The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The curly-haired auntie was very enthusiastic. Her slightly yellowed hair bounced with her movements, like a playful golden retriever.

Seeing such a handsome young man, her eyes lit up. She naturally approached, ready to chat with the youth and soak up some fresh energy.

As she drew closer, Heng Yuze stood still, his back slightly stiff.

This was because what the auntie had said had truly piqued his curiosity.

What kind of person was that old woman, exactly?

Fortunately, the auntie was a warm person and didn’t stop talking because of Heng Yuze’s silence. She secretly sized him up, seeing the cat in his arms, and figured he must be an introverted and sensitive young man.

That cat was quite good-looking, too—sleek and shiny.

After glancing at the cat a couple more times, the auntie opened her mouth and asked, “Young man, what’s your relationship with the old woman?”

“I’m a resident upstairs. The old woman brought me fruit once.”

“Her? Sent fruit? Oh my goodness, that Feng the Skinflint actually gave something away! She must really like young men!”

The use of the word “really” was subtle but telling.

Heng Yuze, relying on his naturally appealing face, stammered out a request.

“Sis… could you tell me about… the old woman?”

This hit the auntie right where it itched.

“Of course! You look like an honest young man. I love chatting with honest kids.”

“That old woman is called Feng Yuying. She used to live in Dakangpo, near Qu Ying. Her husband died early, and she’s a strong-willed person. She gritted her teeth and raised two children, but once they grew up, they moved to the city and abandoned her. She was so angry that she cursed everyone she saw, saying her children were heartless and didn’t care for their own mother.”

“She also kept a dog, treating it like her son. The dog was beaten black and blue, and you could hear her cursing every day in the village! A while ago, I don’t know what got into her, but she suddenly left the village for the city. Everyone guessed she went to rely on her son, but then yesterday we heard she passed away. Alas! Alas!”

Heng Yuze said goodbye to the auntie and returned home with the cat.

He searched online for images of a dog’s skull, then rubbed the cat’s paws, deep in thought.

To be honest, he wasn’t sure what kind of demon he had encountered that day, but after seeing the pictures, his intuition told him it was a dog.

For a while after that, Heng Yuze didn’t run into any more dirty, strange people.

Every day, he routinely offered his arm for the cat to use as a cushion or pillow while it absorbed the essence of the sun and moon.

The cat’s insistence on staying close to him suggested that there was indeed something unusual about Heng Yuze, which was quite gratifying for someone who had always felt somewhat disconnected from society.

Life returned to peace, and Heng Yuze finally had the energy to concern himself with other matters.

For example, the owner of Chendeng, Bai Chendeng.

Heng Yuze had considered the possibility that Chendeng had no owner at all, but Brother Bo had guaranteed that Chendeng’s owner was lying in the hospital, even describing the details of how he fell with great specificity.

Until that day, when Brother Bo called him.

The phone connected, and the familiar voice, laced with a smile, flowed out.

“Hey, Xiao Heng, guild welfare—a public-funded trip to Xiangxing Town. Interested?”

Heng Yuze had a cat to look after, so he naturally refused.

“Don’t rush to say no, listen to me. Xiangxing Town wants to cooperate with us for a live stream to support local farmers. I see your popularity is high lately; this is a great opportunity.”

Heng Yuze’s mind was immediately filled with the endless communication and coordination required for a collaborative live stream, and cold sweat broke out.

He set aside the clothes he was folding and went to look for the cat, hoping to soothe his anxiety, induced by his overthinking, with the cat’s soft, long fur.

“Brother Bo, please give this opportunity to another streamer.”

“Xiao Heng, I’ll be honest with you. Chendeng’s owner, Xiao Bai, is still in a coma. This wasn’t a simple accident; it involves some… mysterious forces.”

Heng Yuze’s hand, which was petting the cat, froze.

Mysterious forces?

So the matter concerning Chendeng’s owner was not an accident after all?

Was it an accident like the time they encountered a demon?

Thinking this, Heng Yuze could no longer remain calm and immediately pressed for details.

“Brother Bo… what exactly happened?”

The person on the other end didn’t answer directly. There was only the sound of steady breathing, as if he were caught in some dilemma.

Bai Chendeng: “…”

Just make it up.

Considering this Pomeranian was somewhat useful, he would temporarily forgive his nonsense.

“It’s like this, Xiao Heng, don’t panic.”

Heng Yuze nodded, then realized the other side couldn’t see him, so he confirmed, “Okay, I won’t panic.”

He had even knocked on the door of an old woman who delivered grapes late at night and fought a demonic drum-dog. What was there to be afraid of?

“Chendeng’s owner was ensnared by something. If there’s no external force to break it, he won’t wake up. Do you understand my explanation?”

Heng Yuze: “I understand.”

“There’s a tourist resort in Xiangxing Town called Kuju Village, and there’s a Daoist temple there. You need to go and pay your respects at that temple.”

“Kuju Village? A Daoist temple?”

“Yes.”

“Brother Bo, do I absolutely have to go to the Daoist temple in Kuju Village? Who exactly harmed Brother Bai?”

“Xiao Heng… I can’t say any more. I’ll just ask you one thing: are you going or not?”

The person on the other end had an ambiguous tone, and Heng Yuze couldn’t quite grasp his meaning.

“I need to bring Chendeng with me.”

The person on the other end chuckled, “Of course.”

After hanging up, the amount of information was overwhelming, and Heng Yuze sighed with a complicated expression.

“Good boy, we’re setting off to save your owner.”

Bai Chendeng: “Meow.”

Save.

Xiangxing Town was located in the distant suburbs of another province, nestled in the mountains, accessible by winding mountain roads.

But it was too far from the city. High-speed rail and planes didn’t allow cats, and Heng Yuze would never be separated from Chendeng, so he had to abandon those options.

Since Brother Bo had asked him to look after Chendeng and go to Kuju Village, transportation should have been arranged.

Sure enough, after Heng Yuze asked on the green bubble app, the other side immediately replied.

Brother Bo: [Zheng Lang, the travel blogger in our guild, returned yesterday. He has an opening in his schedule. I’ll arrange for him to drive you over.]

Heng Yuze replied with an acknowledgment emoji, then immediately looked up specific information about the travel blogger Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang, like him, was a small streamer who was neither wildly popular nor completely unknown, but had a decent number of loyal fans. Heng Yuze knew a few rumors about him. Although this older brother was only in his thirties, he looked like he was in his forties. He was unmarried, childless, and had no parents, living alone without attachments. He drove an off-road pickup truck and was jokingly called the boldest and toughest-skinned travel blogger by his fans.

After watching a few live stream clips, Heng Yuze felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Simply put, Brother Zheng Lang was too enthusiastic and talkative. He was naturally intimidated by such outgoing people.

Reluctantly, Heng Yuze exchanged WeChat details with Zheng Lang and set an agreed-upon travel date.

After quickly packing his luggage and bringing the small drum along, Heng Yuze stood at the entrance of the complex, holding the cat, waiting for Zheng Lang to arrive.

Before long, Zheng Lang arrived right on time.

An off-road vehicle, so shiny it reflected the light—clearly recently washed—drove up.

The four-door, five-seater space was not small, easily accommodating two people and one cat. The truck bed was loaded with equipment, tools, and containers, secured with ropes.

The car door opened, and a rugged, crew-cut man stepped out. He was strongly built and looked somewhat fierce, but when he saw Heng Yuze and Bai Chendeng, he smiled, transforming his menacing, fleshy face into an expression of warm enthusiasm.

Zheng Lang quickly walked over, placed his hand on Heng Yuze’s shoulder, and clapped him heartily, exclaiming, “I watch your streams all the time. You’re an interesting guy.”

Heng Yuze replied formally, “Thank you, Brother Zheng.”

Zheng Lang was amused. He hadn’t realized that the young man who seemed so lively on stream was so earnest in real life.

“Come on, come on, get in the car.”

Zheng Lang picked up the suitcase and asked, “Afraid of bumps?”

Heng Yuze immediately replied, “No, it’s fine to put it in the truck bed.”

He had packed his personal belongings in two backpacks, one large and one small. The suitcase mostly contained miscellaneous items for emergencies.

Zheng Lang opened the passenger door, intending for Heng Yuze to sit there, but Heng Yuze didn’t notice. He opened the back door instead and plopped down in the back seat.

Zheng Lang awkwardly rubbed his hands, thinking how shy and reserved this young man was.

Soon, the car started.

The wheels rolled over the road, the car body gently swaying and rising naturally. The scenery on both sides changed from familiar to strange. They were on their way.

“Bluetooth connected.”

Heng Yuze was jolted out of his daze by the voice. Connecting it to the overwhelmingly present music during his live streams, a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

A powerful prelude suddenly blasted out, filling the car with dynamic DJ music—a hypnotic, thumping rhythm.

“Silence doesn’t mean I’m wrong~”

It even came with a duet.

Zheng Lang’s loud, unrefined voice lacked technique but was full of emotion. He roared, oblivious to his surroundings, enjoying himself while still giving the passenger enough attention.

“Sadness isn’t the only outcome~ Brother Heng, you’re a bit shy!”

Heng Yuze was overwhelmed by this pure, unadulterated enthusiasm. Experiencing such a bold style for the first time, he was completely stunned and could only manage a bewildered “Ah.”

Fortunately, perhaps sensing that his passenger couldn’t quite adapt to this style, Zheng Lang stopped after one song.

This allowed Heng Yuze to breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, Chendeng had already stepped onto his leg and was showing a tendency to explore the front seat.

Heng Yuze hugged the cat, comforting it and stroking its back repeatedly. He felt stuck to the smooth fur, becoming more addicted to petting it the more he did.

At that moment, the driver, unaware that he had narrowly escaped a feline intervention, glanced into the rearview mirror. Looking at the adorable cat, he secretly swallowed.

“Brother Heng.”

Heng Yuze snapped back, “What is it?”

Zheng Lang gave an awkward laugh.

“Your cat, that’s the top streamer in our guild, right?”

“Yes, that’s Chendeng.”

“Oh, right, Chendeng.”

Zheng Lang was driving and couldn’t be too distracted, so he could only steal glances when he had a moment.

This cat was truly beautiful.

“There’s a black bag in the back seat with snacks. Grab some if you’re hungry.”

“Okay.”

“There are also some cat treats I bought in there, haha. Don’t let my looks fool you, I actually really like small animals.”

Heng Yuze was surprised. He rummaged through the bag and found a box of cat treats, a good brand, not cheap.

However, his cat was a little cat immortal, a spirit. It usually only ate the cat food he prepared himself and rarely touched cat treats.

Heng Yuze secretly observed Chendeng’s eyes, noticing that it wasn’t paying attention to the cat treats, but rather to the other food in the bag. He casually took out a few items, judging the cat’s reaction, and realized something.

It turned out the cat loved sweets.

Heng Yuze felt a little regretful that he had only just noticed this.

He held the cat closer and whispered, “I’ll make you dessert next time.”

Bai Chendeng showed no reaction.

Except that his tail flicked a little faster.