Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The evening mist in the mountains was like a veil, and the gravel road meandered beneath my feet.

"With Bai Tang here, no danger can happen!"

The dandelion fluff on Baitang's head was blown all over the place by the mountain wind, but he still held his weapon and vigilantly swept through the bushes on both sides;

"Sister Azi..."

Wu Song half-supported Mo Zi in front of him, slamming his stick into the ground for leverage, his neck tense as he tried to maintain distance from her.

Xiaoqing's sleeves fluttered, but her eyes kept drifting towards her sister, appearing very absent-minded;

A faint light condensed on Mingyue's fingertips as she carefully searched for clues of chaotic aura in the air.

“This won’t work!”

Baitang suddenly braked, his tail slapping the ground nervously.

"Sister Mo Zi is burning even hotter!"

Before he could finish his words, Mo Zi suddenly staggered and held onto the tree trunk beside him, his pale fingers leaving five bloody marks on the bark.

"Xiaoqing...Wusong..."

Dark purple air was like a gossamer thread, and purple lines crawled along the neck to the bottom of the eyes.

"Wait...I..."

Wu Song immediately leaned over to support her elbow, but when he touched her hot skin, he suddenly retracted his hand and used the stick to support her back.

“Come closer!”

His Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes avoided her distracted gaze.

"The battle is coming soon, don't let up."

Xiaoqing has wrapped her sleeves around her dark purple waist, and the cold rhythmic energy seeps through the fabric:

"Hold on, sister!"

She turned her wrist and threw out a few bamboo leaves soaked in medicine and applied them to the dark purple wound.

"The hemostatic grass the old doctor gave me is still effective!"

White sugar was so anxious that it was spinning in circles

"It's all because of this broken mountain road! If it were flat land, I would have carried Sister A Zi on my back and flown to Da Zong!"

He suddenly pulled off the dandelion fluff,

"Here! Use this to cool your sister down!"

The starlight on Mingyue's fingertips condensed into a veil, gently covering the dark purple forehead:

"Azi, we'll take turns transferring the rhythmic energy, and you just rest."

She looked at the chaotic clouds rolling in the distance, her tone suddenly firm.

"No matter how tough those forces are, they can't stop us."

"Xiaoqing..."

Mo Zi forced a move of his lips, and his blood-stained fingers unconsciously grasped Xiao Qing's sleeves.

The mountain wind blew up the dead leaves and swept past the cats. Wu Song silently held the stick tightly and walked in front. The tip of the stick made a clanging sound on the bluestone, startling a few night owls, which fluttered and flew towards the chaotic sky.

When dusk completely swallowed up the last ray of light, the Xingluo class found a sheltered cave in a valley.

"It's getting late, everyone. Let's get some rest!"

Wu Song piled up the dead branches into a simple bonfire. When the sparks flew up, they made Mo Zi's increasingly pale face flush sickly.

“Eat something.”

Xiaoqing tore off the tenderest piece of meat from the roasted rabbit, wrapped it in leaves and handed it to Mo Zi.

The latter just shook his head, curled up and leaned against the rock wall, the purple lines twisting strangely in the flickering firelight.

Bai Tang squatted by the campfire, puffing out his cheeks and blowing air, and the dandelion fluff trembled in the heat:

"Sister Azi, you should eat something... Only when you are full can you have the strength to wait for us to find the holy object."

He suddenly remembered something and took out half a hard cake from his bag.

"Hey! The dry food the old doctor gave me is so delicious!"

"..."

Wu Song silently spread the animal skins in his bag on a dry surface and added a few thick logs to the fire.

"We're taking turns keeping watch tonight, and I'm on first shift."

He deliberately stood a little further away from Mo Zi, but his eyes kept sweeping over her trembling shoulders.

Mingyue knelt beside Mo Zi, the starlight condensed into tiny threads and penetrated into her body. Suddenly, her expression changed slightly:

"The power of chaos is flowing faster through her meridians..."

The light at her fingertips flickered.

“We must find a way to suppress it.”

"let me!"

Baitang suddenly jumped up, and a golden ball cannon condensed in his palm.

"My rhythmic power is purest, maybe I can blast those bad guys out!"

"Nonsense!"

Wu Song suddenly stood up and slammed his stick to the ground.

"The power of chaos devours those who are stronger than it is. Do you want to kill her?"

He realized that he had lost his composure, turned his face away and added in a low voice,

"Save your energy... there's a tough match tomorrow."

"Crackling..."

The cave fell into silence, with only the sound of the campfire crackling.

Xiaoqing took off the water bag, wet the cloth, and gently wiped the cold sweat from her dark purple forehead.

Mo Zi suddenly grabbed her wrist and said with difficulty:

"Xiaoqing...if I can't hold on..."

"Don't say that!"

Xiaoqing held her cold hand with her backhand, her sleeves trembling violently behind her.

"The Xingluo Squad never abandons any of their companions. It was the same back in Dongqiang Town, and it's the same now!"

"Sorry……"

……

As the night deepened, Bai Tang curled up in the corner and took a nap, but his tail was still wagging in a vigilant manner.

"What on earth happened in that illusion..."

Wu Song leaned against the rock wall and stared outside the cave. The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, and the burning bonfire always separated him from Mo Zi's figure, as if there was an invisible barrier between them.

Chaos runes flickered in the sky, accompanied by the faint sound of mechanical gears turning in the distance, adding a bit of weirdness to this uneasy night.

……

As the morning light pierced through the mist, Xing Luoban's pace slowed down in front of the steep stone steps.

The wild grass growing out of the cracks in the gravel was covered with night dew. Wu Song's palms, which were holding the stick, were sweating. He looked up at the mottled stone tablet high on the hill. The three large vermilion characters "Jingyanggang" had long faded, and cracks covered the tablet like spider webs, exuding an indescribable eerie feeling in the morning breeze.

"Jingyanggang?"

Xiaoqing's sleeves suddenly tightened, remembering the old doctor's mention of Hanxingdu and the tiger demon soul on Jingyang Ridge.

She subconsciously stood in front of Mo Zi, but saw the latter slowly squatting down while holding the stone tablet. His pale fingertips touched the cracks on the tablet, and the purple lines suddenly surged violently.

"careful!"

Before the rhythmic power of the bright moon could fully condense, the ground suddenly shook.

"Roar……"

Dozens of black shadows suddenly emerged from the thorn bushes. They were actually tiger puppets covered with ice crystals. The chaos runes flashing on their foreheads faintly resonated with the stone tablet.

The giant tiger in the lead swung its tail, breaking trees as thick as bowls, and its roar hurt the cats' eardrums.

“It’s so noisy!”

Baitang instantly jumped up and turned into a golden meteor:

"You've come just in time! Let me practice on you!"

Before he could finish his words, the two tiger puppets suddenly split into four, and the icy spikes raised by their sharp claws flew past his ears.

"Quick victory!"

Wu Song turned around and swung his stick. The wind from the stick pushed back the puppet that was charging at him, but he saw the broken ice crystals reuniting on the ground.

"The chaotic power of these puppets is connected to the stone tablet!" Xiao Qing swung out her sleeves and wrapped them around the giant tiger's neck, but the dark blue power was quickly frozen by the ice.

"We must destroy the stone tablet!"

Before she finished speaking, Mo Zi suddenly staggered towards the stone tablet, and the purple pattern crawled along her fingertips towards the tablet like a living thing.

"Sister Azi!"

Wu Song's pupils suddenly shrank, and the shadow of the stick split the puppet blocking the way and rushed forward.

The moment Mo Zi's palm touched the stone tablet, all the tiger puppets froze at the same time, and the chaos runes strangely turned into ancient totems.

Mingyue suddenly exclaimed:

"No! She's absorbing the power of chaos!"

Bai Tang was so anxious that he was emitting sparks:

"Stop her! This thing will drain her dry!"

But just as Wu Song's stick touched the corner of Mo Zi's clothes, the stone tablet suddenly burst out with a dazzling purple light, knocking everyone to the ground.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Mo Zi knelt beside the charred remains of the stone tablet, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes:

"...found...the clue to Han Xingdu..."