And that was all there was to the post.

It just ended there.

Oh, that’s not it. There was still one other line - The rest of the message can be found in the comments section.

Qin Ye furrowed his brows and scrolled down. No matter how peculiar or unorthodox it was, the top sticky post was bound to have some audience. As expected, the number of comments below had already exceeded several hundred.

“What a brain-dead post. Why are you here? Are you my son?” “Is the author of this post crazy? How could something like this be made a sticky post?” “There’s a total of only four sentences. Hahaha, this is the shortest sticky post I’ve ever seen.” “What’s your cat got to do with my family?” “Look at who’s been making millions. Are you still working for three thousand a month? Follow qq438125732, and work your way into a different life.”

“Cats are mediums.” Arthis muttered, “This is something that both the east and the west are in agreement to. In the west, cats are considered the spokesperson of the god of death, and it has the ability to see all Emissaries of Hell. In the east, cats are said to have nine lives, and all cats, and especially black cats, are able to see things that most ordinary people aren’t able to see.”

Qin Ye remained silent. He continued to tap on his phone screen, and promptly opened up the Mount Tai City entertainment forum. Even though the source of news and their target audience were...