I closed my eyes tightly and listened hard: "It's Peking Opera."
The huge theater seemed to have become a loudspeaker, and the babbling sounds kept ringing.
The goosebumps on my body were as distinct as millet.
Sweat dripped from Ji Canghai's forehead, and his eyes were like searchlights, scanning repeatedly.
Now, we have no retreat.
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 hard to give myself courage.
"No matter what happens, you must listen to me."
Ji Canghai walked in front with a kitchen knife to clear the way, and I followed him all the way.
In the storm, the drama became louder and louder.
I lay down at the door on the first floor and looked out.
On the stage, a person wearing a powder blue costume and heavy makeup on his face was dancing on the stage.
It was as if there were countless spectators watching in the audience.
I saw her feet rolling continuously, and her steps were like fish scales. Sometimes she jumped slightly, and sometimes she beat her chest and stamped her feet.
This is the "scale" step in Peking Opera.
I have seen countless artists, but her figure still amazes me.
"Daiyu sings when she is buried with flowers, she sings when she is buried with flowers..."
Her figure is extremely soft, and bursts of lyrics flow out with her figure.
Suddenly, he stopped suddenly, looked up at me, and the lyrics in his mouth lost their softness.
Instead, every word is full of toughness.
"That's her fate!"
The moment I looked at him, I saw his facial features.
With thick eyebrows, big eyes, a wide nose and wide lips, this is actually a man!
However, the oily powder on his face and the red flowers on his ears make him look a bit weirder.
After a while, he slowly put away his body, cupped his hands into fists, and sang "O".
"The inspector has arrived, why don't you come in 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.
Retreating is never the answer to a problem. Sometimes, taking the bull by the horns is the only option.
"Pah, pah..."
Ji Canghai and I stepped forward one after another, but the person on the stage kept his eyes on the two of us.
"What do you want to hear, sir? You can tell me slowly with my slave Song San."
Just as he was saying this, Song San's slightly handsome face showed a hint of charm, and he performed a Wanfu Jin'an squatting salute.
I swallowed my saliva and whispered to Ji Canghai, "Let's sit separately."
I'm ready to double-team. If something goes wrong, we can split up and surround him.
In this way, we sat at both ends, one on the left and the other on the right.
The moment we separated, countless dead souls appeared in my sight.
The room, which was over a hundred square meters, was packed with seats.
At a rough glance, there are at least several hundred.
There are so many dead souls, both male and female, wearing different clothes.
From the gowns worn during the Republic of China to more modern suits, there are also several official robes similar to those seen in costume dramas.
Although they were dressed in different costumes, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of us.
The dark theater was stared at silently by hundreds of ghosts.
If I hadn't seen enough dead people, I might have collapsed.
When I looked down, white hair and sweat immediately broke out on my back.
I actually sat on two legs!
I looked back and saw a ghost with half his head missing, sitting behind me.
In other words, I am now being held in the arms of a ghost!
At this time, Song San on the stage urged again: "Why are you keeping silent, sir?"
I think I may not be able to walk out in this situation today.
However, now that the enemy is strong and we are weak, if I fight head-on, it would be purely because of my mental illness.
Thinking of this, I felt a little more calm and prepared to talk first.
I gently cupped my hand and said, "I am not talented, but my surname is Li."
"oh?"
Song San was visibly stunned, and then responded with clasped fists: "Mr. Li."
The profession of singing is known as Liyuan children to the outside world.
This Liyuan refers to the stage set up by Emperor Ming Dynasty Li Longji in the Liyuan so that performers could have a place to display their talents.
Since the Tang Dynasty, Li Longji has become the founder of opera.
The surname Li has a different position in the singing industry.
That’s why he called me “First Lord.”
With this identity, I can ensure the temporary safety of Ji Canghai and I.
I pretended not to see the evil spirits around me and stood up slowly...
