Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Wong..."

Just as the leading secret soldier was about to grab the chains of the rack, the lead-gray sky was suddenly torn apart by a sharp light.

"Humph!"

At first, the light was just a thin green line, like a crack scratched by someone's fingertips, and in an instant it turned into a rushing stream of light, falling straight down with the crisp sound of metal hitting stone - the sound was mixed with the whistling of the wind, the trembling of rhythm, and the low hum of some ancient artifact awakening. The cat people hiding behind the broken wall covered their ears when they heard it, and even the dark purple slime on the ground was surging violently.

"boom--"

In the stream of light, a cyan-gold spear broke through the water.

The spear was seven feet long, and the tip of the spear was a condensed green light, like a cold jade that had been tempered for a thousand years, and it brought up a string of sparks as it cut through the chaos;

The spiral patterns engraved on the gun barrel are exactly the same as those on the Yuanchu gong, but they are finer and denser, like countless small green snakes swimming around, with fine golden light flowing in each pattern.

The most special thing was the butt of the gun, which was tied with a half-worn piece of green silk. When it fluttered in the wind, it actually swept away the dark matter within half a foot around it, revealing a shiny mark on the stone slab.

"Let him go."

The voice fell from the stream of light. It was not loud, but it was like the tip of a gun accurately poking at a bronze tripod. Every word carried a heavy force.

The old cat hiding behind the broken wall suddenly opened its eyes wide, and its cloudy pupils reflected the scene of the dissipated light: the man in green clothes landed steadily in the center of the square, holding the spear in his right hand, with the tip of the spear pointing at the ground. The green silk swayed gently behind him, and when it swept across the stone slabs, it left a light golden trace.

The Yuanchu Gong hanging at his waist was still spinning, the patterns on the gong echoing those on the gun barrel. The rhythmic energy emanating from it formed a translucent shield of light around him. The edge of the shield was faintly blue, like a knife tempered with water, cutting through the fishy smell of dark matter bit by bit.

When Mo Yun raised his eyes, his gaze first fell on the little white cat - the child's tail was still held by the secret soldier, and blood was oozing from the bald tip of the tail. There was an obvious dent in the fur on the back of the cat, and it seemed that it had just been kicked.

"chaos!"

Then he turned to the three secret soldiers. There was no anger in his eyes, only a kind of coldness that was almost indifferent, as if he was looking at three stones blocking the road.

"Where did it come from..."

The leading soldier was about to speak when his throat suddenly seemed to be blocked by something.

Mo Yun gently turned the wrist holding the gun, and a foot-long green light spit out from the tip of the gun. The light was as fast as lightning and hit the armor on his chest accurately.

With a dull "bang", three spikes on the armor broke instantly. The dark soldier was like being hit by a sledgehammer. He flew backwards with his body bent. When he hit the broken wall, bricks, lime and soil fell down and actually made a shallow pit in the wall.

"Shut up, ants!"

As he slid to the ground, dark purple blood gushed out of his mouth mixed with broken teeth, and his fingers twitched twice before there was no movement.

The other two secret soldiers were so scared that their legs were shaking.

The blind soldier on the left hurriedly raised his spear, the rusty tip trembling like a candle in the autumn wind. His other hand pressed tightly against the horn at his waist, but he didn't even have the strength to blow.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! There are rebels..."

Before he could finish his words, Mo Yun rushed forward with a gun in hand.

His steps were extremely fast, and his green robe fluttered in the wind. When the spear swept across, it actually rolled up a few dead leaves on the ground. Those leaves were soaked in the power of rhythm and cut towards the wrist of the hidden soldier like sharp blades.

"I told you to shut up, don't you understand?"

The dark soldier screamed and let go of the spear. With a "clang", the iron spear fell to the ground, and the tip of Mo Yun's spear was against his throat. The cold metal touch penetrated through the gaps in the armor, frightening him so much that his whole body stiffened and he didn't even dare to move his eyes.

Seeing this, the hidden soldier on the right turned around and tried to dive into the mist.

But he had just taken three steps when his ankle was entangled by the green vines picked up by the tip of the spear.

Those vines seemed alive, with tiny barbs growing on the tender green vines. When they pierced the skin and flesh, they caused a sharp pain like burning pain.

"what--"

He fell to the ground with a scream. The more he struggled, the tighter the green vines wrapped around him. Soon he was tied up like a dumpling and could only roll around on the ground in vain. The spikes on his armor scraped against the stone slabs, making a harsh "crunching" sound.

Mo Yun put away his gun and stood up. The green vines disappeared, leaving only two secret soldiers lying on the ground trembling.

He didn't even look at them again, his eyes were already glued to the little white cat curled up on the ground.

The tip of the gun turned lightly in his palm, transformed into a green light and merged into his sleeve, then he strode over.

The little white cat's tail was still hooked by the dark soldier's fingers, and the tip of the tail with bald hair was trembling slightly, like a dead leaf torn by the wind.

When Mo Yun leaned over, her fingertips accidentally brushed across the little white cat's back, touching the bruise that had just been kicked. Through the thin fur, she could feel the muscles beneath the skin contracting stiffly, and it was obviously very painful.

The little white cat shrank back in surprise at the sudden touch, but didn't dare to look up. Instead, it buried its face deeper into the body, with its ears pressed tightly against its head, the exposed tips of its ears still trembling.

It was not until a pair of clean cloth shoes stopped in front of it, with the same circular patterns embroidered on the uppers as on the gun barrels, that the little white cat raised its head timidly.

He saw that familiar face, with slightly furrowed brows, a straight nose, and a taut jawline, exactly the same as the brother Mo Yun in his memory who always had a stern face.

He saw the green light reflected in the other person's eyes, and that light fell on his face, actually dispelling some of the coldness.

What made his heart tremble the most was that when the other party stretched out his hand, his sleeve slipped down, revealing a shallow scar on his wrist - that was left a long time ago when he protected him from the sharp claws of the Chaos Beast.

"Mo...Brother Mo Yun?"

He opened his mouth tentatively, his voice shaking like a string in the wind, and the cry in the ending tone could not be hidden. As soon as he said it, he couldn't help but tears rolled down, hitting the stone slab and making a small stain.

Mo Yun squatted down, moving very gently as if afraid of disturbing something.

He took out a square handkerchief from his bosom. The handkerchief was made of green silk, with a small orchid embroidered on the edge, which was very similar to the pattern on the small green sleeves.

He first carefully wiped off the blood scabs from the corners of the little white cat's eyes, and then carefully wiped off the dirt from the tip of his nose. When his fingertips brushed across the unhealed scar, he paused and gently rubbed it twice with his fingertips, as if to confirm the depth of the wound.

"Well, it's me."

His voice was eight octaves lower than when he was holding the gun just now. It was like silk soaked in warm water. When it fell on his ears, the little white cat actually remembered the peaceful time when he used to listen to him talk about tactics by the fire.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to pick you up."

That's it.

The little white cat's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and the haze covering its memories instantly dissipated.

He recalled the figure of Mo Yun standing on the city wall with a gun in hand, the setting sun falling on the tip of the gun, like a burning fire;

I recall a time after a battle when the barrel of his gun was stained with dust, but he wiped it off bit by bit with a clean cloth, saying, "Weapons should be cared for like companions."

Thinking back to the time of parting, the muffled sound of the gun barrel hitting the ground shook the ground... It turned out that it was not an illusion, it turned out that there really was someone who would come to pick him up with a gun across this endless chaos.

"Woo..."

The little white cat couldn't bear it any longer and threw itself into Mo Yun's arms, its small body shaking violently with sobs.

His claws tightly grasped the other person's collar, and the dirt he had just rubbed against the ground was still stained between his fingers, leaving several dark marks on the blue shirt.

The fear, grievance, and despair that had been suppressed for too long now turned into hot tears, wetting Mo Yun's blue shirt, and even the faint residual warmth left by the gun barrel spread out.

"I thought...I thought I would never see you again..."

He cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, his claws were clenched white,

"They always beat me... Yesterday I found half a piece of candy, but they snatched it away and crushed it... I can't find Wusong, Xiaoqing, or Dafei... I want to go home... I want to go back to where there's candy..."

Mo Yun patted his back gently, raised his other hand, and hovered his fingertips above the bruise on his back. A faint green light seeped out through his fingers and slowly poured in like warm water - the little white cat immediately felt that the pain there was much relieved, and the tense muscles slowly relaxed.

He looked up at the broken wall and saw a yellow and white kitten peeking through the cracks in the wall, its eyes shining like two black grapes soaked in water;

Looking at the mist in the distance again, the dark purple color was retreating little by little in the green light of the Yuanchu Gong, revealing the vague corner of the house behind it, and there seemed to be half a faded red silk hanging on the eaves.

"I'll go back."

He whispered, the firmness in his voice resounding like a gun barrel hitting bluestone.

"Not only will I take you back, but I'll also use this gun to split all the chaos so that every cat here can have candy—the sweet kind with a sesame aroma."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yuanchu Luo suddenly made a clear buzzing sound, and a turquoise-gold light surged out from the gong and spread along the cracks in the stone slabs.

The dark purple mucus melted away in the tide of light, the iron chains on the rack began to heat up, and even in the shadows of the broken walls, a few green grasses covered with dew emerged, with tiny grains of sugar on the leaves - who knew who had been hiding for a long time and was forced out by the tide of light.

The sunlight finally broke through the clouds, piercing the mist like a spear, and fell obliquely on the two people.

The little white cat slowly stopped crying in Mo Yun's arms. When he raised his head, he saw that the Yuanchu Luo behind Mo Yun was glowing, and the gong reflected his own shadow - although it was thin and dirty, there was no longer only fear in his eyes.

He saw some cat people quietly standing up behind the broken wall, and an old cat tremblingly raised its paw as if to say hello;

I also saw a familiar yellow figure running in the mist in the distance, and it seemed to be holding something shiny in its hand.

"Brother Mo Yun,"

He sniffed, wiped away his tears with his paws, and suddenly straightened his small body, staring at Mo Yun's cuffs with sparkling eyes.

"Can you lend me your gun...? Just for a second."

Mo Yun smiled. The smile was very faint, but it was like a spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, instantly softening his usually cold and hard outline.

When he raised his hand, the ice spear appeared in his palm again. The light from the tip of the spear was as gentle as moonlight. The spiral pattern on the spear barrel flowed in the sunlight, reflecting the shadows of his fellow Xingluo soldiers.

"Wait until you get better,"

He handed the gun to the little white cat. The gun had a slightly cool metallic texture, but it was not piercing.

"Together we'll use it to hack our way home."

The little white cat looked at the green light, then looked at the light in Mo Yun's eyes, suddenly stretched out its claws and gently touched the gun barrel.

The cold touch brought a surge of warmth to his heart.

The light finally appeared in his amber eyes again, like two stars that had been wiped clean.