My Silly, Sweet Wife

As for Shen Lang, he was just over thirty years old, and now he had barely scrambled to the position of copper gong.

Under his command were eight or nine people, all of whom were Foundation Establishment Realm experts.

These people were basically taking turns on night duty, especially after a master at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment Realm was killed, the entire Dragon City was on high alert.

The people of the Heavenly Patrol had almost no days off.

Although Shen Lang and his team were not considered top experts in the entire Imperial City, they were still first-rate talents and had seen a lot.

But now, seeing so many black cats suddenly appear, they still felt a sense of dread.

”Kill them!” Shen Lang felt something was not right and didn’t hesitate, decisively giving the command.

The soldiers immediately drew their waist knives and slashed at the black cats.

Originally, they thought killing these black cats would be a simple task.

But as soon as they charged forward, those black cats sprang up, moving with extreme agility.

”Meow meow meow!”

Accompanied by the meows, dozens of black cats seemed to have agreed in advance, with five or six attacking one person.

They were not only agile but also fast, attacking with deadly precision.

In fact, with just a slight contact, a black cat scratched the back of a soldier’s hand, tearing it open.

Furious, the soldier slashed the black cat that scratched him in half.

Cursing, he said, ”Damn it, what the hell, it actually scratched me!”

But as soon as the words fell, the soldier suddenly felt dizzy, his pupils constricting, feeling as if his soul was being extracted.

Thud!

The soldier collapsed heavily to the ground.

The others, seeing this, turned pale with shock.

”What happened?”

”Xiao Liu, what’s wrong with you? Get up!”

However, the fallen soldier did not get up, nor did he move at all.

Shen Lang quickly stepped forward, slashing several black cats in half and pulled the soldier up.

Feeling for his breath, Shen Lang’s face grew even grimmer.

”He’s dead.”

”What?”

All of them showed varying degrees of horror on their faces.

How could he suddenly die?

Could it really be because of a cat scratch?

But a cat scratch was just a minor wound, could it be that serious?

However, before they realized what had happened, another person’s face was scratched by a black cat.

That person was equally enraged, but didn’t last long before collapsing heavily, dying as well.

In this situation, everyone realized something was wrong.

Shen Lang shouted loudly, ”Everyone be careful, these black cats are extremely eerie, don’t let them hurt you!”

Ye Guichen originally just came to watch the commotion, but now also felt something was wrong with these black cats.

He even felt a sense of familiarity with these black cats.

It seemed they could extract souls or directly destroy them.

Because Ye Guichen, who practiced the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, clearly sensed that the two deceased soldiers died because their souls rapidly weakened and even disappeared after being injured.

Shen Lang’s group did not pay much attention to Ye Guichen.

Now they were already back-to-back, facing those black cats, each with a grave expression as if facing a formidable enemy.

The black cats also surrounded them in a circle, seemingly toying with them, emitting low growls.

Ye Guichen was still standing ten steps away from them but was targeted by four or five black cats.

Four or five black cats pounced towards Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen’s lips curled in a sneer, not expecting that without intending to take action, they would dare provoke him.

Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for being impolite.

Ye Guichen drew the Immortal Slayer Sword, and with one swing, cut the attacking black cats in half.

The Immortal Slayer Sword was no ordinary weapon, and with that swing, even the souls of the black cats were shattered to pieces.

One slash, four or five black cats were annihilated.

Ye Guichen looked up again to find that another person in Shen Lang’s group had died.

Moreover, even Shen Lang himself seemed to have been wounded, and the situation did not look promising.

A group of Foundation Establishment Realm experts getting wounded by black cats would be laughable if word got out.

Ye Guichen didn’t intend to meddle in other affairs, but he had a good impression of Shen Lang.

Seeing that Shen Lang was also injured, he quickly stepped forward, took out a Soul Suppressing Pill, and tossed it to Shen Lang: ”Take this pill quickly.”

Although not sure if the pill would help Shen Lang’s injury, based on the previous observation and contact, Ye Guichen felt these black cats were targeting people’s souls.

As long as the soul was stabilized, the person wouldn’t die.

Shen Lang glanced at Ye Guichen, with a complex look in his eyes, as if realizing he was bound to die, smiled bitterly, and without saying much, tossed his head back and swallowed the pill.

The Soul Suppressing Pill was specially refined by Ye Guichen for nurturing souls.

Even if such a pill was taken by a fragmented soul, it would strengthen its power.

Shen Lang had not harbored any hope, but after taking it, he suddenly felt power surge back into his body, which seemed to be drained earlier.

After several minutes, Shen Lang was still alive.

His subordinates, originally in despair, now saw that Shen Lang was alive and burst into excitement: ”Shen Tongluo, are you alright?”

Shen Lang shook his head: ”I’m not sure exactly, but for now, I don’t feel anything.”

”Meow!”

Just then, the black cats pounced again.

Ye Guichen swung his sword, cutting them in half.