Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Woooo..."

Just as Ma Buliang was immersed in the crazy fantasy of releasing chaos and the strange tune of the phoenix flute became more and more passionate, Zhirou's face suddenly turned pale.

"this!"

Her hands trembled violently, and the shimmering talisman in her hand almost fell. Her voice was obviously trembling as she interrupted Ma Buliang sharply:

"Big Brother, this is not right! It's so eerie and quiet here, I can't see my hand in front of me, not even a ray of light can get through!"

"Um?"

Ma Buliang's playing suddenly stopped, and the sound of the flute came to an abrupt end, leaving an abrupt echo in the silent sealed hall.

"This……"

His hand was still frozen at his lips. He slowly turned his head, his eyes wide open, and looked around anxiously.

"Cuckoo..."

The darkness enveloped them tightly like thick ink. In the dead silence, there was only the occasional dull surge of chaos, which now sounded like some kind of ominous countdown.

"Hu~his~"

An unprecedented fear crawled up his spine like an icy snake, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Humph……"

But soon, the obsession of revenge took over again. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth and squeezed out the words:

Never mind! Maybe it's just a trick they set up. I have to release Chaos and let them taste the pain too!

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but the hand holding the phoenix flute couldn't stop shaking slightly.

"Um!"

Zhirou swallowed, her throat dry. She subconsciously leaned closer to Ma Buliang, her hands tightly gripping the corners of her clothes, her knuckles white from the force.

Although her heart was filled with fear, she gritted her teeth at Ma Buliang's crazy look, raised her hand again, and prepared to continue activating the talisman.

"Om..."

At this moment, a strange buzzing sound came from the depths of the seal, and then a faint blue light lit up without warning, outlining complex and mysterious rune lines in the darkness.

The runes became more and more numerous and brighter, spreading and twisting on the seal as if they had life.

In an instant, there was a deafening "boom" and an explosion occurred at the seal.

The powerful backlash force was like a raging tsunami. With a "bang", Ma Buliang and Zhirou were instantly knocked back and staggered backwards.

The two cats' feet left the ground and fell heavily to the ground with a "thump". Blood spurted out of their mouths. The bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring in the darkness.

At this moment, there was a "click" sound and the lights suddenly came on.

"Hmm? What's going on..."

The strong light made them squint their eyes subconsciously. At first, everything in front of their eyes was white. After they got used to it, two figures slowly appeared in front of them.

"Humph~"

The female cat in the lead had an elegant posture and an indifferent expression. She exuded the aura of a superior and looked at everything in front of her indifferently. There was a subtle disdain for Ma Buliang and Zhirou in her eyes, but her face remained calm.

Behind her, the slightly hunched nanny walked with steady steps.

And behind them, a large number of guards also surrounded them and surrounded them directly!

Mammy trotted past the guards, stepped forward, and shouted sternly:

"Humph, you two are so audacious that you dare to act wildly in the Sealed Palace. You must be tired of living!"

After saying that, he tapped the ground lightly with his feet and made a "whoosh" move as if to take down the two men.

"Whoo~"

Ma Buliang quickly adjusted his breath, coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared back fearlessly with a sharp gaze:

"Stop bluffing! You alone might not be able to capture us. Chaos will return today, and it's useless for you to stop it!"

After saying this, a layer of faint light appeared around his body, and there was a faint spiritual power gathering.

"Brother is right!"

Zhirou also stood up, no longer hiding, with a stern expression. She quickly formed seals with her hands in front of her, and spiritual energy flowed throughout her body:

"You always act in the name of justice, but in reality you are only protecting your own interests. Today, we will break this hypocritical situation!"

Molan still had no expression on her face, she just raised her eyelids slightly, with even more disdain in her eyes. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, and the spiritual power around her body began to surge quietly, silently responding to the provocation of the two.

The nanny was so angry that her brows knitted together, and she pointed at Ma Buliang's nose and cursed:

"You fool! Chaos was born, and countless lives were destroyed. Yet you are blinded by hatred. This is simply unreasonable!"

"Humph……"

Ma Buliang snorted coldly:

"Lives and souls are being decimated? Your so-called peace is nothing but oppression. Today is the day of reckoning!"

Molan moved her fingers lightly, and with a "swish", the guards behind her instantly gripped their weapons and surrounded Ma Buliang and Zhirou.

The atmosphere in the Sealed Hall was tense, the air seemed to be frozen, and a war was about to break out.

Inside the hall, the dead silence and tense atmosphere were like an airtight net, tightly wrapping every cat present.

The ancient runes on the surrounding walls flickered with an obscure glow under the light, as if silently telling of the heavy secrets and taboos carried here.

The air was filled with a stale and oppressive smell, mixed with a faint smell of dust. Every breath felt like inhaling the dust of history.

Ma Buliang's chest heaved violently, his eyes wide open, staring at Molan viciously, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn her:

"Humph, do you think that by interrupting me, you can prevent the Chaos Beast from being born? That's impossible!"

His voice became hoarse with anger, and echoed in the empty Sealed Hall with a slight tremor.

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhirou who was standing beside him. Zhirou also had a resolute expression on her face, her eyes as firm as a lone star in the cold night. She said without hesitation:

"Humph, that's right, you can't stop us at all!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly drew out the dragon flute from her waist. At the same time, Ma Buliang also tightly grasped the phoenix flute in his hand.

With a "whoosh", the dragon and phoenix flutes were placed steadily on the lips of the two cats. In an instant, strange and wonderful flute sounds intertwined together.

The sound of the flute is like an invisible but surging wave.

"Sobbing"

The notes shuttled freely in the sealed hall, and each note carried a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy, which shook the dust in the hall to fall, making a slight "rustling" sound.

"No, this rhythm is wrong!"

Mo Lan stood quietly, her posture straight and her expression indifferent, like an iceberg that had not melted for a thousand years.

A trace of extremely imperceptible doubt flashed across her eyes, which were like cold stars, but it disappeared in an instant.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on Ma Buliang and Zhirou, her voice as cold as if wrapped in a thousand-year-old frost, as she spoke:

"How on earth did you two sneak in? You were injured by Yun'er over a decade ago. There's no way you could have healed so quickly, especially since you two... No, could it be that she's here too?"

Her tone was calm, without any emotion.

"Cuckoo..."

Upon hearing this, Ma Buliang clenched his teeth, making a clattering sound, and the muscles on his face twisted with anger.

He suddenly put down the flute, took a step forward, clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, glared at Molan and roared:

"Ten years ago, do you know how I lived these past ten years? He injured me, causing me to endure ten years of pain. I couldn't fully participate in Lord An's revival plan! Over the years, I have suffered humiliation and torture, and every day is in agony, just for today, to make you pay the price!"

His voice became hysterical with excitement and echoed in the hall.

Zhirou's face was also filled with anger, with hatred flashing in her eyes. The dragon flute in her hand trembled slightly, which was a manifestation of the interweaving of anger and strength:

"You are so high and mighty, wantonly trampling on our dignity and lives. Today is your end!"

As she spoke, the sound of the flute became more and more passionate, and the air around her seemed to be stirred and distorted by this powerful force, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Hmm~"

Molan seemed not to hear anything, her expression frighteningly calm, but the spiritual power around her quietly surged, forming a faint protective barrier at her side, emitting a faint glow.

She raised her hand gently, her movements gentle yet imbued with undeniable authority. The guards behind her immediately grasped their weapons, and with a few clangs, their blades were unsheathed, flashing with a cold light, surrounding Ma Buliang and Zhirou tightly.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Sealed Hall has become extremely tense. A war is about to break out. Every second seems to be infinitely stretched, and everyone is waiting for the moment of outbreak.

The flute music of Ma Buliang and Zhirou came to an abrupt end, and a sudden silence instantly spread throughout the Sealed Hall. It was so quiet that one could hear the occasional rustling sound of the wind coming in through the cracks outside the hall.

Ma Buliang looked at the guards who surrounded them, his facial muscles twitching slightly, and he let out a miserable laugh. Then the laughter gradually grew louder and turned into a wanton "hahaha" laugh. The laughter was sharp and a bit shrill, and it kept echoing in the empty hall, shaking the runes on the wall as if they were trembling slightly.

"It's just as it is. You high-handed cats, you either beat us, kill us all, or treat us like slaves! And now you're bullying the weak with your numbers. Such lowly, yet incurable, arrogance! Lord An is right to overturn all of this!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands high, looking like a madman, with veins bulging on his neck. He looked as if he wanted to vent all the resentment that had been accumulating in his heart for many years.

Although Zhirou didn't say anything, she was still glaring at him, the anger in her eyes almost bursting out. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists, her knuckles turned white, and there was a "cracking" sound, as if she was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

"madness……"

Molan looked at them like this, her expression remained calm, her deep eyes were like a cold pond, without a trace of emotion.

She just shook her head slightly. The movement was very small, but it seemed to express silent mockery of the farce before her.

"Back off!"

Then, she gracefully waved her hand, her movements light yet carrying the majesty of a superior. With a "swish", the well-trained guards retreated in unison in an instant. The "thump thump" sound of their footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the hall.

In the blink of an eye, she, Nanny Rong, and Ma Buliang and Zhirou on the opposite side were the only ones left in the entire martial arts arena.

The four cats faced each other in pairs, and the air seemed to be frozen by the tense atmosphere, making it so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Suddenly, Ma Bian moved! He kicked the ground hard with his feet, and there was a dull "bang" sound, like a cannonball being fired, and even a small amount of dust was raised on the ground.

The whole cat rushed forward like an arrow, so fast that it made a whirring sound in the wind, and the corners of its clothes rustled in the wind.

The phoenix flute and paintbrush in his hands danced rapidly, and the two worked together wonderfully. Spiritual power gathered and flowed around his body, making a subtle "sizzling" sound.

"Let me try out the power of the Sect Master."

As he moved, the spiritual energy in the air intertwined and condensed, outlining a magnificent landscape painting in the blink of an eye.

"I draw the clouds on the green mountains as horses, and the flute plays the waves on the sea as soldiers!"

The painting was lifelike. The towering mountains and rivers seemed to break through the constraints of space, and the rushing river seemed to make a "gurgling" sound of water. However, this seemingly beautiful picture carried a deadly attacking power, sweeping towards Mo Lan "whoosh". Wherever it passed, the air was torn into visible ripples.

Facing this fierce attack, Molan remained calm, as if everything was within her expectations, without even a trace of panic.

She stood still, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, her entire being radiating a cold yet powerful aura. Just as the attack was about to arrive, the rhythmic patterns at the corners of her eyes suddenly lit up, emitting a faint blue light. With a buzzing sound, the light was like a mysterious signal, and she instantly transformed into a female warrior.

She was holding a spear, her posture was agile, and she exuded a fierce fighting spirit. She rushed straight towards the attack like a black lightning.

Her gaze was resolute, like a cold star in a chilly night, brimming with an endless sense of killing intent. The spear sliced through the air, emitting a whirring sound, the tip flashing with a cold light, as if to pierce through all obstacles. Each movement of the spear unleashed a powerful gust of air, a whirring sound.

Seeing that Ma Buliang and Molan were already fighting, Ma Buliang's junior sister Zhirou could no longer hold back. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes wide open, and she shouted:

"Don't hurt my senior brother!" Before he finished speaking, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand appeared out of thin air with a "swish". The moment it was opened, runes on the umbrella flashed, emitting a faint golden light.

At the same time, her other hand tightly grasped the dragon flute, and the two seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and with a "hum" sound, they merged into one.

In an instant, the aura around Zhirou suddenly changed. She was originally agile, but now she was surrounded by a faint aura of spiritual energy, and her whole body seemed to be integrated with the weapon in her hand.

She tapped the ground with her toes and rushed towards the battlefield like a phantom. She was so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left.

"Is this the power left behind by Mo Yun? It's indeed powerful..."

After entering the battlefield, Zhirou swam deftly around like a nimble fish. Her figure was light, her steps were fleeting, and each movement was silent, making it difficult to predict her next destination.

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand, which was integrated with the dragon flute, kept changing its attack methods. Sometimes it swung out sharp sword energy at Molan like a storm, "swish" cutting through the air; sometimes it turned into an indestructible defensive barrier, blocking all the attacks that Molan occasionally launched at Ma Buliang, and the "clang clang" sound of collision was endless.

Her eyes were focused and determined, staring closely at Molan's every move, not missing any flaws.

Whenever Ma Buliang was in trouble, she would always appear in time and rescue him with the weapons in her hand.

Sometimes, she would take advantage of the gap when Molan was attacking Ma Buliang and suddenly launch an attack from the side, blowing out strange notes from the dragon flute, which coordinated with the power of the oil-paper umbrella to disrupt Molan's rhythm.

"Good cooperation..."

The musical note was like an invisible sharp blade, cutting through the air and making a "woooo" sound, forcing Molan to devote some of her energy to deal with it.