In the theater hall.
The master of the hospital looked sad in the pavilion. He called his attendants and said, "Go and see Huai Ling and give him medicine. It seems that he is seriously ill this time." The attendant nodded. The octagonal pavilion in the Grand Theater is also lavishly built, with a golden octagonal spire that is folded forty times and is very steep. "Master Yin, last time I sent someone to spy on him. His face was as pale as a dead ghost. He also wore heavy makeup and came out at night to scare people." The attendant whispered in the ear of Master Yin. The courtyard master's face darkened as he listened, "It seems that only Miss Hanshan can handle this lunatic."
Dou Hanshan tossed and turned in the inn. She had a nightmare and had no choice but to sit up and light a lamp.
It rained heavily in the middle of the night. Huai Ling accidentally rolled off his horse and the horse ran away. He was hysterical and threw a knife at the horse. "Run!" He walked up to the horse with a sharp smile, mounted on it, and chased the Hanshan girl in the heavy rain.
There was lightning and thunder outside the inn, and Dou Hanshan huddled in the corner, covered with a quilt. Unfortunately, she never thought that Huai Ling would accidentally end up in the inn where she was.
"Bang bang bang!" There was a sound outside the door, and the sound woke up the shop owner and the waiter. The two men came to open the door with their shoes. Everyone was frightened at first sight. The man outside had his hair disheveled and his face was pale under the moonlight. It was hard to tell whether he was a human or a ghost. When the man saw the boss and the waiter, he laughed horribly. The boss also froze in place.
"Is Dou Hanshan here?" He laughed wildly. The boss hesitated and said: "Master, we don't know who he is."
"Get out of here!" Huai Xiu viciously kicked the boss down and stared at the clerk with his scarlet eyes.
"Customer..., Mr. Guest, a female guest came to our store tonight. We don't know who the Dou Hanshan you mentioned is. Sir, please show your respect."
Huai Xiujian laughed even more crazily. Hanshan heard something strange coming from downstairs in the room. When she listened carefully, she heard it clearly, and she was shocked.
"My lord, it's upstairs. Please come up."
Huaixiu kicked open the door of Dou Hanshan's room. When he saw the woman in the room, the madman rolled towards Hanshan and Hanshan threw a pillow at her. Huai Xiu crawled to her bedside, the sound of shrill laughter and mourning mixed together was no longer human.
"Hanshan! I finally found you!" The Huai Ling man became mentally ill when he was thirteen years old. The disease got deeper and deeper over time. He relied on a drug called "Dingjing San" to control his illness.
Han Shan knew that he was an out-and-out lunatic. There was thunder and lightning outside, and strange lights flashed from time to time in the house. She smashed the pillow on Huaixiu's face and tried to run out desperately, but Huaixiu grabbed her ankle and fell heavily.
"You want to leave me!" Huai Xiu completely lost his mind. He pushed Han Shan to the ground, yelled and picked up the dagger to bleed himself. Hanshan was frightened, and she pulled Huailing's arm. Huailing suddenly stopped laughing, and Hanshan burst into tears. She had given up struggling long ago, and her heart died in thousands of moments. Huai Ling held her in his arms and said, "Hanshan, don't leave me..." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot. Han Shan looked at Huai Ling's pale face. She closed her eyes and slowly approached, and their breathing began to quicken. Han Shan clenched Huai Ling's cold fingers, breathing with endless sorrow.
The actors and the clouds and rain in Hanshan finally gradually calmed down...
