Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Ha ha……"

The flute player was immersed in the madness of controlling the illusion. The sharp sound of the flute was like a group of out-of-control evil birds, rushing around in the valley and distorting the surrounding air.

"call out……"

Just when he thought he had everything under control, an ice-blue figure wrapped in biting coldness shot towards him from the side without warning.

"puff!"

A long spear hit the flute player accurately, and the huge impact force knocked him away.

"boom!"

The flute player fell heavily to the hard ground, splashing a large amount of dust.

"W-what is that…"

His whole body seemed to be broken, and he crawled up from the ground in a panic, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth and his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

When he saw clearly that the cat was Mo Zi, his pupils contracted violently and he stammered:

"You...how could you possibly break through the illusion!"

"Humph!"

Mo Zi landed steadily on the ground, her long ice-blue hair dancing wildly in the wind. She exuded a powerful aura that made the flute player shudder.

She crossed her arms and sneered, her voice as sharp as an icicle:

"You think you can trap me with this mediocre illusion of yours? You're simply daydreaming!"

"hateful……"

The flute player's face turned pale and then blue, and he was shocked and angry.

He held the flute tightly, trying to make a final struggle:

"Hmph, don't be too complacent! Since you've come to me, don't even think about leaving!"

After that, he put the flute to his lips and played even more strange and rapid notes.

"call out……"

The surrounding air was instantly twisted as if by an invisible giant hand, and countless sharp sound blades shot towards Mo Zi like a dense rainstorm.

"..."

Just when the sound blade was about to hit Mo Zi, Mo Zi flashed and easily avoided the attack.

"?"

The flute player then discovered that the dark purple shadow that seemed to be trapped in an illusion was standing there motionless not far away.

"What phantom!"

He was startled, realizing he had fallen into a trap. It turned out the real Mo Zi had been hiding in the dark, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"hateful!"

The flute player cursed through gritted teeth.

But he did not intend to give up. He played the flute frantically, trying to interfere with Mo Zi's actions, while retreating continuously, looking for an opportunity to escape.

……

At the same time, Bai Tang's eyebrows in the illusion were tightly twisted into the shape of a "Chuan" character, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, and he murmured in pain from time to time.

Da Fei clenched his fists, veins bulged on his arms, and his face was full of struggle.

"Sister, sister..."

Xiaoqing's brows were tightly knitted together, her bangs were soaked with sweat and stuck to her face, as if she was in great pain.

Mo Zi looked at the flute master coldly, his eyes full of disdain:

"Your tricks should be over!"

After saying that, she rushed towards the flute player like a flash of lightning, holding a spear.

"Don't even think about getting close to me...uh-"

Seeing this, the flute player played the flute desperately, and the sound blades surged towards Mo Zi like a tide.

"Damn guy!"

But Mo Zi's attack was as swift as a storm, leaving the flute master unable to fight back.

Mo Zi stared coldly at the flute player, the aura around him becoming increasingly cold, as if even the air around him was frozen:

"You really should finish!"

After saying that, she rushed towards the flute player like a flash of lightning, holding a spear.

Seeing Mo Zi's overwhelming attack, the flute master was completely powerless to resist. A trace of panic flashed across his face. He quickly held the flute across his chest and screamed at the top of his voice:

"Don't do it! If you dare to act rashly, the lives of those guys in the illusion will be in danger!"

He shouted while slowly backing away, trying to distance himself from Mo Zi:

"As long as you let me go, I will let them go. Otherwise..."

The flute master's eyes were sinister as he glanced at Bai Tang and the others in the illusion, a ferocious expression on his face.

"I'll scare them to death immediately!"

"Oh?"

Mo Zi paused, his gaze darting towards the flute player like a knife, the chill emanating from his body becoming increasingly biting:

"Do you think you have bargaining power?"

Despite his cold tone, a barely perceptible worry flashed across Mo Zi's eyes.

"Oh, hypocrisy..."

Seeing this, the flute master was delighted, thinking he had found Mo Zi's weakness, and he held the flute tighter in his hand:

"Hmph! I advise you to carefully consider whether their lives are more important or making me pay the price."

His voice became hoarse with excitement, and the madness and greed on his face became more and more obvious.

"Ha ha……"

At this tense moment, Mo Zi suddenly sneered, and his eyes returned to their usual calmness:

"Do you think I will be threatened by you?"

After saying this, the spear in her hand emitted a dazzling blue light.

"You might as well give it a try and see whether you hurt them first or I take your life first!"

"..."

The flute player's face turned pale in an instant, and the hand holding the flute began to tremble slightly.

He hadn't expected Mo Zi to fall for it. The air around them seemed to freeze, the two sides were in a stalemate, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was hard to breathe.

"Ha ha……"

A teasing smile appeared at the corner of Zi's mouth. In the eyes of the flute master, this smile was sinister and dangerous.

"Since you're unwilling to let Bai Tang and the others go, then let's use our flute skills to determine who's better. I'll make sure you lose completely!"

"Uh?"

The flute player was stunned for a moment, then greed flashed in his eyes. He clenched the flute tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

"You actually want to compete with me in flute playing? You're simply overestimating yourself! But... if you lose, hand over the Fengming Jade Flute!"

At the same time, Mo Zi called out silently in his heart, and Xiao Bing, who was sleeping deep in his consciousness, slowly woke up and responded:

"Okay, master."

In an instant, an ice-blue light appeared around Mo Zi, and in the light, the Fengming Jade Flute slowly emerged.

"Wong..."

As soon as the flute appeared, a dreamlike halo lingered around it. The phoenix patterns carved on it were lifelike. Under the reflection of the halo, it seemed as if it would spread its wings and fly high at any time. The inlaid jade exuded a mysterious and warm luster, giving the entire valley a layer of strange colors.

"!"

The flute player's pupils suddenly contracted violently, as if attracted by a magnet, and his eyes were fixed on the Fengming Jade Flute.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, and a beast-like growl came from his throat.

"It's actually here with you!"

The flute player muttered to himself as he unconsciously took a few steps forward, his hands opened greedily as if he had already grasped the flute in his hands.

"..."

An extremely distorted greed appeared on his face, his facial features were distorted by desire, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"This flute should belong to a strong person like me who truly understands it!"

The flute player was shouting hysterically, with a crazy gleam in his eyes, like the fierce look of a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

In order to see more clearly, the flute player stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck as far as he could, as if he wanted to swallow the flute directly into his stomach.

His fingers twisted wildly, as if he couldn't wait to touch the flute.

"From now on, it's mine! When I get it, all of Catland will tremble at the sound of my flute!"

The flute player became more and more excited as he spoke, with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. Under the sunlight, he pulled out a crystal clear silk thread.