The actors inside are busy setting up the stage, setting up the tent, and preparing the performance equipment.

There were also sleepy-eyed ones, as if they had just woken up, yawning and flashing in front of the eyes of several people.

It seems to be indifferent to the audience who came early.

"A few guest officers came a little earlier!"

One person walked out of the actors, greeted several people and introduced himself:

"I'm the talker of the troupe, you can call me a thousand faces."

Phantom Qianmian wore a straw hat, her eyelashes were slightly curled, her eyes were dark and deep, and her clothes were tattered, wild and uninhibited with a little evil charm.

"We came from other places to do business, and when we heard that there were a hundred plays to watch, we came to join in the fun."

Ji Boda's ability to lie is purely "a must".

Who wears robes for business?

Talking to ghosts?

Or the troupe saw a lot of people of all kinds, and Phantom Thousand Faces did not expose the identities of several people in public.

Instead, he smiled: "The guest officer has to wait, the people below still need to dress up, and the troupe will not start performing until the sun sets." ”

Wen Yuanzheng asked puzzledly, "Why do you have to wait until the sun sets?" ”

Actually, except for Mu Nan, everyone doesn't understand.

In the hundred plays, the search for the sword, the swallowing of the knife, the spitting fire, and the illusion are played during the day, and while the viewing line is insufficient, it is also easy to expose the mysteries.

Therefore, most of the performances are held in the evening.

But the group knew very little about human affairs, and they seemed to be much ignorant.

The questions asked also seemed a bit naïve.

"A few guest officers are very raw, is it the first time to watch the hundred operas in the Horn Theater Park?"

Phantom Qianmian said vaguely: "The night performance is just following the ancestral teachings. ”

Ji Boda looked at the sun and said:

"It's still some time before sunset, do you mind if I wait for me to turn it down?"

"Why not? As long as the guests did not touch the food of the brothers in the garden. ”

Phantom Qianmian generously posed for invitation, and continued: "Feel free to move around. ”

Ji Boda thanked Phantom Qianmian and turned to his teammates and said:

"Everyone can take a casual stroll in the park, just don't delay watching the hundred operas at night."

The group will understand.

They began to scatter and take a peek around the garden.

Ji Boda even let go of his divine sense and swept through everyone present.

As Tu Cheng said, they are all mortals.

And it seems that there are no fierce gods and evil people, and there are no traitors.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

The bustling audience began to enter the theater one after another.

It only took a short time for people to start crowding.

"Do you want to go on?"

The group gathered and dispersed, and when they got together again, they were all sad.

"Is there a must to continue?"

It seems to be a question and an answer, but in fact, everyone has an answer in their hearts.

Whether it is the audience one after another, or the hawkers carrying the burden, or even the actors who arrive at the theater park, all of them are mortals.

If mortals can take people away silently, even Mu Nan will praise him, which is more professional than shooting flowers.

Take 10,000 steps back, the troupe has indeed done such a shady business, where are the people hiding?

The theater is indeed not small, and the performance equipment is full of tricks.

But they are all made of wood, iron, cloth, and other mortal things, and have no spirituality.

Under the divine consciousness, it is more transparent.

What's out of the ordinary?

Shaking their heads, several people walked out stupidly.

"A few guest officers, the show will start immediately, don't you want to watch a few shows before leaving? If you miss this village, you won't have this store! ”

The hundred plays of the mortal world, no matter how wonderful they are, are full of loopholes in the eyes of the monks.

What trick is more subtle than magic?

Faced with the kind invitation of Phantom Thousand Faces, Ji Boda euphemistically shirked:

"Thank you for the kindness of the Phantom Shopkeeper, I am entangled in trivial matters, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, and it is a pity that I can't watch the magic of a hundred plays."

"That's a shame."

Phantom Qianmian smacked her lips, as if she was pointing, and her expression was very regretful.

A few people turned around and walked a few steps, and Mu Nan suddenly said, "Wait! ”

He began to enter the theater without noticing anything abnormal, and even now he did not notice any defects.

But it's because there are no flaws that it looks even more weird.

For example, the old man who practiced swallowing fire and his wife, respected each other like guests, raised their eyebrows, and envied everyone.

are all praised, this is love.

Rich and poor.

Another example, the person who used water to spit out the lotus flower, only one movement, spit out for half an hour, and did not stop.

The child next to him who was in charge of bringing him water did not have to be deliberate, and the amount of water in each half bowl was exactly the same.

Not a single more, not less than one.

Another example is the artist who performs the bird transformation and throws the cup in the air, turns into a white dove, and circles around the theater car.

When it flew back into his hands, it turned into a cup again.

It's amazing to look at.

Several people looked at it for a long time, but they didn't see the mystery.

Intuition, let him hear a different flavor in the words of Phantom Thousand Faces.

Regretful?

It's a real shame to go!

"Uncle Shi, did you make a discovery?"

Xie Huaiwei was the first to stop.

It's not that she trusts Mu Nan in many ways, but without this clue, several people don't know where to start next.

Even if she is resourceful, she also has a sense of "Jiang Lang's talent" at this time.

A hasty conclusion of the human tooth trafficking case?

Even the provincial government knows that this matter is by no means a simple disappearance of a human being can be described, how can they deceive themselves?

Wouldn't it become another Beiliu Eighteen Cities when it was spread out?

"Do you have a feeling?"

Mu Nan looked back at the park, and his eyes fell on Phantom Qianmian: "Everything is too perfect, perfect without a single flaw!" ”

After Xie Huaigu, he really found something that others couldn't find out.

Seeing him say this, he sneered and dragged Xie Huaiwei.

"Let's go, sister, no ...... Uncle Pastor's gaze is different from ours, even higher than the major repair of the Jie Dan Realm! ”

Because of the cheerful shouting behind his back, he almost blurted out the words "faceless man".

When the words came to his lips, he quickly went back.

"Uncle Pastor, there are many perfect things in the world, why is it strange here?"

Ji Boda also felt that he was making a fuss and looked like he had never seen the world.

It's boring to look at.

Is it a person with psychological defects, but he can't see the perfection of the world?

Mu Nan knew that if he tried his best to explain, they would also be dismissive.

Why don't you go straight to Huanglong?

So he shouted at Phantom Thousand Faces: "Demon, you haven't shown your original form yet!" ”

The other five subconsciously jumped away from him and stayed away from him.

Shouting demons to a mortal, Uncle Priest must be crazy!

How do you know, Phantom Thousand Faces grinned.

"Truly, I was discovered by this young man!"

"Bang!"

With his words, the group unanimously sacrificed magic weapons, staring vigilantly at Phantom Thousand Faces.

I thought there was something wrong with Mu Nan, but unexpectedly, he actually admitted it himself!

"What a demon!"

Phantom Faces tore unhurriedly at her neck and took off a mask.

"Shaoxia, this is my true face!"

In other words, Phantom Qianmian's face was a little old at this time, and there were some horizontal lines on his forehead.

Shaking the mask in his hand as if he was joking.

looked at the swords, guns, swords and halberds in front of him proudly.

"I use this trick to scare countless crying children!"

A crowd of people retracted the magic weapon in disagreement.

Innocently looking up at the starry sky, as if he was ready to use the spiritual weapons and Taoist weapons in his hands to fight with mosquitoes and flies.

On the other hand, Mu Nan picked up the measuring ruler and pointed to the phantom thousand faces: "Can you recognize the Dao weapon in my hand?" ”

Phantom was stunned.

was already crying: "Shaoxia, if you need money, just say it, I'll go get it for you, there's no need to use a knife or a gun!" ”

"Enough! Uncle Pastor! ”

Ji Boda was embarrassed by the scene just now, and the reason was Mu Nan's random suspicion.

At this time, it seemed that he had found the source of his venting, and he withdrew in front of Phantom Qianmian: "Are you going to use force against mortals?" ”

Mu Nan ignored his righteous words, and the measuring ruler deviated from the direction, always facing the illusion of a thousand faces.

"It seems that you have to make me make a move before you are willing to show your original form?"

"Dang!"

Ji Boda's anger came up.

There is a resentment that ignores his love, and there is also a redemption of face loss.

Seeing that he was still threatening Phantom Thousand Faces, he pressed his magic sword against the measuring ruler.

A crisp sound.

"Uncle Pastor, don't make mistakes!"

"I think your brain is smaller than a walnut!"

Mu Nan picked up Ji Boda's magic sword and smashed it down.

Not to mention that Phantom Qianmian is an old man, he is a young man with a strong temperament, and he will go to Huangquan in an instant under this foot.

How could Ji Boda tolerate a cultivator attacking a mortal when he was leading the team?

Or his teammates!