Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Well……"

The two energies strangled Bai Tang's body crazily, and his bones made crisp sounds as they could not bear the weight. Chaos penetrated into his meridians like a poisonous snake, but the rhythmic force was like ice that cut his throat inch by inch.

"boom……"

The broken bell of justice emitted its last faint light between its fingers, and the world in front of Bai Tang began to twist into a dark golden vortex.

"what--"

He used up his last bit of strength and roared at the frozen Wu Song:

"Wu Song! If you're a man, wake up!"

"Boom!"

Before he could finish his words, Bai Tang's legs slammed heavily to the ground.

"..."

Chaos and rhythmic power collided violently in his body, and purple energy waves spread like a tide, cracking the ground wherever they went.

The proprietress's crazy shrieking laughter mixed with the sound of explosions engulfed the entire battlefield, and the dark golden mist was torn into pieces by the shock wave.

"Wong..."

Just as the blast wave swept over, the cracked whistle stick suddenly made a buzzing sound.

"..."

Wu Song's drooping fingers twitched slightly, and the fingertips stained with black blood trembled, and then sparks seeped out from the gaps in the armor.

The Chaos Chains emitted a shrill metallic whine in the intense heat. Crimson flames, like awakening giant beasts, rose from his palms, sizzling the surrounding darkness.

"Uh--"

The blast knocked Xiaoqing to the ground. She stood up, covered in blood, and saw Baitang falling like a kite with a broken string.

"no, do not want--"

The girl's pupils suddenly contracted, and blood was still dripping from her sleeves embroidered with water patterns, but she staggered towards the ruins.

"Bai Tang! Open your eyes! You said you would lead the Xingluo team to travel all over Cat Land!"

"what--"

The shrill cries tore through the rain curtain, mixed with the dark golden mist hovering above the battlefield, and turned into heart-pounding whimpers.

Bean-sized raindrops hit Baitang's charred body, splashing chaotic and corrosive green smoke.

"Um..."

Xiaoqing trembled as she hugged the gradually freezing body, and the water beads in her hair suddenly dimmed.

"No... no... Baitang, get up..."

"Why is this happening..."

In the distance, Mingyue leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the ground. The jade pestle in her hand had long been broken, and bubbles leaked from the corners of her blood-stained mouth:

"Don't sleep... Sugar... We haven't..."

Before he could finish his words, he lowered his head weakly.

"Uh……"

Da Fei knelt on one knee, his wounds still oozing blood. His strong arms held the ground tightly, and a low, beast-like gasp came from his throat:

"Bai Tang... have you forgotten... we agreed to go together..."

"No, not me..."

Mo Zi curled up in the corner, staring at the sky with a distracted look, muttering to himself:

"Brother...Bai Tang...it's all my fault..."

She suddenly hugged her head and let out a sharp cry, her nails digging deep into her skin and blood dripping down her wrists.

"Hahaha……"

The three heads of the proprietress simultaneously let out wild, shrill laughs:

"Xingluo Class, be destroyed now!"

The dark golden mist surged wildly, but at this moment, Wu Song's fingers, who was standing stiffly, trembled violently, and hot sparks oozed out of the cracks on the whistle stick.

"Um!"

Xiaoqing raised her head suddenly, staring at the flame with tear-blurred eyes, and said with crazy hope:

"Wu Song...you heard it, right? Bai Tang is waiting for you!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, red-gold flames burst out from the gaps in Wu Song's armor, and the entangled chaos chains twisted and disintegrated in the high temperature.

“Hahaha… huh?”

The proprietress's laughter abruptly stopped as the burning whistle swept out, slicing the entire dark golden mist in two. Wu Song's hoarse voice pierced the rain:

"If you want to touch my companions... you have to get past me first!"

-

"Uh……"

Wu Song's consciousness fell into the depths of the dark golden fog, as if trapped in an endless maze.

The damp mist condensed into water droplets, seeping through the cracks in his armor, freezing him to the bone.

He mechanically repeated, "Huihui, am I wrong?" The hollow voice echoed in the fog, startling countless black afterimages.

"Why do you have to watch all this..."

"This is your determination..."

"Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

These afterimages turned into ashes as they fell, their eyes filled with despair and questioning, like sharp blades, repeatedly cutting into his heart.

"I can't...get stuck anymore."

Wu Song murmured hoarsely from his throat, and traces of blood oozed from his cracked lips.

"..."

He subconsciously reached out to touch the whistle at his waist, but only touched empty space.

This action seemed to have triggered some kind of restriction. The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked into countless cracks, and inky black tentacles emerged from them, tightly wrapping around his ankles and arms, dragging him into deeper darkness.

The surface of the tentacles was covered with mucus, and wherever they passed, the armor made a "sizzling" corrosion sound.

"Wusong! Catch him!"

A familiar cry came from above.

"..."

Wu Song looked up and saw Bai Tang hanging above the mist, with sharp claws made of chaos wrapped around his body reaching out towards him.

But when he stretched out his hand to touch it with all his strength, the claws suddenly turned into a gray and desperate face, and his voice was filled with tears:

"Why didn't you save me? Why did you abandon me?"

A sharp pain exploded from his heart, and Wu Song staggered backward, his back hitting the thorny wall.

The thorns penetrated the armor and pierced into the flesh. Blood flowed along the thorn lines and was quickly swallowed by the fog.

"We are the Xingluo Class!"

Xiaoqing's voice echoed from another direction. In the mist, sleeves condensed from the rhythm of water pierced through the darkness, wrapping around his wrist like a nimble green snake.

"Wusong, don't let Chaos fool you! We are still waiting for you!"

But the moment the sleeves touched the skin, black flames ignited, transforming into An's cold smile:

"Look at you now, weak and incompetent. You've long lost the qualifications to protect me."

"That's it~"

The sound of heavy chains came from the darkness. Wu Song looked down and found that his ankle had been entangled by chaos chains without him knowing when.

The chains were icy cold, engraved with strange runes, each of which was absorbing the rhythmic energy in his body.

"Bang~"

Just when his will was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness, a light sound of metallic friction pierced the fog.

"Humph……"

A figure holding a spear slowly walked out from the depths of the fog.

"Wong..."

The dark tights carried a chill like frost and snow, and tiny ice crystals condensed on the tip of the spear. With every step he took, spider-web-like ice patterns formed on the ground.

"Have you lost all your pride? It turns out you failed so easily..."

The cat stopped three steps away from Wu Song, its spear making a clear sound as it rested on the ground. Its pale fingers pierced through the flames and gently landed on his trembling shoulders.

"Have you forgotten your promise?"

"Wu Song, aren't you awake yet?"

The sound was like the wind blowing from the far north, carrying a chill that made people shudder.

"If you don't wake up, something bad will happen to your friends."

"!"

Wu Song's whole body trembled violently, and the flame that had just been ignited suddenly dimmed.

"what……"

He wanted to turn around, but found that his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"No, this sound is..."

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the faint water marks on the gun barrel, and fragments of memory surged wildly in the depths of my consciousness - why did this voice, this breath, feel so familiar?

But before he could ask, the cat had already retracted its hand, and the spear drew a half icy arc in the air, and the figure retreated rapidly, wrapped in coldness.

"stop!"

Wu Song's roar was filled with unprecedented panic, and flames ran up his arms and onto his whistle stick.

But when he turned around suddenly, he saw only empty fog twisting in the flames. Only the unmelted ice crystals on the ground and a faint hint of coldness proved that the figure had indeed existed.

"Come on..."

The Chaos Chains groaned under the strain of his furious rhythmic power, and the crimson flames tripled in intensity, burning the rune-carved chains into distortion.

"Ah--"

Wu Song's rhythmic energy gathered madly, and the burning Xingluoban mark under his feet turned into a huge fire array.

"what--"

Spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the dark golden dome, and the proprietress's terrified screams came from all directions, but were completely drowned out by Wu Song's final roar.

"Open it!"

The burning whistle tore through the sky, and the red-gold light pierced through the illusion like a sharp sword.

The moment the flames dissipated, the cries of Xiaoqing, the falling figure of Baitang, and the scenes of his companions fighting bloody battles in the real world finally broke through the fog and pierced his pupils.

Wu Song gripped the hot whistle stick tightly, and stepped out of the crack of the illusion with the momentum to burn all the chaos.

"Everyone, I'm back!"