CHAPTER 1611: CHAPTER 355: BLACK MOON SHINES ON THE SILENT RIVER

"How long are you going to sleep!!!"

Yellow Flowered Cat’s roar came out with a pent-up breath from its chest, howling like a hurricane, making the bookstore’s doors and windows rattle. A few bookworms that had just crawled out to forage were torn to pieces by the tail of the hurricane.

But this hurricane dispersed into a gentle breeze less than five meters away from the Flower Cat, obediently swirling and brushing past the red clay teapot on the small stove, blowing away the wisp of steam just emerging from the spout.

By the stove, Mr. Wu, who was dozing off, was startled awake by the cat’s roar, and muddledly opened his eyes: "What? Is the tea ready? Let it simmer a bit longer... There’s no rush, no rush."

"Tea! Tea! Tea!!"

"Is now the time to worry about the teapot?!" The Flower Cat, exasperated, stood upright, its tail straight like it was holding a spear, randomly jabbing in the air: "The Heaven Luo Ground Net has a big hole in it! The little tower on Lake Heart Island exploded! Aren’t you concerned at all?!"

Mr. Wu squinted his eyes again, smacked his lips, pushed up his glasses on his nose, and comfortably wriggled his butt in the soft sofa, murmuring as if talking in his sleep:

"If it exploded, it exploded... It’s not the first time. Just rebuild it... Anyway, the school has insurance, pays so much every year... As the saying goes... no break... yawn... no build..."

Saying the last sentence, he let out a big yawn, causing the angry Flower Cat standing on the windowsill to yawn as well, its tail drooping weakly.

"What about Nicolas? What about the Dark Council? Don’t you care about these at all?" Yellow Flowered Cat barely lifted its eyelids, resisting the increasing drowsiness: "And that brat, is it okay to throw him into the Black Prison?"

His response was the long snore from the gentleman.

Vaguely, it seemed to hear someone reciting a poem by its ear: "...Evil spirits abound, transforming into Zhong Kui unable to subdue; but as long as the three-foot dragon sword is at hand, nowhere to turn back without dread..."

The voice was distant, gradually inaudible.

Yellow Flowered Cat perhaps understood the rhymes in the poem, perhaps did not. It made no difference. All it knew was that after Mr. Wu surpassed the ancient wizards, he was unknowingly severing various causes and effects with this world, and it didn’t want him to just leave like that. That’s why it kept running around, trying to make those strings bind him tighter.

But it also knew its actions were in vain.

It just missed the days when they snored together.

Just like now.

Snore, snore.

The beige sunlight crossed the windowsill, casting a warm hue. One end fell on the Flower Cat, the other on the gentleman, the faint sound of snoring rising and falling, gently trembling with the sunlight.

...

Rat Immortal shivered and sharply turned back.

The Wandering Wizard glanced at it, followed its gaze, and found nothing.

"What are you looking at?" The owner of the Wandering Bar retracted his gaze, refocused on the glass in his hand, observing the tiny pale golden spots wandering in the cup, thoughtfully said: "...When making this ’Time of Flowing Gold,’ they added too little golden bamboo shoot."

"Nothing." The Rat Immortal ignored the Wandering Wizard’s review of the drink, muttering, answered his previous question: "I seemed to hear that cat snoring again just now... did you hear it?"

It was asking Fei Rui with the latter sentence.

Fei Rui was irritably crawling up and down a low arch gate, pacing back and forth.

"No! No! No!! I didn’t hear anything!"

It climbed to the top of the column on the left side of the arch gate, posed like a Werewolf about to rise before a full moon, propping up its body, with bent forelimbs, claws grasping the air futilely, eyes wide open as if trying to pop the eyeballs out:

"Why do you have time to care about the cat, care about wine!... Care about those useless matters... The shadow of the Black Moon already shines on the Silent River! The Black Moon is shining on the Silent River!!"

Speaking, it raised its head, pointing a paw at the cloud-veiled slope opposite the mountain, repeatedly shrieking for the third time: "The Black Moon is already shining on the Silent River! When will that skeleton truly move!!"

"I mean ’truly’ move!"

"Not like a dementia patient suffering from a stroke, only able to twitch their pinky two times!"

"Are we waiting until both sides are done fighting in the Black Prison, and the school’s protection array reactivates, to go out? Do you plan to face the Wrath of the First University directly after getting out?"

"Do you intend to wait until the Foggy pulls out the ’Mystic Yellow Fecal,’ and then extract something to eat from its feces?! I am Rat Lang! Not Dung Beetle!"

"If you keep dawdling, I’m quitting playing with you!"

"I’m going back! I’m going to find the principal! I’m going to kneel before his boots and kiss his shoe tips! I’m going to voluntarily stick a bamboo dragonfly on my forehead and perform aerial ballet for that brat Zheng Qing! I’m going to continue crawling up and down his house’s heating pipes, letting him change my name three times a month!!"

"I’m! Not! Playing! With! You! Anymore!"

Fei Rui, after yelling the last sentence hoarsely, finally took a breath. However, its roar still echoed in the valley between the two mountains, stirring the surrounding mist, revealing the ascending posture of ’Giant Zero Three’ on the opposite slope.

Rat Immortal and Wandering Wizard simultaneously slanted their eyes, giving a subtle look at Fei Rui, who had deflated to the size of a ping-pong ball from excessive venting.

Staring at it as it swelled and deflated like a hormonally imbalanced pufferfish.

After a while.

The Wandering Wizard raised his glass, sipped it, then continued shaking his head: "...Too much nutmeg again, the wine taste can’t suppress the spiciness."

Rat Immortal stood on tiptoes, stretched his arm, and comfortingly patted the little mouse hanging on the top of the column: "...That Yellow Flowered Cat is much more formidable than crap, none of us are its match, isn’t that why we are staying here? Of course, of course, it’s not your fault... You just need a bit more patience, and then a bit more patience."

Listening to the responses of its two companions, Fei Rui grew more depressed and deflated, almost shrinking into a dried walnut shape.

"Wars aren’t won in a day," amidst the cloud mist stirring at the mountainside, the tall, thin figure of Doctor Du Zemu emerged from the flowing mist, slowly appearing before his three colleagues: "especially wars involving high-level wizards... we still have plenty left."

"The Philosopher’s Stone installation is complete, we need to give Giant Zero Three more adjustment time."

"After all, it has been dormant for too, too long."