Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

A few days later, the sect was in ruins, and the desolate scene after the war was heartbreaking.

The once majestic and solemn palaces and pavilions have now collapsed into ruins, with broken rubble and charred wooden beams scattered among the broken walls, as if telling of the cruelty of the battles in the past.

"Mother, um~where are you?"

"Old lady, I'm back, why are you gone?"

The ground was covered with traces of battle, deep and shallow. The cracks were like the sorrowful tears of Mother Earth, twisting and extending into the distance.

The bloody marks are still visible, and although they have dried up, they still make people feel the heaviness and tragedy.

The grass and trees withered, and the once lush garden became desolate. Many precious spiritual plants turned to ashes in the war, leaving only bare branches and a few stubborn leaves swaying in the wind, as if telling of indomitable spirit and sorrow.

Some of the disciples in the sect were silent, busy with the reconstruction work, their eyes revealing tenacity and hope; others stood on the ruins, gazing into the distance, their eyes full of nostalgia for the past and confusion about the future.

The air is filled with a faint sense of sadness and indomitable spirit, which makes people feel the sect's tenacious vitality in the face of adversity.

……

Mo Zi was now entangled in endless nightmares. Whenever night fell, those cruel and real images came flooding back like a tide, drowning her in endless darkness and pain.

In her dreams, she witnessed the tragic death of her brother Mo Yun countless times.

That day, the sky was dyed red with blood, and the enemies came like a tide. In order to protect her and the sect's safety, Mo Yun resolutely stood at the forefront.

He swung the spear in his hand tightly, but in the end he was no match for the enemy's overwhelming attack.

With a deafening roar, Mo Yun was hit by a powerful force, and his body was instantly cut into several pieces of flesh and blood, scattered all over the ground.

At that moment, Mo Zi's heart seemed to be torn apart. She screamed and rushed forward, wanting to pick up pieces of her brother's flesh and blood, but she was powerless to stop the flesh and blood from gradually dissipating in her hands, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the air.

This scene played out repeatedly in his dreams, and every time it made Mo Zi feel miserable.

She struggled desperately, trying to wake up from the nightmare, but that force was like an invisible chain, binding her tightly in the nightmare.

In addition to her brother's tragic death, she often dreams of the elders and disciples who sacrificed their lives to save her.

They rushed towards the enemy bravely and fearlessly, one after another, but fell in a pool of blood.

Their eyes were filled with determination and reluctance, as if telling her: "Live on, for the sect, and for ourselves."

What Mo Zi couldn't let go of the most was the suffering her mother endured in order to save her.

During that war, my mother was originally far away from the battlefield, but when she learned that Mo Zi was in danger, she rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.

She used her body to block An's deadly chain attack for Mo Zi. At that moment, Mo Zi clearly felt the trembling and pain of her mother's body.

The chains pierced her mother's body and her heart. She watched her mother's face gradually turn pale, the light in her eyes gradually dimming, but she still forced herself to say to her, "Azi, stop being so willful. It's time for you to go out and see the world."

These nightmares were like sharp blades, cutting into Mo Zi's heart again and again. Every time she woke up from a dream, she would be covered in cold sweat and her heart would be torn.

"Brother~Mother. It's not all my fault—"

She lay in bed, gazing at the lonely bright moon outside the window, her heart filled with endless sadness and self-blame. She felt like a sinner of the sect, a burden to those who had sacrificed.

If it weren't for her, perhaps her brother, mother, and those elders and disciples would not have died.

"what--"

In the silence of the night, Mo Zi suddenly woke up from a nightmare. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string, soaking the pillow.

"Hmm~"

She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the pain and self-blame in her heart, but her tears were like a flood that could not be stopped.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto her pale face, reflecting her inner helplessness and struggle.

"Brother, please come and see Ah Zi. Ah Zi is so scared..."

At this moment, Mo Zi's heart seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and he lost all sense of security.

"No, don't come over here, get out of here..."

She curled up in bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, as if only in this way could she slightly resist the cold and fear from the dream.

The doll beside the bed, the Mo Yun doll that looked somewhat like her brother Mo Yun, accompanied her quietly, witnessing her helplessness and fragility.

Just when Mo Zi was trembling so much that he could hardly control himself, the doll suddenly emitted a faint and warm light.

The light was soft and peaceful, as if it could penetrate all the darkness and coldness and reach the depths of Mo Zi's soul.

Under the comfort of this light, Mo Zi's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the fear and sadness in his heart slowly dissipated.

The next morning, when the morning light barely penetrated the gaps in the thick curtains, Mo Zi suddenly sat up, his eyes empty and blurred.

"Uh~"

She grabbed the doll beside the bed, but this time, her voice was sharp and confused: "Brother? No, you are not a brother! Are you here to hurt me?" The doll seemed to have become an enemy in her hands, and she shook it frantically.

Then, she suddenly stopped and her face changed drastically, as if she was talking to another invisible existence: "No, brother, I know you are here. Let's go eat together, like we did before." As she spoke, she tidied the bed, which was not messy at all. Her movements were mechanical and repetitive, as if she was performing some kind of ritual.

Then, she suddenly burst into laughter, with tears in her voice: "But how could you be here? You are dead, I saw it with my own eyes!" Her emotions were like a candle in the wind, flickering and unpredictable.

When the servants outside the door heard the noise, they looked at each other with horror in their eyes.

They exchanged uneasy glances and whispered, "Looking at her, I'm afraid she's already schizophrenic." "Yeah, she laughs and cries at the same time, it's really pitiful and scary."

Mo Zi seemed oblivious to everything in the outside world. She continued to talk to the air, doing things between siblings that only she could understand.

"Come, brother, I'll feed you..."

"Eat, open your mouth and eat... Why don't you eat? Open your mouth quickly!"

Her behavior became increasingly bizarre. Sometimes she would gently caress the doll as if it were a living person; other times she would angrily throw it to the ground, screaming and accusing it of betraying her.

"Ah, I hate you. Why did you abandon me——"

Such a scene made everyone realize that Mo Zi's spiritual world had collapsed. She was deeply swallowed by endless pain and self-blame and could no longer extricate herself.