The lights flickered inside the funeral shop that never closed day and night.
Huang Xiaoliu seemed to be under a body fixation technique, standing still in the shop.
In front of it, a black cat was pacing back and forth.
Xu Qing looked at the trembling little yellow weasel who kept throwing pleading glances at him and chose to ignore it.
In the future, they would inevitably be under the same roof, so for now, he treated it as advanced desensitization training.
"Is this the newly hired scout?"
Xuan Yu stopped his pacing and looked at Xu Qing.
"Is the Hall Master dissatisfied?"
Upon hearing Xu Qing call him Hall Master in the presence of Huang Xiaoliu, the black cat's ears twitched. As a deity of the Cat Immortal Hall, it was the first time it had heard this title.
Xuan Yu glanced at Huang Xiaoliu and slightly critiqued, "A bit dull, looks not very smart."
Upon hearing this, Huang Xiaoliu almost cried out loud. Which weasel dares to move recklessly when they see a cat?
