Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Do not--"

The shackles of memory collapsed, and Wu Song fell straight into the vortex of chaos, with the fishy and sweet taste in his throat surging like a river of blood bursting its dam.

"Why is this happening..."

Huihui's smile before it disappeared, Yunbai's tail feathers burned by the talisman, the purple blood splattered on his face when the law enforcement officers cut open the cub, countless images were like boiling iron, boiling into a twisted purgatory in his pupils.

“Why seal my soul?!”

He frantically tore at his clothes, his nails scratching bloody marks on his skin.

“How many innocent lives have I killed?!”

Those "noble blood" admonitions that were once regarded as honor now turned into thousands of barbs, madly winding back from the depths of his heart, gouging his conscience into holes.

"what did I do……"

He suddenly remembered the way the stray cat cowered and took the moldy cake when he was looking down at him and chasing it away - that look was exactly the same as when Huihui timidly handed him the glass bead.

"boom……"

Chaos wrapped around his limbs like a living thing, and the shadow of the ancestral hall collapsed above his head.

"what--"

The turbid eyes of the sect leader and the bulging veins of Elder Wu Gang's fierce grin overlapped with the image of himself swinging his whistle stick to cut off the strange cat's neck.

"Does the strange cat deserve to die?!"

His roar shattered the memory fragments around him.

“When Huihui was teaching me to draw stars with rhyme, the fur on his tail was still wet with dew!”

"No, I don't want to see this..."

Wu Song slammed heavily into the barrier of nothingness, and the blood blooming on his forehead turned into a weird mandala in the chaos.

He finally saw clearly that he was just a puppet on the altar of sect prejudice, his edges and corners cut off by the sharp blade that severed his memory and forged into a weapon to slaughter his own kind.

And the goodwill that he crushed with his own hands and the original intention that he betrayed were now turning into bone-eating insects and ants, dragging him into the bottomless abyss of self-loathing.

"boom--"

When the last fragment of memory pierced his heart, he heard from the depths of his soul the roar of the entire Dazong's corrupt rules collapsing.

"..."

The giant face formed by chaos twisted and deformed before his eyes, and its scarlet vertical pupils were like two balls of eternal fire, illuminating every detail of Wu Song's wounds.

The burning sensation from the curse mark remaining on the wound has not subsided yet, and every breath feels like countless fine needles piercing through the body.

The piercing laughter, wrapped in a corrosive miasma, hit him in the face, causing his eardrums to hurt.

"Look at you now, you still want to protect the Da Zong? Why not throw yourself into the arms of chaos and completely crush all this hypocrisy!"

Wu Song supported himself on the ground and slowly stood up, his knees leaving two bloody marks on the sharp fragments of memory.

Beneath the blood-stained clothes, new rhythmic patterns spread wildly on the skin like vines breaking free from their restraints, and each line was accompanied by a tearing pain.

"..."

He looked at his trembling but always clenched hands - these hands once wielded the whistle to cut off life, but now they had to fight for new life.

"I admit that Da Zong is ill, very ill."

Wu Song raised his head, his shattered pupils reflecting a chaotic and ferocious face. His voice was hoarse but every word was weighty, and the bloody taste in his throat was mixed with a trembling determination.

"It has been blinded by prejudice, its heart twisted by power, and it has transformed its mission of protecting the people into a butcher's knife to eliminate those who dissidents. But precisely because of this, I must personally remove the poison from its bones."

"Hahaha……"

Chaos scoffed mockingly, and the sound waves caused the surrounding memory fragments to explode:

"Just you? A pathetic creature betrayed by your own kind, with your hands stained with blood? Look at your feet, there are so many wronged souls of alien cats wailing!"

“Only me!”

Wu Song suddenly punched the void, and the broken memories splashed like a mirror.

He saw Huihui using his tail to roll up a charcoal pencil and teach him how to draw a spell, heard the clear sound of the white jade flute breaking, and saw countless pairs of eyes filled with despair and prejudice flashing in the chaos.

"Huihui taught me the meaning of equality in all life, that even the faintest flame is worth protecting; Yunbai taught me the courage to persevere with his scars, that even if I am covered in wounds, I must protect the light in my heart."

His nails dug deep into his palms, and where the blood dripped, white rhythmic flowers blossomed.

“The rules of a clan should not be an excuse for massacre, and bloodline should not become the shackles of prejudice.

The true legacy of a martial family is to protect with integrity, not to bully the weak! "

"hypocritical--"

The giant face of chaos suddenly shrank, and countless spikes emerged from the void, but they turned into powder the moment they touched the aura surrounding Wu Song.

"Foolish obsession! You will eventually die in despair amidst the ruins of your ideals! The wheel of history will not change because of you. Those blinded by power will only crush you!"

“Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will rebuild true justice on this rotten foundation.”

Wu Song's body was filled with bright light, colliding violently with the chaotic darkness. Every ray of light was swallowing up the surrounding haze.

"I will restore the Da Clan to what it was a hundred years ago—a Da Clan that embraced difference and protected all. I will travel every corner of Maotu to gather the buried truth. I will confront every stubborn elder and shatter their prejudices with the righteousness they taught me. I will spend the rest of my life atoning for all the lives lost due to misunderstanding."

As the last word fell, his consciousness pierced through the chaos like a sharp sword and rushed towards the real world, leaving only the unwilling roar of chaos echoing in the void.

"This is something you will never understand..."

And in the direction he left, a ray of light was penetrating the thick darkness, heralding the coming of dawn.

"boom……"

"hehe--"

The primordial chaos roared, and a faint light of admiration shone in its scarlet vertical pupils:

"Interesting! Such a stubborn sense of justice is a hundred times more interesting than those pedantic sect elders!"

The surging black fog in the void suddenly condensed, and thousands of tentacles covered with barbs rushed out like poisonous snakes, instantly wrapping around Wu Song's limbs and neck.

"Want to leave so easily?"

The chaotic sound was mixed with a tooth-grinding friction sound.

“Before you give in to complete despair, experience the feeling of having your faith crushed!”

The tentacles suddenly tightened, and Wu Song's body groaned under the heavy burden, and the rhythmic lines that had just formed on his skin were twisted and deformed.

"Give it to me..."

Wu Song roared, and a blazing golden light shone all over his body, and the shadow of the whistle condensed in his palm.

"Uh……"

However, the black mucus oozing from the surface of the tentacles made a "sizzling" corrosive sound as soon as it came into contact with the light, dissolving his attack into nothingness.

As the chaos dragged him, half of his body was submerged in the sticky black fog, and his nostrils were filled with a disgusting fishy-sweet smell.

“Let me go!”

Wu Song's eyes were wide open with anger, and his swung fist caused ripples in the chaos.

Memory fragments suddenly spun like sharp blades. The graying images, Yun Bai's injured cries, and his own despair when his memory was erased flashed back wildly before his eyes, trying to break his will.

"Hahaha……"

Chaos' laughter became more and more crazy:

"Struggle! Resist! Eventually you will understand that in the face of absolute power, so-called justice is nothing but a joke!"

The tentacles dragged him completely into the abyss, and darkness flooded his head like a tide.

“Sink well, guardian of justice! See how long you can hold out in this endless chaos!”

"Humph……"

At the moment of being swallowed, Wu Song drove the last rhythm pattern into the ground.

Light flashed like a spark in the chaos:

"I won't lose... I will rewrite the future of Da Zong!"

Before he could finish his words, the surging black fog completely swallowed him up, leaving only that stubborn ray of light flickering tenaciously in the depths of the darkness.

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