She also felt that relying on that feeble energy to save herself was just a waste of time, prolonging the pain.
She had always been most afraid of pain in her life, and at this moment, she would rather waste a life than endure the pain any longer.
So Wen Xiao'ai gave up on this life and, with her last bit of consciousness, recited the Cat Demon Clan's curse for reviving and extending life in her mind—
[In the name of the Cat Demon Clan, Wen Xiao'ai calls upon this place for resurrection, hoping the leaders of the Six Realms will not take offense; with my name, I offer myself as sacrifice, to end this life and continue another, through nine cycles of birth and death, content to be but dust, upon the full moon's appointed hour, let my soul return]
The moment the curse was activated, a glint of light passed across Wen Xiao'ai's forehead, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
After that, she gave up all struggle, and her consciousness and breath faded away at once.
Well then, it seems like Wen Xiao'ai had terrible luck, wasting yet another life...
The figure in white picked up the cat from the case and extended a finger to check its breath.
Confirming that it was dead, the figure in white sighed softly.
The drunkard was right; rescuing was only delaying the inevitable pain.
The figure in white, holding Wen Xiao'ai, left the villa and made his way to the garden in the back.
He ultimately chose a spot under a tree.
He put the cat on the ground and pulled out a new dagger, preparing to dig a hole.
"Even though I don't know whose cat you are, I really should thank you for taking that bullet for our Young Master. Burying you in Wu Garden is a way of expressing gratitude. In your next life, don't become a cat."
"This is a nice place, under the shade of trees, cool in summer and warm in winter. You must protect our Young Master well, grant him a life of peace and health. You know, you're the first animal to be buried in Wu Garden. It's a great honor for you. Farewell."
The figure in white squatted down and skillfully started digging with the dagger, continuing to talk.
Completely unaware that the half-moon in the night sky was rapidly becoming full in time with the clock's steps.
When the previously incomplete moon reached fullness, the whole earth lit up with it.
And that cat, previously devoid of life, seemed to hear some kind of call and suddenly twitched its ears.
Immediately following, a faint purple glow enveloped the entire cat.
Under the shroud of this pale purple light, the wounds on her body visibly healed at a rapid pace.
"Wow..." A cry of a crow made this bizarre scene even more eerie.
It also startled the figure in white, who was digging a hole under the tree.
When the figure in white looked up, he locked eyes with a pair of blood-red pupils.
The Blood Crow was so black that it seemed to merge with the night. If not for those eyes, it would have been difficult to spot.
If not for the figure in white's good eyesight and the moonlight helping out, at that moment he might have tossed the dagger and rushed into Qing Yi's room, claiming he saw a pair of red eyes floating in a tree.
After coming to his senses, the figure in white abruptly stood up to shoo away this ominous bird:
"Off you go, off you go, get out of here. This is not the place for you. Be careful, or I might roast you to accompany the drunkard's drink."
The Blood Crow seemed to understand the warning, its blood-red eyes taking a long and deep look at Wen Xiao'ai, who was undergoing changes behind the figure in white.
Then it flapped its wings and flew away from Wu Garden...
Seeing the crow flee, the figure in white looked up at the moon, now like a round disc in the sky, and muttered, "No wonder it suddenly got so bright."
Then he squatted down again, without looking at the cat behind him, and continued digging, all the while mumbling, "This is really unlucky."
In just half a minute, the glow around the cat faded, and Wen Xiao'ai suddenly opened her eyes.
Her deep blue eyes, like glimmering lapis lazuli, seemed to gather the vastness of the ocean, their beauty making it difficult to look away.
One gaze, and it was as if you would drown in their depths.