Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"..."

The Xingluo Squad stumbled through the spider-web-like alleys. Mo Zi's breathing became weaker and weaker, and there was almost only a trace of breath left on Da Fei's back.

"Sister A Zi, you must hold on, we will definitely save you..."

Bai Tang ran while using the Justice Bell to smash the debris blocking the way. The sound of the bell mixed with Da Fei's heavy breathing startled the wild cats on the street and made them run into the shadows with their fur standing on end.

"Hmm? Look, look there!"

When turning the third corner, a sign with the word "Medical" suddenly flashed in the dim light of the lantern.

Under the faded wooden sign, the three cursive characters "Baicaotang" swayed slightly in the night wind.

"found it!"

Bai Tang jumped up to reach for the door knocker, and Yun Wen's wrist exploded with tiny golden lights due to her excitement.

"boom!"

Da Fei banged against the door, causing it to clang and shake off the dust that had accumulated on the door frame.

"Doctor! Help!"

The crisp sound of porcelain bowls breaking came from the house, followed by the rapid dragging sound of wooden clogs.

"..."

As soon as the door latch was opened a crack, Xiaoqing squeezed in, her sleeves still stained with mud from the journey.

"Doctor! Please save my sister! She's been infected by Chaos, and her wounds are infected and she has a high fever!"

The aroma of medicine mixed with the smell of burning in the hall hit my face. The white-haired old cat poked its head out from behind the medicine cabinet, its gold-rimmed glasses sliding to the tip of its nose, and it was holding half a burnt medicine cake in its hand.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, lay the person down first."

The old doctor came over with a carved cane, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

He lifted his dark purple eyelids and observed for a moment, then took the pulse and listened carefully, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"This girl's pulse... turns out to be a struggle between the water rhyme of her body and the power of chaos!"

As he spoke, he shook open the yellowed linen bundle, and the silver needle shone coldly under the candlelight.

"Little girl, use your ice dew to protect her heart meridian. Remember to control your rhythmic energy. If you're not careful, the collision of the two forces will kill her! Others, don't block the light!"

"Okay, doctor, I'll do it right away!"

Xiaoqing immediately knelt beside the couch, and crystal ice beads condensed as her sleeves fluttered. She bit her fingertips and let the blood blend into the ice beads. The light pink healing ice dew slowly seeped into the dark purple wound.

"Sister, you must hold on, the doctor has been found!"

"Sister Azi..."

Da Fei stood aside, clutching the corner of his clothes, his big, copper-bell-like eyes filled with worry;

"Sister Azi, you must hold on, we still have a lot to explore in Cat Land!"

Baitang held his breath and clenched the bell of justice tightly, fearing that even the slightest noise would disturb the old doctor;

Mingyue clenched her hands tightly, the rhythmic power flickering at her fingertips;

"It's still quite calm outside..."

Wu Song stared at the door vigilantly, his whistle stick clenched in sweat in his palms.

"Sister Azi..."

All the cats watched the old doctor's actions intently, their eyes full of expectation, hoping that the old doctor could bring Mo Zi back from the brink of life and death.

……

A quarter of an hour passed quietly, and the charcoal fire in the medicine furnace flickered, making the atmosphere in Baicao Hall more depressing.

"?"

The old doctor finally straightened his hunched back, his withered fingers still gripping the blood-stained silver needle, his face covered with age spots filled with confusion and solemnity.

"..."

He nodded slowly at first, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, then he shook his head violently, his silver beard trembling slightly.

“Why this expression?”

Da Fei's knuckles turned white as he gripped the stretcher. His rough palms made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the animal hide. His voice was clearly trembling:

"Doctor, Sister A Zi..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Bai Tang's anxious voice.

Bai Tang practically leaped over to the doctor, the justice bell jingling against his chest, the rhythmic pattern dancing restlessly on his neck.

"Doctor! How is Sister A Zi? Please tell me quickly!"

His voice was tearful and his eyes were fixed on the old doctor, as if he wanted to dig the answer out of his face.

"Ugh……"

The old doctor adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses which had slipped down, and his cloudy eyes swept over the boy's flushed face. His cracked lips moved, but only a heavy sigh came out.

He turned around and walked slowly back to the armchair, each step seeming to step on the hearts of the cats.

When he sat down heavily, the wooden chair creaked under the weight.

"I have been practicing medicine for decades,"

The old doctor's voice was hoarse and tired, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the mottled wood grain on the medicine cabinet.

"I've never seen such a strange injury." He suddenly started coughing violently, making the medicine jar on the table buzz, and bloodshot appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Shen Zong Shui Yun is desperately trying to repair her meridians, but the power of chaos is gnawing at her like a venomous snake! Two powerful forces are tearing at her body frantically, one repairing, the other destroying. It's like... like the polarity of yin and yang exploding within her body. I really... really don't know where to start!"

"How could this happen?"

Xiaoqing's sleeves hung limply, and melted dew still remained on her fingertips.

"..."

She stumbled forward, her eyes red, her voice choked with uncontrollable sobs:

"Doctor, please, please save my sister... She can't..."

Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the dark purple and blood-stained collar.

"..."

Mingyue clenched the vine in her hand, the rhythmic energy flickering at her fingertips, her face filled with anxiety:

"Is there no other way? No matter how difficult it is, we are willing to give it a try!"

"..."

Wu Song gripped the hot whistle stick tightly, the flame on the tip of the stick swayed slightly, but it could not dispel the heaviness in the room.

The old doctor's cloudy eyes swept over the cats surrounding the bed, and his skinny fingers unconsciously stroked the armrests of the armchair, and the squeaking sound was particularly harsh in the silent room.

"There is a way... not that there is no way,"

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest, and every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

"But this method is not only extremely dangerous, but also requires... a rare and precious medicinal ingredient."

"boom!"

Xiaoqing knelt on the blue brick floor with a plop, her sleeves dragging long trails in the dust. When she raised her face, tears were already covering her muddy cheeks.

"Please! We will brave any sea of ​​fire and sword to save my sister!"

"Yes, we'll get whatever you need!"

Bai Tang then collapsed to the ground, the Bell of Justice rolled crookedly to the side, and the rhythm pattern on his wrist flickered, like a candle that was about to go out at any time.

"!"

Wu Song suddenly clenched his whistle stick, and the flame shot up to half a person's height, but suddenly went out the moment the old doctor shook his head.

"Where is the sacred object of Da Zong?"

His voice trembled, with a last ray of hope,

"Isn't it said that holy relics can purify chaos and bring back the dead?"

"Ugh……"

The old doctor's sigh was more ethereal than the smoke from the medicine furnace:

"Holy artifacts...holy artifacts are only effective against pure Chaos erosion. Look at this girl, the two forces are entangled in a knot. Not only can the holy artifact not untie it, but it will..."

Before he finished speaking, the whistle in Wu Song's hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp echo in the silence.

"This, how could this happen..."

Da Fei suddenly squatted down, his broad shoulders heaving violently. He reached out and gently wiped the blood foam from the corner of Mo Zi's mouth, but his rough palm was shaking:

"Sister Azi...we came all the way to Dazong just to save you..."

"Azi..."

Mingyue's fingers, which were gripping the vine, sank deeply into her palms. Starlight flickered a few times at her fingertips, and finally turned into tiny particles of light and dissipated.

"Uh--"

Bai Tang felt something hot sliding down his cheek into his mouth, so salty it tasted bitter.

He suddenly rushed to the bed and grabbed Mo Zi's cold hand:

"Sister Azi won't die! Our Xingluo class has never lost!"

But all he got in response was Mo Zi's increasingly weak breathing, and the afterimage of the old doctor's silver hair swaying gently in the candlelight as he shook his head.

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(There's nothing wrong now, so I should be able to resume posting twice a day as normal.)

(His return is coming soon, at the latest in the late stages of the battle, but he might even appear earlier...)