"Meow~!"
"Where did this dead cat come from! Black and ugly, bad luck! Quickly, drive it out."
"Meow!"
The low-pitched cat cry, cursing and pleading were heard.
The girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
The pale face with these eerily dark eyes was indescribably creepy.
People in the room did not notice that the girl had woken up and were still hitting the black cat with a broom as it darted around.
"Crack!"
Thunder and lightning outside, dark clouds billowing.
The girl furrowed her brow, her delicate features moving slightly, adding a touch of spiritual energy.
A black shadow leapt onto the girl's belly in an instant.
At this moment, everyone looked over.
"Chloe!" Before the girl could react, a woman rushed over, "You're awake! Is there any discomfort?"
"An unlucky black cat, quickly drive it out," another sharp, annoyed voice came.
"Granny, use pliers to clamp its neck."
"Hurry and get them."
A youngster ran out to grab pliers and poked towards the black cat, even pushing the woman who was just about to reach the girl's bedside.
A pale hand reached out first and grabbed the black cat.
The youngster stepped back and looked towards the old woman in the room.
Old Madam was annoyed, "Take this unlucky thing and scald it to death."
"Chloe, put it down, this thing suddenly appeared, it's bad luck." The woman softly advised.
"She was driven home to eat and live here, but she caused so much trouble. She should just lie down and be quiet. Give it to Xavier, this unlucky thing will only be clean once it's scalded to death." Old Madam didn't get close, commanding the youngster in the room to take the cat.
The black cat nestled in the girl's palm, gently rubbing its fluffy head against her.
The girl slowly sat up, putting the black cat back in her arms. The cat turned its head, its purple and black eyes flashing an eerie light.
The girl on the bed holding the unlucky black cat was so creepy at first glance!
"Granny, her brain doesn't work properly, even something as unlucky as this gets close to her. Everyone says she's mentally handicapped, and they're definitely right." The young boy stood behind the Old Madam, pointing disgustedly at the girl on the bed.
"Xavier, she's your cousin, how could you talk about her like that." As a mother, she couldn't bear even her own family treating her daughter like an outsider when they called her daughter mentally handicapped.
Old Madam angrily said, "What are you yelling at, Xavier's not wrong. If her brain functioned, she wouldn't have been driven back. Her studies are the worst, and the things she does are strange. You know how much trouble she's caused for our family. Quickly take this filthy thing out, the doctor just said her funeral needs to be prepared when she suddenly woke up, this filthy thing must have followed her from the road to hell."
"Mother, Chloe didn't pass away, how can you say such a thing," the young woman sat down, defending the girl on the bed with wet and slightly swollen eyes, looking like she just cried.
Chloe was surrounded by this woman's breath and wrinkled her nose in discomfort.
She had wandered for a hundred years and had been practicing for countless years before that. This family once guarded the Spirit Land.
She raised her slender wrist and glanced at it. There was still a scratch on the back of her hand.
Today she had encountered bullying at school and had been unconscious since being brought home.
Chloe slid off the bed, the black cat closely following her, not making a sound.
"Chloe, you can't get out of bed yet, the doctor said..."
"Quickly catch this filthy thing." Old Madam immediately pointed to the black cat and yelled.
The youngster quickly grabbed a rope.
A slender, pale hand twisted the youngster's wrist with a light force.
"Ouch ouch ouch... Granny."
"What are you doing, let go of Xavier," the patriarchal Old Madam angrily picked up the pliers leaning against the wall and swung it towards Chloe.
"Don't touch it," Chloe's voice was somewhat hoarse, having just woken up she felt as uncomfortable as a waste, so she didn't have much patience.
Her slender white fingers lifted slightly, and the black cat meowed, suddenly rushing out into the pitch-black rainy night, disappearing into a wisp of black smoke in the distance.
When the black cat ran away, the noise in the house stopped.
Footsteps were heard outside.
The head of the household Fred Foster returned.
Chloe's uncle accompanied Fred Foster.
"What's the noise about?"
Old Madam was still holding the pliers, and Fred Foster's face darkened when he saw the scene before him.
The youngster immediately went up and complained: "Grandfather, Chloe hit me, Granny was taking revenge for me."