind suddenly surfaced.

Ajuan looked at the little face, feeling confused and uncertain.

The Liang family had been taught since childhood to keep one thing a secret - the fact that their ancestor was a civet cat.

It has been passed down to her for the fifth generation.

She had never seen Jingzhi, but she felt that she was somewhat similar to the woman in the portrait at home and the prototype.

Or, let me ask you one more question? They won't beat her, right?

Ajuan hesitated, completely frightened by her ghost husband's pua.

"Is there something wrong?" Jingzhi asked.

Ajuan took a step forward, then took two steps back, lowered her head and hid behind the door. Her voice was quieter than a mosquito's, "No, it's okay."

Tsk, she didn’t inherit Erdi’s dark and arrogant personality at all. At the very least, she can be like her.

Jingzhi couldn't bear to watch any longer, "Stand up straight! This isn't the old society anymore. Women hold up half the sky. Stand up straight!"

Ajuan, who was hunched over with her head down, seemed to receive a call from deep within her soul. Her waist snapped straight and she said, "Straight, straighten it!"

"...I don't know who he looks like?"

Jingzhi muttered to herself and turned to walk downstairs.

Lin Ying fell behind her one step and fell into deep thought as he looked at her cheerful back.

Why did he feel that the kitten looked at Ajuan with a feeling of disappointment? Could it be that they knew each other?

Ajuan has been dead for more than a hundred years, and the kitten said she was five years old.

From this we can conclude that facts speak louder than words and the kitten lied.

Looking at Jingzhi, who had turned into a cat again and nestled into his quilt, Lin Ying walked over, half-knelt down, and lifted the kitten's chin. "How old are you?"

His expression was too serious, and Jingyi was speechless for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, she finally whispered:

"More than five hundred years old."

Lin Ying was almost laughing out of anger. He shook off her tail and stood up. "He's over five hundred years old. He shouldn't be a child if he turns into a human. You lied to me again."

Jingzhi's mouth dropped open slightly, and she was completely stunned. Seeing Lin Ying turned and walked away, she quickly changed into her twenties and followed him, explaining frantically:

"Xiaoying, I didn't mean to do this. I was afraid you would reject me."

Lin Ying didn't bother to look back at her, and slammed the door shut. "Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts."

"I wanted to be friends with you, but this is how you lied to me?"

Jingzhi wanted to save the situation again, "Xiaoying, you won't guard the stairs anymore?"

Lin Ying walked over to the table and sat down, staring blankly at the clothes still bunched up on the table. "They're just busy playing cards tonight, so they don't care about what's going on upstairs. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Jingzhi knocked on the door gently, pausing after every two knocks, as if to give him some psychological hint, "It's the baby bed we agreed on, I can sleep in it, please let me in."

The clear child's voice turned into the ethereal voice of an adult woman. Lin Ying thought of how she had hugged her and touched her, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

Listening to the regular knock on the door, I almost slipped out the word "good" on the tip of my tongue.

Lin Ying covered her mouth, secretly wondering if something was wrong with him.

"You'll sleep in one room by yourself from now on."

"Don't come into my room again unless you have something to do."

Jingzhi leaned her back against the door and gradually slid down. She hugged her knees and her eyes turned red silently.

He might as well be a mute, because everything he said hurt her so much.

"Aying, it's late. I'll clean the room tomorrow. I'm smaller now, so I can sleep in my own little bed. Is that okay for just one night?"

"Click."

The door opened and she leaned back and almost fell.

Lin Ying originally wanted to support him with her hands, but due to the difference between men and women, she used her feet instead.

She tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

As if afraid that he would accuse her of lying to him again, Jingzhi completely changed back to her original form this time.

Several cat tails were scattered on the ground, and two cat ears were on the head.

A white dress wrapped around her exquisite body, and her two beautiful eyes looked at him with tears in their eyes.

After a moment of surprise, Lin Ying immediately turned her face away, tiptoed to avoid her tail, and walked towards the stairs.

"You sleep in the room, and I'll sleep under the stairs."

Her eyes became even redder. “I…”

Lin Ying turned her face to the side and raised her hand to press down, "You are not a child anymore, don't tell me why you are afraid."

The recliner was diagonally opposite his door.

Without looking at her again, he took off his shoes and lay down in his clothes.

Jingzhi knew that she was wrong and didn't dare to go closer to make him angry.

She went into the room and took out the kitten bed that Lin Ying had made for her with a ball of clothes, and placed it on the chair in the corner opposite him.

He turned around and turned into a little kitten and lay in the nest.

The cold moonlight shines through the windows onto the man and the cat.

It was only three meters away, but it seemed like a huge chasm.

As long as Xiaowu falls asleep, he will not be disturbed.

Only from the apprentice's room could be heard the occasional, suppressed sound of cards being thrown.

Lin Ying secretly opened her eyes and looked at the little kitten curled up not far away.

It was a small, pitiful looking ball, lacking at all the gorgeousness it had when it first transformed into a human form.

He pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut.

What little kitten? She is not, she is a liar.