The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"Qianqian, don't resist. We're doing this for your own good."

Aunt Liu stood at the back of the crowd, constantly urging the old men on.

"You lot, go easy on her! Just make sure she can't escape! Wang the Cripple has already given me the money. If you hurt her and she doesn't want it back, you'll have to pay for it yourself!"

Qianqian gripped the dagger tightly in both hands and kept backing away.

But when the sticks struck, Qianqian was powerless to fight back and was quickly subdued by the burly old men.

"If this body weren't so weak, you wouldn't be the ones humiliating me today."

Her voice wasn't quiet, but nobody cared what she said.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyang finally arrived. He took three steps in two and jumped onto Liu the matchmaker's shoulder, his bloody claws aimed directly at her eyeballs.

In an instant, blood and screams erupted simultaneously! "Kill this beast, ahhhhhh—"

Xue Qianqian was startled. Why was he back again?

Several old men pulled out sticks and started hitting the kitten indiscriminately. The kitten scurried around in the confined space, its strength rapidly waning. If it continued running, it would probably collapse soon.

"Xiaobai, run! Run!" Qianqian endured the pain and got up, trying to use her body to bump into him and give him a chance to escape.

Jiang Zhiyang, calm down and think this through! Instead of wasting our energy on these burly old men, let's focus our attack on that matchmaker, Liu. If one of them dies, I refuse to believe anyone will dare to lay a hand on Qianqian!

He definitely can do it; he can protect Qianqian, his master, and his family.

He dodged the old men and bit down hard on the matchmaker Liu's neck. Soon, warm liquid flowed into his mouth. The taste of human blood was both fishy and filthy, making Jiang Zhiyang feel nauseous and scared.

Liu the matchmaker's obese body began to tremble violently, and she screamed incessantly, like a mad bear.

Fists and clubs pounded down on Jiang Zhiyang's spine, the barbs on the clubs embedding themselves in his flesh and then being pulled out, bringing with them bright red blood and flying cat hair.

The harder they hit him, the harder he bit, his claws digging deep into the flesh, concentrating all his strength on that one tooth, and finally biting off a piece of the villain's flesh.

He fell to the ground, feeling as if he had been shattered to pieces. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was filled with Liu the matchmaker's blood, but in reality, it was mostly his own blood.

His vision had long since blurred, and the stench of blood seemed to overflow from his body, overwhelming his ears, nose, and throat.

This time he might really die. He was completely exhausted, and Qianqian's cries were fading into the distance.

Qianqian finally broke free of the rope and pounced on the kitten. The last two blows of the stick, delivered in a fit of rage, struck her back, and tiny beads of blood instantly seeped from her fair skin.

Liu the matchmaker tore off her facade of hypocrisy and screamed hysterically. Her voice trembled incessantly in the air, but when it reached Jiang Zhiyang's ears, he felt an extraordinary sense of satisfaction.

The surroundings gradually quieted down; they had finally left.

……

A few snowflakes fell from the rooftop. The sun rose. Jiang Zhiyang, his eyes blurry, forced himself to stay awake and looked at the wound on Qianqian's back.

This time, it seemed like the road had come to an end. If he died, Qianqian would be all alone in this dilapidated temple. But he didn't regret it. It was as if he had faced countless desperate situations, his heart already dead, but only this time, the feeling of being on the verge of death was the most vivid, and Jiang Zhiyang thought, the most worthwhile. He was Qianqian's only family, and likewise, Qianqian was his only family, whether as a cat or as a human.

I'm just sorry to leave you all alone.

In the final moments of my life, what can I still do for you? Qianqian hasn't eaten for so long, and she's been frightened; she must be very hungry. Jiang Zhiyang's stomach was empty, so it seemed he could only think of Qianqian's stomach. He sniffed, feeling the weak breath spraying onto his filthy cat fur. But he couldn't bring back that fish; he was truly useless.

What else can he do to make Qianqian feel better?

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In an instant, he recalled the conversation between the two burly men: "If dogs can be eaten, why can't cats?"

Is it safe to eat? Maybe.

Since he's already so badly injured, he won't live much longer anyway. If he can become his owner's food, the cat would be willing to do so.

Although he didn't have much flesh on his body, it was enough to feed Qianqian. Jiang Zhiyang struggled to curl up and tried to bite off the fur on his body. It wasn't easy; he had to bite deeper to get some fur off.

"Don't be silly!" Qianqian quickly blocked with her hand. Jiang Zhiyang couldn't react in time and bit her hand, drawing small beads of blood from her delicate skin. Qianqian held the kitten tightly until he stopped moving.

He's so useless...

He was in so much pain that it was difficult for him to even faint, but he could feel a pair of trembling hands carefully bandaging him, and gradually, the cold from blood loss was also kept at bay.

Then, he fell into a warm embrace, and as his arms swayed gently, it felt like he was sitting on a small boat, a small boat going home.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhiyang regained his senses and opened his eyes. He saw that the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Several small flower buds were climbing on the peach branches, looking very delicate.

This is the back hill, in front of Grandma's grave.

Everything in front of him was exceptionally clear, and Jiang Zhiyang felt very energetic, indicating that the kitten was in good physical condition.

His body was bound with red silk, and he lay on Qianqian's lap.

"You're awake."

It was Qianqian's voice.

"Meow meow meow (Qianqian, are you alright?)?"

"I'm fine. By the way, you're that guy, right? Room 306."

Jiang Zhiyang's heart tightened; those memories, seemingly from a past life, returned. The bone dagger! Yes! She was that woman, Duan Heng's, the cat, the woman from last night!

My brain instantly overloaded, and I couldn't think straight.

"This is the dream of the Nightmare Beast, Little White's dream."

A single word awakened me from my reverie; those perplexing scenarios now seemed somewhat reasonable.

Is that reasonable? Actually, it's not really reasonable, is it?

A person turned into a cat? Is the cat dreaming, or is the person dreaming?

"Meow meow meow? Meow meow meow? (Why am I here? Am I dead? Who are you? What's going on?)"

"I don't have time to explain. No, not just me, we all don't have much time left."

Qianqian coughed lightly, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Xiaobai, listen carefully. I'm sorry, I was wrong. I thought that if I drove you away and you didn't get to see Xue Lele's death, you could let go of everything."

Her nose tingled with emotion, and she paused. "Thank you, thank you for not leaving and for always being with me. Once, our family of six lived a carefree life as long as we listened to our parents, but they abandoned me. Later, I could only stay with my grandmother, even though I knew she disliked me. She always murmured that she wanted me to lie in my coffin soon. She's gone now, and I've been abandoned again."

Tears dripped into Jiang Zhiyang's hair. He didn't speak again, but listened quietly to these words that didn't seem to be meant for him.

"Nobody cares about me, nobody calls my name. I'm Xue Lele. Every time they call me Qianqian, I'm reminded of Lele who was abandoned by her parents and her grandmother. It's like I've already evaporated from this world, leaving only an empty shell. But you, Xiaobai, you didn't leave. You made me understand that family is about protecting each other. You are the best kitten in the world, the bravest kitten. You are my family. You protected me."

It wasn't Qianqian, it was Lele. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision and gradually fading her consciousness. It turned out that her momentary burst of energy was nothing more than a last gasp before death.

"So, Xiaobai, don't hold yourself back anymore. We'll meet again. In the next cycle of reincarnation, will you come back to be my family?"

The bone dagger pierced the back of his neck, all pain ceased, and all that remained was a white light; it was as if his soul had been detached from his body.

"Meow, meow (Lele, Lele)."

Jiang Zhiyang shouted weakly.

At the very last moment, Lele, did you hear me calling your name?

Before the grave, under the tree, the girl and the kitten left. Xue Lele had a sweet smile on her face, the sunlight caressing her smile and falling on the little white cat in her arms, its body tightly wrapped with a red silk ribbon, covering the muddy wounds.

Later, the flood surged again, completely destroying the temple and submerging the entire village. No one survived, with the statue standing by indifferently.