Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

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The wind behind the broken wall suddenly became fishy and cold. Just as Bai Tang stood up straight, he heard a rustling sound coming from all directions - it was not the friction of the armor of the secret soldiers, but a denser and more strange movement, like countless insects crawling.

He turned his head and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Under the gray sky, countless Chaos Infected are emerging from the mist.

They no longer looked like cats. Some of them had limbs twisted into vines, and some had heads swollen like skin bags filled with mucus. Dark purple pus dripped through their fingers, and the stone slabs they stepped on were instantly corroded with potholes.

Dark shadows like thousands of troops pressed forward, dimming even the sunlight.

"..."

Bai Tang suddenly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The rosary beads slipped out at some point, and the Xingluoban mark engraved on the wooden beads was slightly hot in the chaotic fishy smell. It was a gift from Xiu to him. At that time, the guy threw it to him awkwardly and said, "Wear it to ward off disasters."

He looked up into the distance again. Through the gaps in the mist, he seemed to be able to see the eaves of Yuanchu Building. He remembered Xiaoqing always sitting there to dry herbs. Dafei would bring a small stool to accompany her, and the dark purple ice fan would occasionally bring a cool breeze...

"Humph."

He suddenly laughed, and there was a hint of youthful pride in his humming voice, as if he was sulking with someone.

"I'm not like you."

He clenched the fragment of the Justice Bell, and the white light at the tip of his claws reignited, a little brighter than before.

"You only have Chaos, but behind me..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned abruptly and faced the deserted broken wall, as if showing off or saying goodbye:

“There are friends waiting for me to return, and a home where I can eat sesame candy!”

The moment the last word fell, he rushed towards the dark mass of monsters like a projectile.

The running dragon on the claw tip was no longer an illusory light and shadow, but a warm light wrapped in rosary beads, crashing into the monster in front, exploding with sweet and fragrant white smoke;

He threw out the fragments of the Bell of Justice. Although it was cracked, it still made a clear sound, which shocked the monsters and made them stop moving.

He was like a nimble white shadow, shuttling between the gaps between monsters. Wherever his tail swept, it would always bring up a string of light particles. That was because he had put all his thoughts into his moves - Wusong's toughness, Xiaoqing's agility, Dafei's composure, and the "protection" technique taught to him by Brother Mo Yun.

But there were too many monsters, like the rising tide, one wave after another came after another.

(Kuroshio…)

A vine-like monster wrapped around his hind legs, and dark purple slime instantly ate through his fur;

Another skin-like monster suddenly exploded, and pus splashed all over his face.

Bai Tang staggered, and the old injury on his lower back tore again, causing him to feel so painful that his vision went black.

But he still smiled, revealing two bloody little teeth.

"come……"

He wiped his face and wiped away the pus that seeped into his eyes.

"Xingluo Class...it's not that easy to lose..."

He gathered all his rhythmic energy for the last time, not as a running dragon or a comet, but poured all the white light into the rosary in his chest.

The wooden beads suddenly became scorching hot, and the Xingluoban mark lit up at the same time, like four small stars, forming a complete diamond shape in front of him.

"This move... is called 'home'!"

The light suddenly exploded, brighter than the crack in the sky just now, and instantly engulfed the surrounding monsters.

The pus melted in the light, the vine-like limbs turned to ashes, and even the mist in the distance was washed away, revealing a clearer corner of the house behind - that was the direction of Dongqiang Town.

When the light faded, Bai Tang fell heavily to the ground. The rosary on his chest was still hot, but no longer glowing.

He turned his head and saw that the monsters that had not been eliminated were slowly surrounding him, and dark purple shadows were swaying in front of him.

But he was not afraid at all.

There was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a child who had secretly eaten candy, mumbling vaguely:

"Wusong... I didn't hold you back this time..."

The roar of the monster was getting closer and closer, but what was reflected in his eyes was not fear, but the exploding light just now, the warm mark on the rosary, and the appearance of his companions waiting for him in the distance.

Before the last bit of consciousness disappeared, he seemed to hear the fragments of the bell of justice ring softly, as if responding to his words.

The moment the monster's shadow completely enveloped them, the rosary on Bai Tang's chest suddenly made a loud noise.

It was not a warm and gentle light, but a scorching heat with a tearing sensation—the Xingluoban mark on the wooden bead suddenly exploded, and the light of the four small stars twisted together, like a red-hot iron, drilling into his soul core.

The wound on his lower back was oozing blood, his fur, corroded by chaos, was charred black, and the joints of his limbs were like rusted hinges, making a mournful "crackling" sound with every movement.

But in this extreme pain, something that had been suppressed for too long suddenly broke out of its cocoon, like a seed buried deep in the frozen soil, sprouting wildly with the last bit of warmth.

He seemed to see the sparks from Wu Song's swing of the club, which landed on the stone slabs and left small scorch marks.

I saw the water light flowing on the little green sleeves, condensing into crystal dew on the grass leaves;

He saw the dust raised by Dafei's fist when it landed, mixed with the aroma of wheat, and fell on his nose;

I saw the green light of Mo Yun's spear tip piercing through the chaos, drawing a long trail of light in the dark night...

These fragments spun rapidly in his consciousness, and finally collided with each other, condensing into a point of light brighter than the sun.

"So... this is the power of rhythm..."

Bai Tang's body lying on the ground suddenly began to glow.

It is not as sharp as a spear as a running dragon, nor as swift as an arrow as a comet, but the warm golden color that seeps out from every pore, like melted sunlight spreading over the bluestone slabs, or like sugar cubes burning in the stove, the sweet fragrance mixed with the blazing warmth instantly dispelling the surrounding coldness.

The vine-like monsters wrapped around his legs screamed shrilly, and as soon as they came into contact with the golden light, they curled up into charred strips, falling to the ground and turning into ashes;

The dark purple pus sprayed out by the skin-like monster directly evaporated into white smoke with a fishy smell in the light, without even having the chance to dissipate.

He slowly raised his head, and his amber eyes no longer had the former liveliness, but only a quiet brightness, like washed glass reflecting the morning sun.

The claw tip no longer held a dragon shape, but instead held a constantly rotating ball of light - that ball of light was filled with countless tiny particles of light, flickering, as if the entire starry sky was kneaded into it, carrying with it the determination of destroying everything in its fall, and also hiding the dazzling brilliance that could split the darkness like a dazzling star.

"This move... is called Meteoric Radiance."