The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping, Luo Zhu had to hide aside from the rain, and quietly looked at Tang Hai, she was really a little afraid that Tang Hai would suddenly turn into someone else, or get angry at her again, there was no need for magic and spiritual power here, and now she was also a weak woman.

The woman was in the sea of Tang, curled up and became smaller and smaller, and finally shrank in the corner, trembling at the rain outside the house, and regarded Luo Zhu as a transparent person.

"Help me... Save me. Luo Zhu boldly approached a little before he heard her keep shouting this sentence, and the next second Luo Zhu's hairs stood up.

Her body melted, sticking together, like a mud doll that had been soaked out of its original color, slowly turning into a pool of blood.

Luo Zhu ran into the distance, holding on to the pillar and vomited, the rain hit her body, Luo Zhu suddenly found that her clothes were also fading, and her whole body was slowly softening.

It's melting itself.

Luo Zhu's fingertips were bleeding, and she woke up from the pain of needle, and Lin Dong quickly helped her sit up to prevent her from falling asleep again.

"Lindong?" Luo Zhu tapped her head, the pain in her fingertips hit, Lindong patted her back, relieved, if she hadn't found it in time, she wouldn't have woken up.

Feng Qingmo put his hands behind his back and glanced at her, Luo Zhu glanced at him, he quickly lowered his head and still didn't speak.

Luo Zhu secretly felt bad, she looked up at Lin Dong, Lin Dong looked at her innocently, Xuan Ran stood next to her, these two people looked normal.

"Xuan Ran, when did Feng Qingmo come back, and how did he come back?" Luo Zhu asked.

"Childe?" Xuan Ran glanced at Feng Qingmo confused, "I found him in the East Garden an hour ago, and he fell asleep like you at that time, and now it is estimated that he is still a little ......."

Luo Zhu ran out, she knew that it was not Feng Qingmo, and Feng Qingmo was never the first to lower his head when he looked at her, he would stare at Luo Zhu embarrassed and then open his mouth to hurt her.

Although Feng Qingmo in that room had the same appearance, Luo Zhu knew that he was the same as the mud doll in his dream, and there was no trace of Feng Qingmo's spiritual energy in his eyes.

Damn! Where are they hidden?

Feng Qingmo said that the spirit of things will protect the spirit of things from being disturbed by the outside world, and it is obvious that their invasion has been detected by the spirit of things, and it is not a problem to deal with a few people in their own territory.

"Where have you been?" Luo Zhu searched all over the garden and didn't find any trace of Feng Qingmo, where is the place where people can hide in this theater! Luo Zhu was in a hurry, this place is no better than outside, Feng Qingmo is no different here and Luo Zhu in the dream just now, they are all lambs to be slaughtered.

The sound of singing on the stage came from the East Garden, Luo Zhu was used to it, and just after running two steps, Luo Zhu reacted and began to run towards the stage.

If I didn't guess wrong, this play was staged once, and it was the first play that Feng Qingmo blocked in front of her, so the last scene was...

Luo Zhu hurriedly rushed towards the stage, only to see that the executioner had already raised his big knife and was about to cut it down.

"Leave people under the knife!" Luo Zhu rushed over and blocked in front of Feng Qingmo, the executioner was pushed and staggered a few steps, almost falling to the ground, and the spectators sighed, not knowing what happened.

"Feng Qingmo, are you okay?" Luo Zhu said as he untied the rope behind the prisoner, the prisoner raised his head, and Luo Zhu saw his face clearly, this was not Feng Qingmo at all.

"Dare to hijack the Dharma field, come and tie me up!" The erhu gongs and drums sounded again, and several guards on the stage came over to grab Luo Zhu without saying anything.

Luo Zhu stepped back, the people on the stage were getting closer and closer to her, and there were a group of strangers off the stage, with a good look on their faces.

At this time, another person rushed onto the stage, dressed in black, with a veil on his face, he picked up Luo Zhu and kicked over a few guards, and then escaped from the stage.

It wasn't until the hidden place that Luo Zhu was put down, and the man in black pulled down the veil, it was Feng Qingmo.

"Where have you been?" Luo Zhu asked reproachfully, and it was not difficult to hear a slight cry in his voice.

Feng Qingmo shook his head and replied, "Don't do such risky things in the future." ”

The more serious Feng Qingmo is, the more Luo Zhu is not used to it, and at the same time, she also realizes that this object spirit dream is a big trouble, and even Feng Qingmo feels a headache.

When Feng Qingmo went to explore the spirit of things, he was also involved in a dream in a dream, but it was a dream of the spirit, it was originally a wooden hairpin worn on Tang Hai's body, this hairpin was not made of ordinary wood, but a thousand-year-old plum branch, I don't know which immortal was left in the world, Tang Hai got this hairpin by mistake.

The hairpin has always been put in and out by Tang Hai, often in his arms, and carefully wrapped in several layers of cotton cloth, and he will often take it out to see if he is fine.

This is his love token, although he has never seen the owner of the hairpin in his dream, but it is conceivable that it should be a gentle and beautiful woman.

Tang went abroad to learn art, and he had a deep obsession with this singing opera, and he came to this opera garden with several teenagers of the same age to learn art.

"Stand up, hands up!" Practicing the basic skills is painful and the most basic, everyone stands straight, maintains a movement and stands in the scorching sun, and the slightest neglect is the master's reprimand.

Every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the theater will stop, those who are close to home are allowed to go home, and those who are farther away will have a good meal together, eat moon cakes and admire the moon.

Tang Hai is not the smartest one, but he is the hardest working one, and he has been running around with the troupe since he left home since he was a child.

One day the master suddenly announced that from now on stationed in Yiyang will no longer travel far, the powerful are rampant, these people who rely on their crafts to eat are just barely alive, the master patted him on the shoulder, and let out a long sigh.

Things do not turn out the way you want. Has the theater also become a place for the powerful to enjoy? This is completely different from the clean and holy place in Tang Hai's heart.

After bidding farewell to his master, Tang Hai embarked on the way home, and Tang Hai received a letter halfway through, saying that his master was seriously ill and was about to die, hoping to see Tang Hai for the last time, and Tang Hai began to turn around and rush back.

Tang Hai's hometown has a childhood sweetheart's old friend Yue Niang, she has been waiting for Tang Hai to come back to marry her, day after day, year after year, Tang Hai sent her many letters, and she is not very literate and always let the two next door read the letter to her.

Each time he said he was coming back, but every time he broke his promise.

After receiving Tang Hai's reply to the late return, Yueniang did not treasure it for the first time, but tore it to pieces in front of Erquan.

He clearly said that this time he would not return late, this time he would definitely come back to marry her, and this time they would not be separated again.

People in ten miles and eight towns often talk about her at their daily dinners, saying that she hates to marry, that she is infatuated, that she is stupid to go home, and that she wants to boil herself into an old girl, an old woman, and every day she thinks about a drama and comes back to marry her.

Yueniang was completely chilled, and Erquan replied to the letter for her, with only one line on it: Jun has broken his word, and the concubine has become a wife.

Tang Hai knelt and guarded the mourning hall, and he couldn't forget the last words of his master for a long time in his mind, he just wanted to tell him: Life is born to be free by detachment, in and out of the play, it is all yourself, you shouldn't lose your heart for other things, forget your original intention.

What is your original intention?

When he was eight years old, the village came to the opera troupe, all young and old went to watch the play, Tang Hai only listened to it once and imitated it, Yueniang moved a small wooden chair to listen to him singing stupidly, and his mother looked at the two dolls with a smile on the side.

"Men are ambitious in all directions, how can they be self-contained because of their children's private affairs!" Tang Hai knelt on the ground in pain, and Tang Hai's father wanted to whip him a few sticks but was stopped by Tang Hai's mother.

This was the first and last angry word his father said to him, Tang Hai's father was too drunk and drunk, and when he was passing through the streets, he was knocked to the ground by a horse rushing over, and the wine jug rolled out for a long distance, never to wake up.

Tang Hai knew that his father also loved to listen to operas, maybe he had studied for a while when he was young, and now he was wearing white filial piety, and his heart at this time was as complicated as that night.

He didn't know what had happened to him, and he didn't know where the next step was.