Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 680 [Land of Grace] 2

The cat who came to observe Fenglan saw that she quickly adapted to her body, and apart from being a little lost at first, she showed no signs of embarrassment or confusion.

This made the cat, who wanted to watch the humans have a good time, quite bored.

"Meow~"

Bored, the cat left.

Most of the cats in front of Feng Lan disappeared instantly, leaving only three or four scattered ones.

Her gaze swept over the four cats: one black and white cat, looking for plum blossoms in the snow; two chubby cats that resembled pear blossoms and lynxes; and a cow cat that was clearly watching the excitement, very curious about the newcomers, with bright eyes that also revealed a hint of dazedness.

Don't ask why Fenglan wrote the most profiles of this cow cat, because out of the four cats, this cat's emotions are the most straightforward and easy to understand, written directly on its face.

When making eye contact with Feng Lan, the cow cat will stare back at her with wide eyes, never being the first to look away or blink.

Feng Lan: "..."

childish.

She looked away and walked around the room on her four pinkish-white paws.

This is a room with an ancient style. In the center of the room is a stove with wisps of smoke coming out of the mouth of a mythical lion. The smoke rises straight up to the roof beam and then coils around the room, filling it with a faint fragrance. A swaying tail tip extends from the roof beam, which is one of the tiger cats.

Another tiger cat lay on a pearwood chair in the room, with a painting behind it depicting a fat tiger cat smelling roses.

Only the sheriff cat, searching for plum blossoms in the snow, maintained the most dignified and composed posture, sitting on a low table by the window on the right side of the room. A few plum blossoms drifted in slowly from outside the window, and in front of the empty seat opposite was a cup of hot... hot milk?!

"Meow."

Please use it.

The other party's black tail swept across.

Now, Feng Lan was absolutely certain that the other person was talking to her. She meowed and jumped onto the low table without hesitation. Looking at the milk on the table, she hesitated and wondered, "Most cats, I think, are lactose intolerant?"

The black cat's whiskers twitched, and it seemed to smile—Feng Lan thought that could be considered a smile.

"Meow……"

This is not the human world, and there are no rules. We don't experience birth, aging, sickness, or death...

A low, meowing sound, like the tolling of a chime, came from the black cat's throat, with a barely perceptible hoarseness at the end. The cat leisurely curled up its long tail and took a steady sip from the tea... milk cup in front of it.

"Meow..."

You can think of us as cat gods with the appearance of cats. Apart from retaining some feline habits and language, we are very different from normal cats.

"Understood." Feng Lan nodded, the milk in the teacup flowing into her mouth. As for drinking like a kitten... well, let her think about it.

She finally understood: this group of people, whether they had serious business to attend to or not, all loved to have fun!

After finishing their tea, which eased the tension between them, the black cat jumped down from the low table and meowed.

Your task is simple: find the fake spirits among us. The more fake spirits you find before you leave, the greater the reward.

"What is the standard for judgment?" Feng Lan did not see a specific standard for 'spirit' in her memory.

The black cat gave her a meaningful look.

"Meow--"

When they reveal their flaws, you can truly distinguish them from us.

"Oh, do you have any ready-made ones for me to see?" Feng Lan didn't accept the other party's suspense and asked for a specific standard. "Without a sample, I can't distinguish them. I might grab some normal cats by mistake, or have an imposter walk past me without me recognizing it."

The black cat looked down at Feng Lan. Although the bodies of these outsiders were shaped by energy, it did not change their essence. Feng Lan was tiny, not even as tall as one of its legs.