There was no light inside, and as far as the eye could see, it was a mess. The chairs and benches fell to the ground, and many small objects were thrown aside, and there were even shoes that had been left behind by unknown people. It can be imagined that those who were originally sitting here listening to the play escaped in a panicked manner.

A rusty smell rushed straight to Huzi's nose - there were two pools of blood on the stage, not yet dry, but already cold. This kind of cold invaded the bone marrow and made Huzi's hand hurt.

Looking at the sticky blood stains on his hands, Huzi's mind went blank. He was stunned for a quarter of an hour before he was awakened by a noise coming from the background.

There is a curtain on the stage, and the top is written with a small seal "into the phase", which is the door for the actors on stage. When there is no play, no one can walk from here. But at this time, how can Huzi still manage the rules? Picking up the curtain, he walked down the steps.

The backstage was as quiet as a graveyard in the middle of the night. The three people who stayed in the Drum Tower to listen to the play at the ghost door were all here with hundreds of mouths up and down the Drum Tower, filling the originally spacious backstage.

There were two people lying on the ground, or two corpses horizontally, both with their faces hooked and dressed, both with blood stains on their chests. One is Xiao Jiu, and the other is his senior brother. Chen Banzhu sat next to Xiao Jiu, his face was not sad or joyful, but he just caressed Xiao Jiu's eyebrows.

Dead indeed. Huzi has followed Mr. Peng since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of life and death. He could see that although the two people on the ground were still a little hot, they were indeed dead and hopeless.

Seeing the blood stains on the stage, Huzi had a premonition, but when he really saw the corpse, Huzi felt sad. It's clearly the last scene, it's clear that it's leaving, and it's clear that the sky will be wide after today. But Xiao Jiu missed the appointment this time.

Huzi has been lonely since he was a child, and it is difficult to make friends with ghosts. Even after arriving at Sun Mountain, the people in the village would warn their children to stay away from the child who was Mr. Yin Yang's apprentice. Before meeting Zhao Xiaopu, Xiao Jiu was his only playmate. Mr. Peng is good at listening to dramas, and he has formed a friendship with Chen Banzhu back and forth, and the juniors of the two families have also known each other. It is said that they are playing together, and after so many years, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are with their compatriots.

Just dead? Huzi felt that something was not realistic.

The sound and smile are still in front of him, and it seems that the escape is only yesterday.

"Why do you bother to keep me alive? Wouldn't it be good to let me die? Once it's over, no one needs to worry about me. ”

"I can walk...... Brother Huzi, you will be my own brother in the future! I...... I ......"

"I don't want to just walk away. I've endured it for more than a month, but it's just another month. I rehearse a new play, I want the people of Changtu Mansion to see me, and when I think of my Xiaojiu in the future, I Chen Caiyuan, I can only think of Fanghua peerless, I can only think of beauty! Even if I am forced to never return to Changtu Mansion in this life, all the people of Changtu Mansion will remember my reputation! ”

"If I don't succeed and die in Changtu Mansion, Brother Huzi, I want you to take revenge on me."

Right! Avenge!

"Little Nine...... How did he die? As soon as Huzi spoke, his voice was so dry that he felt scared.

Mr. Peng stepped forward and pulled Huzi down the steps and patted him gently on the back: "If you feel uncomfortable, cry." ”

Huzi gently pushed away his master's hand: "Master, you tell me, how Xiao Jiu and his senior brother died." What the hell is going on on the stage? ”

"Huzi, let's talk about this later." Mr. Peng touched Huzi's head and lowered his voice, "It's not appropriate to talk about this now, I'll tell you carefully when I go back." ”

Huzi pushed Mr. Peng's hand away again: "Master, I'm not a child anymore, I know how to measure, and I know that it's not appropriate to say these things now." But I have to know now. Xiao Jiu will be able to survive this kind of day soon, and wait for him at the train station for a day. I came up with the idea, and I have to give him an explanation. ”

"Xiao Jiu, he died on the stage." Chen spoke. He didn't even raise his head, his eyes were still on his son.

In this play, the bosses of the Drum Tower have been carefully carved, and the changes are also very ingenious. Xiao Jiu's kung fu strength arrived, and naturally he played the daughter of the Zhao family vividly, selling stupidity and pretending to be crazy, scolding the court, which was very happy to watch.

"This time I pretended to be crazy and dangerous in the Golden Palace, but I don't know when the husband and wife will be reunited." When Zhao Yanrong sang this sentence, Qin II shouted on the side: "Drive down the palace!" ”

Originally, Zhao Yanrong laughed three times, and the dumb slave helped his own young lady to get out. After that, Zhao Gao and Qin II exchanged two sentences, and each stepped down, and this paragraph was over.

But as soon as Xiao Jiu finished singing the sentence "But I don't know when the husband and wife will be reunited", his senior brother suddenly pulled out his sword and took two steps forward!

Originally, there was no such thing, and his senior brother's move made everyone on the stage stunned. The audience under the stage didn't know this, seeing King Qin's sword unsheathed and dancing a sword flower, many people were still clapping and applauding.

The big brother messed up the scene, no matter how much he was punished, it was after he got off the stage, and he had to come back no matter how he looked on the stage. As soon as King Qin's sword came out, the gongs and drums tightened, and then they sounded. Seeing that King Qin went straight to Zhao Yanrong, the one who played the dumb slave stretched out his hand to stop him, and the prince waved away the dumb slave's hand, raised his sword and stabbed!

In the end, he was making a play, although he didn't know what was wrong, Xiao Jiu still cooperated with his senior brother. But his elder brother's sword was handed out without hesitation, and he hit horizontally, entering from the front and coming out from the back!

His elder brother was also the first time to kill someone, and with a lot of courage, he stabbed out the sword, but his hand was released. Xiao Jiu covered his heart, looked at his senior brother, didn't say a word, and fell headlong. It doesn't matter if he fell, he moved the sword on his body, the wound was torn open, and the blood spurted out of Lao Gao!

"This is a real act! Wow~"

"Blood! Good for you, grandma...... Kill...... Kill! ”

There was a howl, and the whole theater was in chaos! Watching a scene and causing a lot of death, who wants to stay here longer? Some of them sat far away and couldn't really see it, and when they heard the commotion in front of them, they knew that something was really wrong. People are good-looking and lively, but only if the excitement does not implicate themselves. Now that it's such a stubble, they all know that something is wrong, and they all run out!

Sitting in the first row closest to the stage, Governor An and Andre were splashed with blood all over their faces!

In Andre's eyes, Xiao Jiu is his most fun toy. Now that his toys are broken, how can there be any reason not to be angry? He saw Xiao Jiu fall on the stage, and without saying a word, he took out the matching gun, and pulled the trigger according to the senior brother who was still looking at Xiao Jiu in a daze.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the crowd that came to see the play fled faster, and after a while, they ran clean. Andrei took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his face, and whispered a few words to his own soldiers. The pro-soldier hurriedly climbed onto the stage, examined Xiao Jiu's wounds, and then jumped down and whispered a few words to Andre.

Andrei scolded hatefully in Russian, and walked out of the Drum Tower without looking back, completely ignoring An Zhifu, who kept talking on the side. An Zhifu followed closely behind Andrei and also went out.

There were a lot of people on the stage—they were the only ones left in the front room.

Mr. Peng, Li Lintang and Zhao Shankun hurriedly ran downstairs, and the backstage master Chen and the bosses heard the sound and came to the front desk.

Class Master Chen first looked at Xiao Jiu, then at the senior brother of this subject, hugged Xiao Jiu in his arms, and shouted hoarsely: "Save people!" Someone! Help me! ”

Mr. Peng turned over to the stage and grabbed Chen Banzhu. The Russian soldier stepped forward to check just now, and he saw it clearly: "Brother Chen...... In this place...... There is no help. ”

Class Master Chen sat down on the ground in a daze, hugged Xiao Jiu tightly, pressed his head on his chest, and couldn't speak for a long time.

What else can others say at this time? Do you say "festival mourning and change"?

The senior brother was shot in the chest, and he was not dead at this time, but he was lying on the ground coughing up blood, obviously because he was out more and less breathing. Chu An knelt beside him on one knee and grabbed his hand tightly.

"Little Nine...... Don't be afraid...... I...... Your senior brother, be a companion with you on Huangquan Road......" Senior brother tilted his head after speaking, and he was completely motionless.

Liu Chun's eyes were red. He pulled "Zhao Gao" by the collar, pulled him up, brought it to a place where his eyes could be level, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You say!" What's going on? ”

The one who played Zhao Gao was only a disciple of this subject, and he was not much older than Xiao Jiu. was frightened, and then Liu Chun asked viciously, "wow" and cried, and he couldn't even say the whole sentence. There was a foul smell between his legs, and it turned out to be peeing his pants.

Liu Chun sighed and threw him aside. For a while, only the sound of Chen Banzhu sobbing was heard in the drum tower.

"So......" Huzi walked closer, "what I don't know now is why he killed Xiao Jiu, Senior Brother." ”

Huzi leaned down and patted the senior brother's face: "Ask you!" Say! Why? Why the hell did you kill Xiao Jiu! ”

Seeing Huzi dragging the costume and shaking the body of the senior brother vigorously, a few disciples of this subject quickly came out of the troupe and pulled Huzi away.

Huzi is a person who practices martial arts, and his strength is already greater, and it was not easy for four or five of his peers to hold him down. After a while, Huzi stopped struggling and said, "Let go of me, it's okay." ”

The men slowly let go of their hands, and Huzi stood up and dusted off the ashes, saying, "Who told him this?" Where did you hear that? If you dare to do it, you have to dare to do it, you can stand up for yourself! Don't have the courage to do it, if you don't have the courage to stand up, we will make a decision. Not only did I give Xiao Jiu an explanation, but I also had to give an explanation to Class Master Chen! ”

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