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Zhu Minglang himself was also puzzled.

How could such complex matters exist within the small confines of the Prime Minister’s Mansion?

“So where is your lover now?” Zhu Minglang immediately changed the subject and asked.

“He drowned,” said the lady of the Prime Minister’s family, calmly.

“Drowned? Was it an accident, or…” Zhu Minglang felt that things were becoming more and more bizarre.

The lady hesitated for a moment before finally saying, “I had people take care of it. I couldn’t let my father and others find out about it, so I dealt with him… Well, he knew this would be the outcome.”

Zhu Minglang was left speechless!

Such a ruthless noblewoman! To preserve her reputation, she didn’t hesitate to poison those in the know, to murder her lover.

But since she had already “taken care of” the matter so “cleanly,” why call upon the so-called expert? There must be something troubling her.

Zhu Minglang’s gaze involuntarily turned towards the Yin Spirit Necromancer girl, eager to hear her opinion, for she was the one able to communicate with spirits and could clearly know the deepest, darkest truths within the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

“Miss, you’ve been hearing a cat’s meow in your dreams lately, haven’t you? And occasionally you feel light footsteps by your bed, right?” the Yin Spirit Necromancer Zhi Rou spoke.

“Yes, I wake up in the middle of the night and I even see a pair of eerie green cat’s eyes. I always feel like something is licking my cheeks and palms,” said the Lady Xiangguo.

“Can you take us to your room to have a look?” the Yin Spirit Necromancer Zhi Rou asked.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping these past few days,” Lady Xiangguo said.

After committing so many heinous deeds, it would be a miracle if she could sleep peacefully, Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but sneer to himself.

Arriving in the young lady’s room, the Yin Spirit Necromancer Zhi Rou looked around, her light purple eyes shining with an eerie glow, as if she could see into another world.

Her pupils would occasionally focus on seemingly empty spaces, under the bed, beside the window sill, behind the planter.

Zhu Minglang, standing to the side, simply stroked his chin, pretending to be seriously searching for the ghostly spirits.

However, Zhu Minglang noticed a detail: there was a very faint demonic aura in the room.

Creatures that live long enough in this world tend to become cunning spirits or demons, and Dragon Shepherds are very sensitive to such scents. Zhu Minglang took another look and saw that in a corner of the young lady’s room, there was a bowl of cat food.

“Miss, don’t you keep a cat?” Zhu Minglang pointed to the planter where a few strands of cat hair were scattered, then to the bowl of cat food.

“Yes, but the cat I keep has black pupils, and it never makes a sound,” said the Lady Xiangguo.

“Your cat has become a spirit,” Zhu Minglang said with certainty.

“How is that possible!” the Lady Xiangguo exclaimed.

“It knows its kittens were poisoned by your medicine, so it has been tormenting you,” the Yin Spirit Necromancer Zhi Rou also spoke up.

Lady Xiangguo’s complexion also changed, and she looked around, hoping to find her pet calico cat, which had accompanied her for many years. However, the cat was now nowhere to be seen, as if it had sensed some danger and hidden itself.

“We can take care of this calico cat for you, and your problem should be resolved,” said Zhu Minglang.

“No way!” Lady Xiangguo said in a panic.

“Why not?”

“It has been with me for ten years, no means no, I don’t need you anymore, please leave,” Lady Xiangguo’s tone shifted.

Zhu Minglang was even more speechless.

This Lady Xiangguo, her heart was also severely twisted.

She dared to kill even her lover, yet she had compassion for a cat that had turned into a demon?

Since they had been given the order to leave, Zhu Minglang and Zhi Rou couldn’t stay any longer.

But Zhu Minglang had made up his mind to deal with a demon that had become a monster; such beings often ended up harming many people.

Moreover, Zhu Minglang always felt that Lady Xiangguo’s behavior was especially peculiar, but he couldn’t tell if that was her true nature or if she was influenced by something.

While the demon aura was faint, Zhu Minglang could still sense it. If nothing unexpected occurred, the calico cat must have slipped into the locust tree forest behind the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and following this lingering demon aura, he would quickly find its hiding place.

Behind the locust forest stood a ruined temple. As Zhu Minglang and Zhi Rou stepped into this temple, a sharp screech suddenly rang out—it was that demon calico cat. Its eyes were a ghostly green at the moment, the fur on its body bristled, and its claws were sharp; it clearly harbored deep hostility towards the intruders!

“Little Cat Demon, you would have gone unnoticed if you had behaved as a mere pet, but you chose to use Sorcery and hold resentment, thus exposing your true nature,” Zhu Minglang said to the Cat Demon.

A cat turning into a Demon Spirit, due to living with humans for a long time, would actually carry a very weak demon aura. However, it had cast a demon spell on Lady Xiangguo, and the aura of this spell lingered in the house, detectable by a sensitive Dragon Shepherd.

Frankly speaking, this calico cat didn’t mean to harm anyone. Even if it lived for a thousand years, or even ten thousand, nobody would notice anything amiss.

“Big brother, something is off about this calico cat,” the Yin Spirit Necromancer girl Zhi Rou said at this moment.

Zhu Minglang looked and noticed that the aura of the calico cat was changing. The temple was already dark and eerie, but the cat’s body was starting to glow with a ghostly light, especially its greenish-blue pupils, which were giving off a terrifying vibe!

“Bai Qi!”

Zhu Minglang extended his palm, opening the Spirit Realm.

From the sigil, the petite and exquisite Ice Morning White Dragon leaped out. Its body was covered in feathers that shone with a holy radiance, resembling thin crystal leaves, beautiful and majestic.

“Yu”

Little White looked at the glowing Cat Demon, initially sharing Zhu Minglang’s contemptuous attitude. After all, a Cat Demon with less than ten thousand years of cultivation base couldn’t possibly compete with a Sacred Beast like a White Dragon. But soon, Little White also sensed the eerie peculiarity of the Cat Demon!

“It’s a Sinful Beast!” At that moment, Mr. Jinli exclaimed as he flew out from behind Zhu Minglang, “This fellow is the same type as Little Chang’e!”

Little White had already stepped forward, her icy coldness freezing the ruined temple. The demon aura of the cat became increasingly strange and powerful. Suddenly, the cat initiated an attack, its sharp claws tearing towards Little White.

Little White met the assault, transforming into a flash of white light, while the cat was as swift as a beam of light with a ghostly green hue. For a moment, the White Dragon and the Sinful Beast were engaged in a fierce battle within the ruined temple. Although neither of them used any Profound Art or Sorcery, with destructive power that was quite astonishing, every strike was a deadly assault—aiming for the eyes or slashing at the throat…