Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Boom..."

The damp and musty smell mixed with the medicinal fragrance from the gray tail filled the secret room. Wu Song counted the spots of light leaking through the gaps between the tiles, and suddenly heard the shrill sound of a gong coming from the direction of the ancestral hall.

The sound was like a blunt knife scraping against his eardrum, each one more rapid than the last.

"!"

Yun Bai's tail feathers instantly straightened, and white and red rhythmic patterns exploded at her fingertips:

"Oh no! It's the Enforcement Hall's rally signal!"

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently.

Huihui raised his three tails alertly, and a fine purple light shone between his scales:

"They're carrying the Rhythm Tracker, the barrier can't hold!"

Before Wu Song could react, tiles from the secret room's ceiling began to fall like raindrops.

"Humph……"

Elder Wu Gang's dragon-headed whistle stick, wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, slammed heavily at his feet. The copper ring on the whistle stick made a sharp sound, and the splashed gravel scratched his cheek, and blood dripped down his jaw onto his clothes.

"It's you evil creatures!"

Wu Gang's cloudy eyes were fixed on the scales on the tip of Huihui's ear, with a chilling hatred rolling in his eyes, as if he was looking at something filthy.

"What is the crime of secretly keeping an exotic cat?"

His hand, covered with age spots, held up the whistle stick, veins bulging.

"This product of chaos should be eradicated as soon as possible!"

A dozen law enforcement officers, holding whistle sticks engraved with talismans, approached like wolves smelling blood. The sound of the wind caused by the whistle sticks was mixed with contempt and murderous intent towards the strange cat.

“Let him go!”

The white jade flute was placed horizontally in front of Huihui, and its tail feathers emitted a dazzling green light.

"He has never hurt anyone! Strange cats are also living beings and should not be treated like this!"

Her voice trembled with anger, but was drowned out by the laughter of the law enforcement officers.

"life?"

A law enforcement officer grinned and slammed the whistle stick in his hand heavily on the ground beside Huihui, sending wood chips flying.

"The existence of this monster is a blasphemy to the power of rhythm!"

Another team member pointed the tip of the whistle stick at Huihui's throat, and the talisman on the metal surface glowed faintly:

"It should have been torn into pieces long ago to avoid polluting Da Zong's rhyme power!"

Their eyes burned with fanatical murderous intent, as if Huihui was not a life, but a cancer that must be completely eradicated.

"you……"

Wu Song held the whistle tightly and stood in front of the two men, but facing the cold and gloomy expressions of the law enforcement officers, his trembling legs could hardly support his body.

"!"

Cold sweat slid down his back, and he could clearly feel Huihui trembling behind him, and that weak breath hit his back again and again.

"absurd!"

Wu Gang's dragon-headed whistle club slammed into the ground, shaking Wu Song's knees and causing tiny cracks to appear on the ground of the ancestral hall. The rhythmic force on the whistle club burst out with a dazzling red light.

"Strange cats are the product of chaos. Keeping them will bring disaster sooner or later!"

He waved his arms, and the law enforcement officers around him shouted in unison, their voices filled with bloodthirsty desire.

"Uh……"

Accompanied by the sound of whistles breaking through the air, Huihui was held tightly by several whistle sticks. The blood from the bursting scales splashed on Wusong's face, warm and sweet.

"..."

The blood droplets dripped onto his whistle, making a "sizzling" burning sound.

“Father! Please help us!”

Wu Song turned to look at his father Wu Yan behind the crowd, but saw that familiar face was as cold as ice.

Wu Yan gripped the whistle at his waist tightly, his Adam's apple moved, and he finally looked away:

"Wu family members are not allowed to harbor heretics."

His voice seemed to come from far away, with a barely perceptible tremor, but it still cut off Wu Song's last hope.

"..."

Yun Bai's flute sound suddenly became sharp, and the green light turned into a sharp blade, cutting off part of the whistle stick, and the broken wood pieces flew in the air:

"Xiaosong, take him through the secret passage!"

Her tail feathers were scattered by the chaotic impact, and each feather carried a faint green light as it fell.

"We can't let prejudice take another life!"

Wu Song just grabbed Hui Hui's claws when his wrist was entangled by the captain's whistle stick. In the severe pain, he heard Hui Hui's weak voice:

“Leave me alone…”

"Do not--"

In the chaos, Wu Song watched Huihui being driven by law enforcement officers with whistle sticks and dragged towards the execution ground in the direction of the ancestral hall. Yunbai was pinned to the ground by several whistle sticks and struggled.

The law enforcement officers dragged and cursed:

"This kind of thing should be crushed to ashes!"

“The sooner you die, the better!”

The sound of the whistle hitting the ground and the curses intertwined, like an airtight net, completely drowning out all the voices of resistance.

He suddenly felt the wisteria knot around his waist burning like a branding iron. It turned out that in the face of the strict rules of the Dazong, their feeble resistance was nothing more than a moth flying into a flame.

……

Leaden clouds hung low, suffocating the Wu Family Ancestral Hall. Rain, tinged with the scent of blood, washed over the bluestone slabs, winding into a purple stream beneath Huihui.

Twelve whistle sticks engraved with talismans for killing evil spirits locked onto its limbs and neck like poisonous snakes. Its scales sizzled under the burning of the talismans, and bursts of white smoke with a burnt smell rose up.

"Wusong! Yunbai!"

Elder Wu Gang's dragon-headed whistle club slammed heavily on the stone steps. The sound of the copper rings clashing startled the crows under the eaves and made Wu Song's eardrums hurt.

"Having an affair with a different cat is a violation of the clan's ironclad law! What else can I say?"

His fingers, covered with age spots, trembled with anger, and his cloudy eyes were filled with chilling murderous intent.

"Let me go!"

Yun Bai suddenly broke free from the whistle stick that was restraining her, and her tail feathers exploded with a green glow like broken wings:

"Master! Huihui has never used the power of chaos! The talisman he taught Wusong to draw saved three lives during the monster invasion!"

Her voice pierced through the rain, but was drowned out by the sneers of the law enforcement officers.

"Haha, listen to what he's saying? A strange cat will save a cat..."

"I think Senior Sister Yunbai is also seriously ill!"

"absurd!"

A loud shout came from deep within the ancestral hall, and the ground suddenly shook.

Master Wu, holding a coiled dragon whistle stick, walked out slowly. His robe embroidered with flame patterns in gold thread dragged across the stone steps. Every step seemed to step on Wu Song's heart.

The old man was surrounded by a suffocating aura of oppression. Wherever he passed, the law enforcement officers knelt on one knee with their foreheads pressed against the ground.

"Yun'er, that's how I taught you!"

The clan leader's cloudy eyes swept across his grandson's stubborn face, then fell on his gray, trembling body. The corners of his wrinkled mouth curled up in a cold arc:

"The alien cat is born as a vessel of chaos, like dynamite buried under Da Zong's feet. If it is not eliminated today, it will cause great disaster in the future!"

His dragon-headed whistle club hit the edge of the execution platform hard, and the flying gravel scratched Huihui's cheek.

"Wu Yan, keep an eye on your son! Don't let him fall into the abyss!"

"..."

Wu Song felt his father Wu Yan's hand on his shoulder. The hand that had taught him how to hold a bat was now as cold as ice.

He suddenly broke free and screamed:

"Grandpa! Huihui is not a monster! He will teach me to use rhythm to repair the barrier, and he will sing when I am punished to kneel..."

"shut up!"

The clan leader's roar caused tiles to fall, and he swung the dragon-shaped whistle stick in his hand, creating a black shadow that instantly knocked Wu Song away.

"Uh--"

Wu Song bumped into a stone pillar, tasting blood in his mouth, but he still struggled to get up.

"..."

Yun Bai's jade flute suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light, and the flute sound, wrapped in healing power, rushed towards Hui Hui, but was shattered in mid-air by the shadow of the whistle stick swung by the sect leader.

“Gray…”

The moment the green light dissipated, Wu Song saw the last ray of light in the gray-amber eyes extinguishing.

"..."

Huihui used up the last of his strength and gently wagged his tail at him, as if to say goodbye.

“Execution!”

Following the sect leader's command, twelve whistle sticks were raised simultaneously, drawing cold arcs of light in the dark clouds.

The talisman emitted an eerie red light, and the gray body gradually became transparent in the strong light.

Wu Song felt the wisteria knot around his waist suddenly burst, warm fragments piercing his flesh. The world before him was dyed blood red with anger and despair...