The grandson of the reborn slick ghost becomes a cat demon

Maybe it's punishment, but I've never regretted it.

I am a cat, a cat that used to be a human being, a wild cat that wanders between human settlements and mountains.

It's been 50 years, and I'm still trying to remember the short time I was a human being, persistently calling myself a meaningless name.It's a pity that I have long forgotten language and writing, and I still remember the situation when I used my paws to outline words on the sand and talked to myself, but now I can only talk to myself in my heart.

After all, I am already too old. I am so old that the fur on my body falls off but no longer grows back. I am so old that my claws have begun to rot, leaving only soft lumps of flesh.

I am too old to hunt down prey, relying on the food stored in the past to survive, but the meat rots quickly and only some fruits and roots of plants are left.

Quite odd for a vegetarian cat to think about.

I feel like I'm about to die. Although I have repeatedly exceeded the limit of my lifespan by relying on my wisdom and will, I think it's really not going to work this time.

I found a cemetery in the forest, and decided to use it as my resting place. The eternal restless heart is absolutely unwilling to be devoured by wild beasts in the wilderness.Only this time I realized that it was too late when I was about to die. At that time, I was unable to use my claws to build a spacious grave for myself, so I had to disturb the predecessor who was one step ahead-an unknown bone.

Afterwards, I moved all the food I stored here, and the tomb of the seniors became narrower and narrower, so I would tell a story to the seniors every day before going to bed as compensation.

In fact, I was too lonely.

I thought with some self-deprecation that people are always lonely when they are old and dying, although I am only a cat now.

A cat is always lonely, especially a cat with a human heart, although I have also been the king of cats, leading a mighty group of cats roaring through the mountains and forests.

I think even if all this is punishment, I will never regret it.

In a trance, I remembered those days when I was still a human being, the me called Lin Xiaonan, and the 50 years since I was reborn as a cat.

"Since you said that this world is too restrictive, are you willing to abandon everything and live again?"

"willing!"

At that time, I answered so positively that I didn't take it seriously at all.

Then what happened?

I died, a sudden car accident, the wheels ran over me mercilessly.

I still remember the feeling at that time, the bones were broken one by one, the muscles were torn and crushed into meat, and then there was an indescribable pain.

I abandoned the world, and the world abandoned me. When I woke up again, I was already a cat, a cat with a snow-white body except for a little black between the eyebrows.

I lowered my head to look at my bare cat body, and I couldn't help being a little sad. I really couldn't hold on anymore. This time I died, I died completely.

My cat matured from the start, and by the time I came to my senses, it was a stray cat in the trash when I was about to eat a mouse.

But I was terrified, and it was hard to resist the desire in my heart and the hunger in my body.

At that time, I didn't know how to use my claws very much, and I was quite repulsed by carrion and other things. Fortunately, I was quite familiar with some human supplies in the garbage dump, so I barely died of starvation.

Learning to be a cat is easier than being a human. After getting rid of the bad habit of eating cooked food, I especially like to eat flying bugs, and the chicken tastes crunchy.With the cat's temperament and human wisdom, hunting quickly became a very simple matter. I still have a little time to raise a little follower.

It's weird for a cat to have another cat as a pet, but who told me I've always been so weird?

After solving the problem of survival, I naturally tried to get close to the crowd, often standing in a corner and watching people coming and going with nostalgia.And I also tried to learn their language and characters, with more effort than I ever had before.The memory of cats is far inferior to that of humans. It took me four or five years to learn all this, and I later learned that it was half a cat's life for most cats.

In this world, nine years is the first limit of a cat's lifespan, although most wild cats do not live to this age.

So for the cat, it is indeed much better to have a so-called owner. There have been all kinds of people who want to take me home.

I don't need an owner, but I sincerely bless those cats who find their own owners. I will never restrain my cats, and I will even find and examine their own owners for my cats.

That was my seventh year as a cat, and there were already hundreds of cats who voluntarily followed me. At night, I often led a group of cats through the city walls and villages, roaring angrily around the houses of those who abused cats.If someone kills cats for fun, then I will lead a group of cats to drive away rats and snakes to retaliate. This is my unshirkable duty as the king of cats.

Soon I also reached the limit of nine years. For the first time, my claws began to fall off, and my weak body ushered in various diseases.I gradually lost the ability to hunt. Although the cats were willing to support me, I still left alone in the dark.

I wandered alone in the mountains and forests, eating everything I could find—fruits, worms, and leaves.

Gradually, the claws grew back and became sharper, and the body became bigger, becoming more like a large civet cat.

From then on, when I walked in the inhabited place, no one regarded me as a pet that could be kept, but a wild beast that drank blood. Everyone looked at me with guarded and fearful expressions.

So the boundless mountains and forests became my home, where even those distant relatives who are called the king of beasts would never try to catch me. The excitement of leading a group of cats in the past.

Although the carefree life of the beast king is what I have always dreamed of, it is really too lonely.

Oh, I'm really greedy.

But even the days of freedom with some regrets were short-lived, and when I was 20 years old, I ushered in the limit of my lifespan.

This time I clearly felt the power of aging, not just the claws, but the muscles of the whole body are beginning to shrink, and the internal organs are exhausted to the point that even breathing needs to be careful.

In the end I didn't even have the strength of my eyes, only a vague consciousness, desperately experiencing the decay of my body, maggots gnawing at my already emaciated cat body.

But I survived, and I clearly remember that all the pain lasted for seven or seven days, and my body began to regenerate itself.I then used my teeth to remove all the carrion and maggots, leaving only the white bones, which were covered with flesh again, and covered with shiny fur again.

My size has grown again, a living little leopard, but I know that I am just a cat.

Having lived for a full 50 years, I gradually felt that there was something wrong with this world. How could there be a cat that lived for 50 years, and how could it be possible to break the limit of life span with hard work?

From time to time, I would even hear some strange sounds and see some strange sights, as if I had encountered a legendary monster.

It may be that I am too old, so old that I have hallucinations, so old that I am about to die.

This is the third time I have encountered what I think is the limit of lifespan. This time, the fur and claws fell off early, and they have not grown out for a year. Even the teeth fell off along with it.

My leopard-like size has also been shrinking, and now I am even smaller than a larger mouse, as if I have become a kitten that is about to grow up again.

However, I know that the catastrophe of life and death has not really come yet.

Some voice in the dark scolded me: A cat is absolutely not allowed to live past 50 years old!

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Soon the catastrophe came, an invisible force was corrupting me, and aging was like a devil quickly sucking away all my strength.

My alert ears had gone deaf, my sharp beard had fallen, my once nimble body was a rotten piece of wood, and soon I couldn't even be aware of it.

His thinking became drowsy, as if everything was in a dream, but he kept on not falling into that eternal sleep with a toughness that came from nowhere.

In fact, I didn't have any fear of death, I was simply unwilling and wanted to break free from the invisible shackles.

Now, it's really a pity.

"Little cat, why did you give up so early?"

Hey, it seems that someone is talking to me.

The author has something to say: I have always felt that Chapter 1 is a bit cumbersome, but I feel that it is really difficult to modify it today