Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

In the lobby of the inn, the oppressive atmosphere was like a gloomy haze, making it hard to breathe.

"No, even though Sister A Zi doesn't care, I still can't think about it!"

Bai Tang was so angry that her face turned red, her eyes were wide open, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Every time I stomped my feet, the wooden floor made a dull "dong dong" sound:

"This is so infuriating! That wicked flute master actually controlled us to hurt Sister A Zi. I wish I could rush out right now and beat him up!"

Wu Song crossed his arms, his brows knitted into the shape of a "川" character, and paced back and forth in the hall, his steps anxious and heavy:

"Bai Tang is right! We can't let this happen. But if we rush out rashly, we'll just fall into the enemy's trap. We have to think of a comprehensive plan."

Da Feizhang's face flushed, his eyebrows knitted tightly together. He scratched his head and slammed his strong palm on the table, knocking the dishes and chopsticks all over the table.

"Sister A Zi suffered such a serious injury in order to protect us. Although I am not very smart, I can't swallow this anger. If I can catch that guy, I... I will make him apologize to Sister A Zi!"

Xiaoqing's eyes were red, her hands tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, and her voice was filled with tears:

"It's all my fault. If I had been more sober and not been controlled, my sister wouldn't have been hurt... I must find that flute master and make him pay!"

Mingyue stood quietly in the corner, her usually cold face now covered with frost. She gripped the weapon in her hand tightly and said coldly:

"No matter who the other party is, if he dares to hurt Ah Zi and control us, I will never let him go."

Just as everyone was venting their anger, near noon, the sunlight poured through the windows without reservation, coating the hall with a dazzling golden color.

Mo Zi was wearing a light purple dress, with an upright posture, and walked out of the room steadily.

The companions gathered around him immediately as if they had seen a savior, and started discussing countermeasures.

"Sister A Zi, we must take the initiative, find that bad guy, and beat him to a pulp!"

Bai Tang waved his fists, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled slightly with anger.

Wu Song nodded slightly, his eyes sharp as a torch, and said in a deep voice:

"Bai Tang's point makes sense, but rash action is not a good idea. We need to make a careful plan and hit the target with one strike."

Xiaoqing echoed:

"That's right! Not only that, we need to figure out how they're controlling us and find a way to break it, so we can avoid repeating the same mistakes."

"Um?"

Just as everyone was expressing their opinions, Mo Zi's brows suddenly furrowed, his muscles tensed instantly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

She keenly sensed that threads of demonic sounds, accompanied by strange black mist, were madly seeping out of her companions' bodies. The mist was like greedy tentacles, twisting and spreading, trying to drag everyone into endless darkness.

"do not move!"

Mo Zi roared, his voice like a huge bell, making the hall buzz.

In an instant, a layer of cold air spread around her body, and a rich lavender energy swept out like a surging tide, carrying sharp ice chips and covering the sky.

"It's so cold, Sister A Zi, what are you doing?"

"Yes, sister, have you discovered anything?"

The temperature in the hall dropped to freezing point in the blink of an eye. A thick layer of ice crystals quickly formed on the ground. Crystal clear ice spikes hung upside down from the walls and ceiling, and the cold was biting.

"Ah--"

Mo Zi formed seals with his hands rapidly, his movements were smooth and flowing, and every gesture exuded a terrifying pressure.

The majestic icy force roared and transformed into countless ice blades. These ice blades flashed with a faint blue light, carrying a breath of destruction, and shot towards the direction of the demonic sound.

Wherever the ice blades passed, the demonic sound instantly solidified, frozen into crystalline icicles that hovered in mid-air. The black mist that had been spreading wildly was also firmly frozen, like a frozen nightmare, unable to move.

"What on earth is this?"

The companions were stunned by this sudden change, their mouths wide open, staring blankly at the frozen magic sound around them, speechless for a moment.

"Whoo~"

Mo Zi let out a long sigh and slowly lowered her hands. Her hair and eyelashes were covered with frost, like a fairy carved from ice and jade:

"These demonic sounds are the culprits controlling you. I will freeze them temporarily."

She looked at everyone with a firm, torch-like gaze.

"I suspect the flute master who controlled you will appear again tonight. If we destroy his flute, we can save everyone completely."

"Yeah?"

Bai Tang jumped up excitedly and shouted:

"Then Sister A Zi, I'll go with you! I want to teach that bad guy a lesson myself!"

Mo Zi smiled and shook his head, then raised his hand and gently touched Bai Tang's head:

"No, I'm going it alone this time. Although the flute chaos within you has been frozen, it hasn't been eradicated yet. It's safer to stay at the inn. If you're not careful, the power of chaos might backfire."

She looked out the window. The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the sky was stained with a dark red.

"Everyone, gather your strength. Tonight, I will expose the true face of the mastermind behind this and restore peace to everyone!"

The last rays of sunset faded from the mountaintop, and the thick, inky darkness quickly enveloped the inn. The dim candlelight flickered in the hall, casting shadows on the walls.

"Ugh……"

Bai Tang, Wu Song, Xiao Qing, Da Fei and Ming Yue sat around the table, staring out the window. Although their bodies were exhausted from the day's activities, all the cats were not sleepy at all. Their solemn expressions were filled with worry about Mo Zi who was about to take action.

"Hmph, I'll end it all with you tonight!"

Mo Zi walked out of the room steadily with a spear in his hand. The spear shone coldly in the moonlight.

She stood tall and straight, walked with firm steps, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of her companions.

Seeing this, her companions stood up and walked quickly to the window, following her figure closely with their eyes.

Bai Tang clung to the window frame with both hands, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't help shouting:

"Sister Azi, you must be careful! If you encounter any danger, come back quickly!"

Wu Song clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:

"Sister A Zi, we are waiting for your triumphant return!"

Xiaoqing's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was choked with sobs:

"Sister, please come back safely."

Da Fei scratched his head and shouted loudly:

"Sister A Zi, if that bad guy dares to hurt you, I will never forgive him!"

Mingyue stared at Mo Zi silently, with a rare concern in her eyes.

Mo Zi stopped at the door of the inn and slowly turned around.

She looked at her friends by the window, the moonlight shining on her face, outlining a firm yet gentle outline. She nodded slightly, sending a reassuring signal to her friends, then turned and strode into the night.

The footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared into the endless darkness.

As soon as Mo Zi's figure disappeared, Bai Tang panicked and paced around the hall, rushing to the window from time to time to look out, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead:

"Sister Azi is facing danger alone. What if something goes wrong?"

Wu Song clenched his fists until they turned white, trying hard to suppress his inner uneasiness, but he could not hide the anxiety on his brow:

"Sister A Zi is very powerful, but the enemy is too strange and makes us worry."

Xiaoqing leaned against the window frame, tears welling up in her eyes, her fingers tightly clutching the curtains:

"My sister always takes on everything by herself, but I can't help..."

Da Fei sat heavily on the chair, which made a harsh sound under the weight. He grumbled in a low voice, blaming himself:

"It's all my fault for being useless and not being able to go with Sister A Zi."

Mingyue was still standing by the window, staring at the direction where Mo Zi disappeared. A trace of worry that was difficult to conceal appeared on her cold face.

The night outside the window grew darker, with only the occasional sound of wind and insects adding a touch of sound to the dead silence.

Inside the inn, the companions' hearts were hanging in the air, anxiously waiting for Mo Zi's return.