The theater building looks very old, and the old paint on the door is peeling off. There were also spider silk in some corners, and dust was running wild in the sun.

Feng Naner hesitated in the doorway, considering whether to go in. Hua Qianchu carefully observed the situation of this theater.

"They're hiding in here."

There was a little new mud on the ground, just in line with the soil of the cornfield they were passing through.

Traces of dirt all the way to the gate, and the dust on the knocker was thin elsewhere, which just happened to prove that someone had been here recently.

"Your Highness, let the Flying Eagle go in first and check it out." The eagle on the side requested, but was rejected by Feng Nan'er.

"No, I'm afraid there's an ambush, it's too dangerous to go in alone. You and the crow are guarding outside, and Mizusan is going in with us. ”

Although the Flying Eagle and the Black Crow were still not worried about Feng Nan'er entering in person, they could only obediently guard the door.

They did not dare to resist Feng Nan'er's orders.

Mizuzo pushed the door open with all his might, and the old wooden door let out a grunt of dissatisfaction.

The garden was barren, but the weeds had grown to the knee height of Feng Naner.

Hana Chichu was short, and slightly longer weeds sometimes scratched his neck.

Feng Nan'er noticed this situation and asked Mizuzo to cut down the weeds in front of him.

The road ahead gradually became clearer, and further inside, the view was blocked by a large object.

Judging from the almost corroded frame, it was vaguely recognizable as a screen.

"It looks like it's been around for years." Feng Nan'er looked at the frame and whispered.

The frame was already mottled with mildew, and as soon as you got closer, you could smell a strong musty smell.

The screen is hollow out of wood, and although it is badly damaged, you can see that it is intricately carved.

"It's a shame that there's such craftsmanship." While admiring this craftsmanship, he couldn't help but sigh, if this craftsmanship was placed in the palace, how could it be allowed to disappear with the wind?

Through the hollowed out, you can see that there is a stage in front of you.

After the three of them crossed the screen, the stage came into view.

Under the stage are neatly arranged benches, although they still hold on to the same place, but they seem to be unable to bear the quality of a person anymore.

The general theater buildings are built in a rectangular style, and Murong Jing's Liuying Fang is more distinctive in comparison.

The inside of the Liuying Fang is an arc, and the tents are overlapped layer by layer, adding to the beauty. The stage is also circular, divided into two, with the stage in front and the place where the actors rest and make.

"This stage is also sturdy, the screen in front of it has decayed like that, and there are still people standing here."

Shui San gently stepped on the stage under his feet, and the layer of wooden planks laid on it was actually already damaged, and even the wooden frame used to build the stage could be seen.

It's just that the stage is filled with stones, and the exposed part has some green moss.

"It stands to reason that the underside of the stage is generally hollow, and it is suitable for hiding people. I am afraid that this stone was also added later for the purpose of concealment. Feng Nan'er and Hua Qianchu also went on the stage, and the sight of the exposed part of the moss confirmed his suspicions.

"Listening to Your Highness, these stones do look a little new."

Mizuzo listened to him and pondered the bare stone again.

"New, you big-headed ghost, this stone is moss, can you still tell if it's new or not?" Feng Nan'er was confused by Shui San's elm head, and directly gave him a big white eye.

Shui San was scolded with a look of grievance, this stone looks really new.

"The bare stones have some new moss, but more of them are moss. Moss generally grows near water sources or in moist places. This stage is sunny, and even if it rains every day, there shouldn't be such a large area of moss. ”

Feng Nan'er crouched down and pointed to the difference between moss and moss, and explained it to the two of them.

He has lived in the countryside since he was a child, and although he is not very clear about the distribution of wild vegetables and herbs, he likes to catch fish and shrimp by the lake, and he is also familiar with this moss.

"In that case, it's likely that someone brought the stone from somewhere else to hide it."

Hua Qianchu is not as a relative of the emperor as Feng Nan'er, but the Hua family is also a big family with a head and a face in the rivers and lakes.

So for these things, he really didn't know as well as Feng Nan'er knew.

"Indeed, so there's a good chance there's a tunnel down there, and the entrance should be around here." Feng Nan'er nodded.

"Then the subordinates go down and see—ahhh

When Shui San was about to go down to check if there was no entrance under the stage, he suddenly saw a distorted human face appear on the fluttering curtain on the stage.

"What's wrong?" Thinking that someone had sneaked up, the two clenched their weapons and prepared to attack.

"Just ...... Just...... There's a human face on it! ”

Shui San pointed to the wind-blown curtain in horror, but when the two of them turned back together, they didn't see anything.

The air around them was quiet and terrifying, and the three of them didn't dare to breathe, quietly observing the curtain on the stage.

Gradually, as Shui San said, a distorted human face appeared on the crimson curtain, as if staring at the three of them with a weird laugh, but it disappeared without a trace in the next second.

The three of them gasped, and Hua Qianchu jumped up, cut a gap in the curtain with the dagger in his hand, and then tore it off with force.

He patted the dust on his body, then opened the curtain with one hand over his mouth and nose, and folded it up.

Feng Nan'er and Shui San walked over, but they choked on a few mouthfuls of the dust raised.

After a while, Mizuzo looked at the curtain in surprise and couldn't speak.

The curtain was folded by Hua Qianchu, and there was a strange human face staring at them directly, looking very mad.

Hua Qianchu got up and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at this human face, "This curtain has been dyed in advance, and then the wind is used to make people form the illusion of seeing a human face." ”

Shui San's hanging heart finally let go, he thought he had seen that......

However, Feng Nan'er frowned, "It seems that someone doesn't want us to stay here any longer. ”

"Then does Your Highness want to return to ......?"

Shui San asked cautiously, even if he knew that this strange thing was man-made, he still felt panicked.

"Why go back?" Feng Nan'er wrote "I don't understand" on his face, and asked Shui San rhetorically.

"Huh? That...... That Your Highness is...... Do you want to continue right here? ”

Shui San panicked! This place is so terrifying, His Royal Highness still wants to stay?

"Look at how delicate this face is, how ingenious the person who designed it. If we just leave, wouldn't we be sorry for the mechanism they set up so carefully? ”

The excitement in Feng Nan'er's eyes made Shui San's nose sour.

But Your Highness, people are afraid.

Feng Nan'er smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's see what other tricks they can play." ”