Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 70 Fighting with the Demon
Zhuo Qingfeng's eyes suddenly widened.

The white cat exuded a cold aura, and its blood-red eyes flashed with strange light in the darkness, like two bottomless cold pools, staring straight into Zhuo Qingfeng's heart.

In an instant, Zhuo Qingfeng felt a chill running up from his tailbone and quickly spreading throughout his body. Every inch of his skin was covered with goose bumps, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

"what happened?"

Gu Mo was very close to Zhuo Qingfeng and could clearly sense that Zhuo Qingfeng was actually afraid. He was actually shocked.

"Demon, cat demon!"

Zhuo Qingfeng spoke in disbelief.

Gu Chudong ran over quickly, and when she saw the huge white cat outside the window, her whole body froze. One hand tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, but her whole body was stiff and she didn't have the courage to pull it out.

"Brother... there really is a cat demon!" Gu Chudong stammered, "It's... it's really big, there is... there is..."

"It's as big as a cow, completely white, with blood-red eyes!"

Gu Mo suddenly spoke.

Zhuo Qingfeng and Gu Chudong were both shocked. Gu Chudong was so surprised that she forgot her fear for a moment and asked, "Brother, are your eyes okay?"

"No."

Gu Mo's expression remained calm as he said, "I still can't see anything, but the strange thing is that I can see that big white cat. In my eyes, it's floating in the darkness."

Gu Chudong said, "It's lying on the rockery."

at this time,

Zuo Yue also calmed down a little from his panic, took out a whistle and started blowing it, and the high-pitched sound resounded through the sky.

At that moment,

Whistles rang out all around the courtyard. These were the Dongshan Sword Sect's special warnings. At the same time, many Dongshan Sword Sect disciples rushed over.
However, just after entering the courtyard, the group of people in the front stopped in their tracks, their faces instantly lost all color, their eyes were filled with fear and dread, and their sharpness just now disappeared in an instant. Although they still held the swords tightly in their hands, some of them even trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the scabbards made a rustling sound when they collided, which was particularly clear in this tense atmosphere.

The white cat suddenly opened its mouth and made a creepy sound. The sound was like a baby crying, but with a bit of a shrill roar. It kept echoing in the silent space, as if it could drill straight into the depths of people's souls, making those who heard it feel their scalps numb.

Many of the Dongshan Sword Sect's disciples were terrified. What was even more terrifying was that the white cat actually spoke slowly and uttered a low voice: "I don't want to kill anyone. Get out!"

Everyone was terrified and stepped back unconsciously.

Only Zhuo Qingfeng, who was standing at the window, suddenly shouted, "Mr. Cat Demon, you must have a reason for killing people, right?"

The white cat turned its head to look at Zhuo Qingfeng, then suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a row of sharp fangs. It let out a deafening roar and angrily said, "I killed people for him and stole treasures, but he didn't keep his promise. He deserves to die!"

The sound waves were so loud that they made everyone's ears buzz.

Immediately afterwards, it flashed and pounced towards Zhuo Qingfeng like white lightning, so fast that people had no time to react.

Zhuo Qingfeng only felt a flash before his eyes, and the white cat was already very close. There was a fierce light flashing in its blood-red eyes, and it stared at Zhuo Qingfeng intently, as if it was going to eat him alive in the next second.

Zhuo Qingfeng's body tensed up instantly, and every muscle became stiff with fear, as if he was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

His eyes widened as he stared at the white cat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, threatening to burst through. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, slid across his pale cheeks, and dripped into the dust beneath his feet. He instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword, wanting to draw it to meet the enemy, but his fingers seemed to be unable to move, weak and powerless. The sword, which he could easily draw on any day, now seemed stuck in its scabbard, unable to budge.

At this moment, Zhuo Qingfeng suddenly felt a suction force coming from behind, and he flew backwards.

It was the Dragon Capturing Technique that Gu Mo used.

Zhuo Qingfeng flew back lightly like a kite with a broken string. At the same time, Gu Mo strode forward with great momentum. The two of them crossed each other, their clothes rustling.

Gu Mo did not hesitate to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. A powerful golden light shone from his palms, and the wind from his palms whistled. The air around him seemed to be torn apart by the fierce palm power, making a hissing sound.

The golden palm print was like a roaring dragon, striking towards the white cat with its fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the walls collapsed. A deep gully was plowed into the ground by this powerful force, and weeds and gravel were swept into the air like a small storm.

However, strangely, the palm strike seemed to have hit the air, and the white cat turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

The next moment, the smoke that had dissipated slowly gathered again and condensed in mid-air. The white cat landed lightly on the roof with an elegant and agile posture. Its four paws stepped steadily on the tiles without making a sound.

After standing on the roof, it turned its head slightly, and its pair of green eyes flashed cold and mysterious light in the sunlight, like a deep cold pool, making it difficult to guess its inner thoughts.

It stared quietly at the people below, with a hint of teasing in its eyes, as if hiding endless secrets. After a moment, it slowly turned around, its white tail swaying gently like a nimble snake. Then, its figure gradually blurred and turned into a wisp of misty smoke, disappearing into the night. At the same time, the densely packed cats also ran away.

At this time, more and more people came to the courtyard.
Inside the gate of the Dongshan Sword Sect, masters were flying over from the roofs of various houses using their lightness skills. After a while, the sect leader Zhao Congwu arrived. At the same time, the sect leaders of the other three sword sects also arrived. They were all old men over 60 years old like Zhao Congwu.

When they heard that the cat demon had appeared and was causing trouble, everyone was shocked.

Zhao Congwu immediately ordered his disciples to maintain order at the scene, and then the four of them quickly flew into the courtyard.

now,

In the courtyard room,
Gu Chudong hurried to Gu Mo and asked with concern, "Brother, are you okay?"

Gu Mo shook his head slightly and said, "I attacked, and the white cat didn't fight back. What can happen to me?"

Gu Chudong said nervously, "But that's a cat demon. Who knows if it might have some incomprehensible tricks?"

Gu Mo waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's okay."

At this moment,
Zhuo Qingfeng said, "Master Gu, aren't you quite afraid of ghosts and gods? How come you still dared to attack us when all of us were frightened just now?"

Gu Mo quietly put the flying knife he was holding back to his waist, shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm just entangled in whether there are really monsters in this world, but I've never been afraid. My martial arts allow me to admit defeat, but not fear!"

"Now, do you believe it?"

"I believe it."

"why?"

"I'm a blind man, but, I just saw it, and I don't quite believe it."

"why?"

"Because when I saw it, I couldn't hear the cat meowing anymore."

(End of this chapter)