At this point, Mutt has gradually come to know that he has accepted part of the memory of the dead Rufu. Although the principle of operation is still unclear, Mutt knows that there are some memories in his body that do not belong to him, and that come from another person.
The memory of another life of a cat-man boy haunts Mutt like a nightmare... Although it is an annoying nightmare, Mutt always feels that it is full of warmth.
Rufu actually likes Albert, a slovenly and careless guy, from the bottom of his heart. It is really incomprehensible, why is this kind of guy worthy of being liked?
"I don't want to harm him," Mutt whispered to the spirit: "I just want to take a good look at him, okay?"
The white tiger as a spirit seemed to be able to communicate. It could understand Mutt's words, and might even have a way to know whether the cat boy was lying. After listening to Mutt's words, it believed the cat boy, so it shrank again.
It seeped into Albert's body like gas, and finally disappeared completely.
Although he was still a little scared and even a little embarrassed, Mutt was not going to give up on what he initially decided to do. The cat-man boy tiptoed next to the tiger again, and carefully stretched out his hand, intending to straighten the tiger's whiskers.
Stranger thoughts came to his mind. He wanted to just lie down and hug Albert to sleep, desperately. However, Mutt cleared his mind and knew that these were not his own thoughts, but probably someone else's.
The memory was swaying him. He put away those weird thoughts, and his fingers had already reached to Albert's burned and bent beard, almost touching it.
At this moment, everything around him suddenly dimmed.
Mutt thought that his vision had become abnormal, but it took him half a second to figure out that it was not his problem, but the white light emitted by the Guardian Tower of Melson Stone.
, disappeared!
"Huh?!" Even though Albert was snoring so deeply in his sleep, Tiger was still very alert. He noticed the sudden change in the light of the external environment and woke up immediately.
Boom! Albert tried to get up in the darkness, but bumped into something!
"Ouch!" Instead, Mutt screamed first: "What are you doing! It hurts!"
"What's going on?" Albert then took out the weapon from his waist, quickly sprinkled some flame rosin on it, and struck it on fire.
With the help of the rosin fire, the darkness around them was dispersed, and there were only Albert and Mutt in the bedroom. The cat-man boy was covering his nose and rolling on the ground, seemingly in excruciating pain.
"Well------" Tiger immediately understood the reason why he woke up, and looked out the window: "The light of the Guardian Tower has disappeared, meow?------By the way, why are you meow?"
Will you be hit by me? What did you want to do to me just now?!"
"Ugh..." Mutt covered his nose and climbed up, looking at the tiger innocently: "I just wanted to tease you, who knew you would bump into me!... Damn it!"
Mutt had a nosebleed.
Albert approached the cat-man boy and used the light from the Luna Steel Scimitar to check Mutt's injuries. Fortunately, it was just a bump and the nose bone was not broken.
"Tying on me? Hahaha------" Albert breathed a sigh of relief before grinning and joking: "You want to kiss me while I'm sleeping, right?"
After saying this, Mutt's face immediately turned red: "Hu, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"Anyway," Tiger handed a small dagger to the cat boy, smeared enough flame rosin on it, lit it, and let the dagger temporarily serve as a torch: "The light of the Guardian Tower disappeared. Something is very wrong. Where is Ruf's mother? We have to find her immediately and take her to a safe place."
The cat-man boy was holding the small dagger, and he couldn't help but be a little scared when he saw that the flame seemed to be spreading to his hand holding the dagger. But after all, this was a relatively stable magical light emitted by rosin, and it would not wander around randomly. What's more, this dagger that is not coated with longyanxiang is even brighter than the scimitar in Albert's hand after being coated with rosin, because it has a time limit, unlike the scimitar in Albert's hand. The magic power of rosin is consumed according to the number of times it hits the target.
"The house is not big but time is tight. Let's look for it separately?" Albert asked.
"No." Mutt firmly refused and hid behind the tiger: "I have not received any combat training. If I am really attacked by a monster, I will die immediately."
"There's really nothing I can do about you." Albert had no room to refute, so he walked ahead and pushed open the bedroom door with one hand.
"Auntie? Auntie, are you still meowing?------" The tiger's cry should have spread throughout the wooden house immediately. Rufu's mother should also have heard Albert's voice immediately, and to answer.
However, the whole world was surrounded by astonishing silence. Not only did Rufu's mother not respond, but even the sounds of insects and wind and grass in the woods outside the house completely disappeared.
Albert and Mutt swallowed their saliva almost at the same time. Only then did they realize that it was not just as simple as the light of the Guardian Tower disappearing. Something strange and ominous seemed to be about to happen.
"What a ghost." Feeling the ominous silence, Albert hummed: "Mutt, where was Ruf's mother when you last saw her?"
"In the backyard of the house." Mutt replied without thinking. Then he suddenly realized something and immediately asked: "Wait, how did you know------"
"The fact that you have time to tease me means that you didn't sleep at all just now, right?" Albert walked down the dilapidated wooden stairs of the house. Although he had stepped as lightly as possible, he still took every step. They all made strange creaking noises on the old wooden boards.
"Can't you be quiet?" Mutt couldn't help complaining.
"How on earth did you------" Tiger frowned and looked back at the cat boy. He stopped talking before he finished the question because it was too stupid to continue asking. Mutt was too stupid to walk on this kind of wooden board. The reason why he can make no sound is very simple------The cat boy has made the soles of his feet as soft as rubber, and the area in contact with the ground has increased several times. The force-bearing area of the wooden board has been hit, and the strength has increased Dispersed, the sound that should have been produced when the board was under pressure was weakened to the greatest extent.
"But I can't learn this trick." Albert complained, walking up the stairs in a few steps and reaching the first floor of the wooden house.