Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed. Xu Mu stayed in his room every day, not going out.
"Meow!"
The door, carved out of a single stone slab, slowly opened to reveal a puppet cat that was snow white all over, as if carved from white jade.
Like a graceful little princess, it stepped into Xu Mu's room.
With its head held high and its tail curled, it trotted around him in a circle before lightly jumping onto Xu Mu's shoulder.
Xu Mu frowned slightly, but because of the woman, he did not drive it away.
Just as he was considering how to speak, the puppet cat slowly opened its broad mouth, from which protruded a metal mask bigger than its own body.
The puppet cat held the mask in its mouth, tilting its head towards Xu Mu in a suggestive manner.
Xu Mu took the mask and asked, "What does this mean?"
"Put it on!"
The puppet cat said.
The voice sounded like a high-class lady with a cold attitude.
Xu Mu was taken aback.
"You can talk?" he asked.
