The shadow on the ground looked up, and it turned out to be a plump black cat, sleek and glossy, with a white face and green, oily-bright eyes. The cat's face showed a greedily human-like expression, lunged at the two people on the ground, and took a deep breath at their mouths and noses, drawing out a smoke-like substance that entered the black cat's mouth. Subsequently, the cat's face showed a satisfied expression.
"The souls of these two people taste terrible, but they're barely edible." The cat belched and said, "What would you like me to do, young master?" Its voice was full of sycophancy.
Huangfuming pulled out a comb from his pocket: "Last night I killed a person at the northwest pier. At that time, many mortals witnessed the scene. I want you to ensure they can't speak. Also, sniff this; the owner of this comb is somewhere in this city, help me find her."
