At night, the Old City Hotel is wrapped in red mist.

In the banquet hall, there was a staggered mix of ideas and laughter.

Located in the middle is naturally Li Qing's table.

Next to him sat the mayor, the police chief and other heads of government departments in the old city, and the food on the table was dazzling, but everyone's attention was on Li Qing's body, observing his words and expressions, for fear of neglect.

Li Qing played with the bone china wine glass in his hand, it was said that it was thirty years old, but in his opinion, it was just an ordinary wine, Li Qing drank the wine casually, and there was a sense that a drunkard did not mean to drink.

The performances on the stage continued, nothing more than some juggling, singing and dancing, clichés, banalities, lacklustre.

"I heard that Tang Xiaomeng will sing a new song tonight, is it true?"

"It is said that her singing voice really lingers for three days, and the afterglow is endless."

"People are also good-looking, no wonder Chief Li likes it."

"It is said to be the finale of the New Year, and the song is also newly written."

There was a whispered conversation at the other tables, and many people were looking forward to Tang Xiaomeng's visit.

But before that, Xia Yi's repertoire had to be staged first.

People weren't interested in the play.

After all, Xia Yi's previous arrangements were all about singing praises to the old three, and most of the people who watched it were following and touting Li Qing.

Xia Yi sat next to Li Qing, looking at the show with an indifferent expression, he didn't drink or eat vegetables.

"What is the drama that Mr. Xia is preparing this time, can you reveal a little bit first?"

Someone asked, but Xia Yi only shook his head.

"When the time comes, you'll know when you see it, and some things won't be interesting to know in advance."

When the people on the side heard this, they only laughed and didn't say anything, thinking that Xia Yi was playing tricks.

But when the host's series of announcements ended, and the black curtain opened, the scene suddenly quieted down.

Those actors appeared one by one and began to interpret the plot.

Anyone who knows a little about the pop culture of the old city knows that this is adapted from the famous writer Kiriyama's work "The King in Yellow".

The book itself is quite exciting, and Xia Yi's adaptation of the story is also impressive, and everyone quickly immersed themselves.

It's just a little confusing, why did Xia Yi stage an adaptation, and it was a work with a tragic ending on this occasion.

Li Qing glanced at Xia Yi.

"Mr. Xia, your repertoire is quite interesting."

Xia Yi was silent.

Along with the performance of the play, all the audience is immersed.

They seem to have become characters in the play, acting for their own desires, step by step into contact with those indescribable and irrational things, little by little breaking free from the shackles of human beings, and moving towards the realm of inhumanity.

It's not just a fantasy in the head.

A wealthy merchant stood up suddenly, grinned, and then put his hand into his mouth and began to pull, and in less than a moment, he tore his tongue out violently, like a child with excitement.

A woman screamed, picked up the chopsticks on the table and inserted them into her fingernails, turning the flesh open, spinning it around, and her shoulders trembling and letting out a horrified laugh.

The soldiers standing next to the ballroom sensed that something was wrong, but when they tried to stop them, they found that they couldn't move.

Bang –

A soldier pulled out a gun, fired three times in his legs, and then tried to kill himself with a shot, but the bullet only went through his jaw and out of the eye socket.

Suddenly, the entire banquet hall seemed to be spread with a spiritual plague, and everyone began to go crazy, killing each other, hurting themselves and those around them in unbelievable ways.

On stage, the show continues.

All the actors were immersed in the plot and were not affected by the scene at all, and when the plot progressed to the point where a person was pierced through the heart by a friend's sword because of a struggle for treasure, the actor actually pierced the other person's heart with a long sword.

Blood splattered and fell on the guests in the front row, but they were still happily killing each other, as if it were a grand banquet with the only theme of making the whole banquet hall a sea of blood.

Crazy, hideous, weird, and full of unspeakable horror spread in the venue.

A few strangers sensed that something was wrong, but the most they could do was keep themselves from falling into the madness, unable to act, and staring at the stage with their eyes fixed.

Li Qing felt a feeling of dizziness, as if someone was stirring with a red-hot iron tong.

He looked to the side.

Xia Yi was calm, and even picked up the tea that he hadn't drunk before.

"When this play is finished, the New Year in the old city will come."

He said.

"You, you betrayed me?"

Li Qing's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his fists slightly.

"Do you remember Mr. Wen from Jiangcheng University?"

Xia Yi said in a deep voice, the green tendons on the back of his hand were bulging, and there seemed to be some worms wriggling in the veins in them, and he gently pressed them to calm down the restlessness.

"Do you remember Jia Zixian, Xiang Jingqi, Peng Qianming, and Jiang Mengli?"

He pronounced the names one by one, but Li Qing was at a loss, he couldn't think of where he had heard these names.

"You can't even remember the names of the people you've executed."

Xia Yi's voice sounded calm, not as full of warm emotions as his words.

"They are my classmates, my teachers, my friends, the people who ran against you, and your army captured them and put them to death, and no one even collected their corpses."

"You want revenge?"

Li Qing finally figured out Xia Yi's thoughts.

"You don't understand our ideals."

Xia Yi sighed, for a warlord like Li Qing, hatred, wealth, and desire are the fundamental driving forces that drive a person's actions, and he will never be able to understand those shining ideals.

For this reason, Xia Yi did not hesitate to dirty his hands, climbed in the darkest places, deceived the people closest to him, and could not get everyone's understanding.

"You are so conceited that you think you can control everything, and you even dare to put the enemy on your side."

"Is it possible that I can really be in control?"

The corners of Li Qing's mouth suddenly curled, and he said in a deep voice.

"You could have killed me right now, instead of saying those nonsense lines of judgment."

"The reason why you didn't do it was not because you didn't want to, but because you couldn't."

"I guess all the killings are this one-scene drama, and only when the show is over will everyone sitting here die, right?"

"After all, this is "The King in Yellow", a drama in which all the characters die until the end."

Hearing Li Qing's words, Xia Yi frowned slightly, his neck, skin squirmed, and those coagulated blood like branches were constantly eating away at his body, obviously, in this banquet hall, even Xia Yi himself would be greatly affected.

He saw that the trembling and struggling on Li Qing's body suddenly stopped, as if he was not affected at all.

He saw that Li Qing stood up.

*

There are more typhoons this month, and I'm a little busy, so I'll start two shifts for the time being!

Ask for a commuter pass!

Thanks to the boss of [Sanshou Langzhong] for the 10,000 yuan reward, and thank you for the 5,000 yuan reward from the boss of [Who is not afraid of Niko now]!

(End of chapter)