Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

As the cat, which looked so much like Simon, gradually walked away until it disappeared, everyone thought they had mistaken the cat and continued to explore the town. Just then, an antique and uniquely shaped stage suddenly appeared before their eyes.

"Wow! There is a stage here! It looks like the show is about to start. Let's go over and take a look!" Bai Tang saw the stage at a glance, and a surge of excitement surged in his heart. He quickly pointed at the stage and said.

"Well... well, I think it's more important to find supplies and provisions first. After all, we still have to continue on our journey." Although Wu Song was a little curious about the stage, he still rationally considered the reality and suggested completing the task of finding supplies before enjoying the opera performance.

At this time, the sound of gongs came from inside.

"Oh, look, the show is about to start. Let's go over and take a look. It won't waste time. Let's go." Bai Tang heard the sound of gongs coming from inside and pushed the robot in. Bai Xinyu saw this scene, smiled helplessly, and followed in.

The man was astonished by the sight before him. It was completely deserted, devoid of the audience and bustle he had imagined. Yet, neat rows of stools lay there, as if awaiting their arrival. Raising his gaze, he saw a smaller stage within it. Even more astonishing, three puppets stood quietly on it.

"Ba Wang Fold"

Bai Tang couldn't help but read the three words aloud, his voice echoing in the air. The moment he uttered them, something magical happened—the three puppets suddenly moved! Their movements were fluid and natural, as if imbued with life. Bai Tang and the others stared in amazement, their eyes wide with wonder, filled with confusion and curiosity. They looked around, trying to find the person controlling the puppets, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find any. A mysterious atmosphere permeated the entire space, leaving everyone feeling awe-inspired.

"Forget it, this isn't normal. Let's get out!" Xiaoqing's voice was filled with fear. She held Haipiao's hand tightly and hurried out the door. However, after they took a few steps, Xiaoqing couldn't help but look back. This sight made her tremble all over, and a look of horror appeared on her face.

Wu Song, Da Fei and Bai Tang were seen sitting quietly on the chairs, their bodies stiff and mechanically clapping their hands, repeating monotonous cheers: "Good, good, good..." Their eyes were empty, as if they had lost their souls.

Xiaoqing's heartbeat quickened, her breathing quickened. She stared at the scene before her, eyes wide open, in disbelief. These familiar companions. She stared at the scene before her, eyes wide open, in disbelief.

"Here, Queyu Sha." Seeing this scene, Bai Xinyu silently changed his rhythmic power from Zuo Zong to Yan Zong. After looking around, he suddenly took out the Suzaku bow and shot a feather arrow in one direction. The moment the feather arrow left the bowstring, it instantly turned into an adult-sized Suzaku, chirping, bringing out bursts of sound waves, and flew towards that direction.

"Mirror Screen!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, followed by a burst of vapor erupting from that direction, quickly transforming into a transparent barrier, attempting to block the oncoming arrow. However, unexpectedly, the moment the arrow made contact with the barrier, it suddenly shattered, followed by a violent explosion. The powerful aftermath of the blast, like a surging wave, toppled the cat to the ground, plunging it into a coma and completely losing the strength to stand. Meanwhile, Bai Tang and the others nearby gradually regained control of their bodies. The three puppets originally standing on the wooden platform were also struck by the aftermath, falling to the ground one after another.

"I didn't expect that there would be Nian Zong's Peking Opera Cat here. Judging from its appearance, it must have been demonized." Bai Xinyu looked at the cat that had fainted on the ground. There was still a trace of chaotic energy dissipating from it.