Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The proprietress stood up swiftly, took out a silver ingot and slapped it on the table. The copper bell at her waist jingled with her movements.

"Remember, tidy up the shop before 9:00 a.m. tomorrow."

She said this without even turning her head, her fluffy tail wagging casually, and her agile figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Really? Why are you walking so fast..."

Bai Tang stared at the last few pieces of fried tofu in the bowl, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

He suddenly grabbed the bowl and drank it in one gulp, the soup dripping down his chin onto the hair on his chest.

"Ahem!"

The salty taste made him roll his eyes. Da Fei quickly reached out and patted him on the back:

"Why are you in such a hurry? There's no cat to compete with you!"

“What do you know!”

White sugar's face flushed red, his cheeks still bulging as he chewed.

"The leftovers the boss lady gave me last time were so rotten they could kill a rat!"

He wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the cup and gulped down the entire glass of juice.

“I don’t know when we’ll have meat again!”

"Humph……"

Wu Song helplessly knocked him on the head with his whistle stick:

“You’re just greedy!”

He turned around and quietly pushed the steamed dumplings he had not finished eating over.

Mingyue looked at the moon in the sky, and the images of Neptune and Uranus kept flashing through her mind. She silently said in her heart:

"Are you all okay now?"

Thinking of this, her eyes became more gentle, but with a hint of worry.

Xiaoqing's eyes were on Mo Zi from beginning to end. Seeing that Mo Zi's face was getting paler, she couldn't help but speak:

"Sister, sister, what were you thinking about before? I felt like you seemed to be worried about something."

Mo Zi touched her head again, the purple halo between the ends of her hair was faintly visible, and her voice was a little weak:

"It's okay, Qing'er. I'm just a little uneasy. It's nothing. Maybe I'm tired from running around too much today."

……

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew, and the candle flame jumped violently a few times, stretching the shadows of everyone on the wall.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with the candle..."

The streets were eerily quiet, with only the intermittent sounds of the night watchman beating the clock in the distance.

Mo Zi suddenly trembled all over, her purple pupils contracted violently, and her body swayed, almost falling. Xiao Qing was quick to catch her:

"Sister! What's wrong with you?"

Mo Zi tried hard to stand steady, but beads of sweat covered his forehead, and the purple lines in his hair were faintly hot:

"For some reason, I suddenly felt a chill..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard a "plop" sound, and a drop of black liquid fell on the table, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

The cats looked around vigilantly, only to see that the roof was now filled with nimble black shadows, their dark green eyes flickering in the night like will-o'-the-wisp fires.

"It seems that we are being targeted."

Wu Song gripped the whistle stick tightly in his hand, and the hair on his body stood up slightly.

"These guys are probably related to what happened during the day!"

Bai Tang showed no fear at all, instead he rubbed his hands excitedly:

"You've come just in time! I haven't even eaten yet, so this is a good time to stretch my legs and help digest!"

Da Fei also raised his fist, fiercely:

"I was just thinking of trying out my new moves!"

Mingyue slowly drew out the Moon Blade, and the moonlight flowed on the blade:

"Be careful, they have a strange aura."

Xiaoqing wrapped the water silk around her wrist and looked nervously at Mo Zi in her arms:

"Sister, hide behind us first! Leave this to us!"

Mo Zi shook his head, trying to cheer himself up, and the ice-purple fan in his hand bloomed with a faint blue light:

"Silly girl, how could I let you take risks alone..."

The thick smoke surged like a living thing, and the spicy smell was wrapped in the unique fishy, ​​sweet and poisonous fragrance of the Red Snake Hall, mixed with the cold spices of the White Tiger Hall, forming a strange vortex in the air.

The black-armored soldiers of the Black Claw Gang retreated three steps in unison. Amid the sound of metal clashing, their shields formed an impenetrable copper wall. Only through the gaps in the leader's mask could a faint green light shone through his eyes, staring intently into the depths of the smoke.

"Everyone from the Xingluo Squad, why are you fighting so hard?"

A hoarse voice wrapped in internal energy shook the air, and a masked man in a black robe came out of the fog. The beast eyes carved on the bronze mask actually leaked dark red liquid, which dripped down the neck and onto the dark-patterned cuffs - the pattern was exactly the same as the Black Claw Gang emblem, but with an extra strange crack.

"We have no ill intentions. We just want to negotiate a deal with Miss Mo Zi, the ice fan user, and the one-eyed proprietress."

"Clang!"

There was a sudden sound of metal clashing. The one-eyed proprietress's whistle slammed heavily on the ground, sending sparks flying from the iron chain and copper bell.

She leaned against the broken wall, the cloth covering her eye lifted by the smoke, revealing a copper bell-shaped fake eye underneath that glowed with an eerie purple light.

"While I'm trying to pee, you monsters have already gathered here?"

She suddenly sneered, picked up a piece of wood with her whistle stick and threw it towards the Red Snake Hall.

"Cowards of the Red Snake Hall, wipe your hall master's fangs clean before you speak!"

"Disperse..."

With a light wave of the dark purple ice fan, the cold air condensed into a translucent barrier in front of him, isolating the smoke from outside.

She noticed the cracks on the purple-robed cat bone fan - they were clearly the marks left from the fight with the Dark Envoy the day before.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want us to do by using the Dazong secret treasure as bait?"

The masked man raised his hand, and the spider silk on the gray-clothed man's fingertips suddenly lit up with a faint blue fluorescence, projecting a map of the west city on the ground.

"The underground base of the Red Snake Hall hides a magical weapon that can summon Chaos Beasts."

The bone fan of the purple cat is in the northwest corner of the map.

"Three days from now, when the moon is full, they will sacrifice a hundred cat people."

Before he finished speaking, the White Tiger Hall's White-Faced Cat suddenly swung out his folding fan, and the silver needles that popped out from between the fan bones accurately pinned the poison darts flying from the direction of the Red Snake Hall.

"The Black Claw Gang is well-informed, but we at the White Tiger Hall can also do this job—"

"shut up!"

The chains of the Red Snake Hall suddenly exploded, penetrating the smoke and entangling the dark purple ice fan.

The surface of the chain was covered with scarlet scales, and at the end was a snake head with bared fangs:

"Xingluoban killed my brother. Today, I owe this blood debt—"

Before he could finish his words, the proprietress's whistle shattered the chains like lightning, and the cloud tiger's phantom roared and dispersed the smoke, revealing dozens of black coffins engraved with spells behind the people in the Red Snake Hall.

Bai Tang's Justice Bell suddenly vibrated violently, and the golden light collided with the black mist of the black coffin, bursting into dazzling sparks.

"They're raising Chaos!"

The Moon Blade was unsheathed, and the moonlight reflected the tentacles wriggling in the cracks of the black coffin.

"The patterns on these coffins are exactly the same as the magical instruments used during the Cat-Earth War!"

The masked man suddenly opened his robe, revealing a chain wrapped around his waist—three Chaos heads were strung at the end of the chain:

"So we need the Xingluo Clan's rhyme power, and the boss lady's Eighteen Cloud Tiger Styles. After this is done, I will hand over the clues to the Dazong secret treasure."

The proprietress's fake copper eyes spun wildly, and she suddenly swung out her whistle stick, the iron chain on the stick head wrapped around the masked man's neck:

"You want us to be your pawns? First tell me, what is the relationship between the Black Claw Gang and An's forces?"

"Hahaha……"

Sneering laughter could be heard from the smoke, and weapons from all sides were ready to be used in the darkness.