I closed my eyes tightly and listened diligently, "It's Peking Opera."

The huge theater seemed to have become a megaphone, and the sound of babbling was non-stop.

The goosebumps on my body are like millet, and they are distinct.

Sweat trickled down Ji Canghai's forehead, and his eyes were like searchlights, scanning repeatedly.

Right now, there's no way back.

If I don't do this well, it will be difficult for me to gain a foothold in Changchun in the future.

I took a deep breath and coughed vigorously to give myself courage.

"Whatever the situation may be, you must listen to me."

Ji Canghai walked in front of him with a kitchen knife to open the way, and I followed all the way behind.

In the storm, the drama is getting bigger and bigger.

I was lying on the door of the first floor and looked out.

On the stage, a man in a powder blue costume with heavy makeup on his face is dancing on the stage.

It was as if there were countless onlookers in the audience.

I saw her feet crushing continuously, and her footsteps were in the shape of fish scales, sometimes jumping up gently, and beating her chest and feet.

This is the "scale" step in Peking Opera.

I asked myself that I had seen countless artists, but she still amazed me.

"Daiyu funeral flowers, funeral flowers singing......"

Her figure was extremely soft, and bursts of singing fluttered out with her posture.

Suddenly, he suddenly stopped and looked up at me, the words in his mouth lost their softness.

On the contrary, word by word, full of toughness.

"That's her fate!"

The moment I looked at him, I saw his features.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, a wide nose and wide lips, this turned out to be a man!

It's just that the oily powder on his face and the red flowers on his ears look even more treacherous.

After a moment, he slowly retracted his figure, clasped his hands into fists, and sang.

"The watchman has come, why don't you enter the venue and take a closer look?"

Ji Canghai asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"

"Enter!"

I almost gritted my teeth and squeezed out a word.

Going backwards is never the answer, and sometimes, it's the only option.

"Click, click......"

Ji Canghai's footsteps and I sounded one after another, and the eyes of the person on the stage always stayed on the two of us.

"What do you want to hear? You can talk to the little slave Song San slowly."

As he was talking, Song San's slightly handsome face showed a hint of charm, and he made a squatting salute.

I swallowed my saliva and whispered to Ji Canghai, "Let's sit separately."

I'm ready to wrap up, and if I find something wrong, we'll be able to separate up.

In this way, we sat at both ends on the left and right.

The moment we separated, countless souls appeared in my sight.

The room of hundreds of square meters was full.

At a cursory glance, there are at least a few hundred.

There are so many dead souls, both men and women, and the clothes on their bodies are not the same.

From the long gowns of the Republic of China period to modern suits, there are several official robes similar to those in costume dramas.

Although they were dressed differently, all eyes were on the two of us.

The dark theater was stared at silently by hundreds of ghosts.

If it weren't for the fact that I've seen enough dead people, I'm afraid I'd have collapsed.

When I looked down, a white sweat immediately erupted on my back.

I was sitting on two legs!

I looked back and saw a ghost with half of his head missing sitting behind me.

In other words, I'm now being held in the arms of a ghost!

At this time, Song San on the stage opened his mouth to urge again: "Why is the guest officer silent?"

I think I may not be able to get out of today's posture.

However, at the moment, the enemy is strong and I am weak, and if I am tough, it will be purely a brain disease.

Thinking of this, I feel a little more calm, and I am ready to talk about it first.

I lightly arched my hand: "I am not talented, and my surname is Li."

"Oh?"

Song San was obviously stunned, and then he clenched his fists and saluted back: "Master Li."

The profession of singing opera is called the children of Liyuan to the outside world.

This pear orchard refers to the stage set up by Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Ming Dynasty in the pear orchard, so that the actors have a place to display their talents.

Since the Tang Dynasty, Li Longji has become the ancestor of singing.

And the surname Li has a different position in the singing industry.

That's why he called me "the first master."

With this identity, I can guarantee the temporary safety of me and Ji Canghai.

I pretended not to see the evil around me and slowly stood up......