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“Why does it have to be me?” Wu Wang said, feigning difficulty.

This troupe leader seems to have a few too many secrets.

Being able to resurrect, manipulate ghost shadows, and know this human sacrifice method of unknown purpose is one thing.

The most crucial thing is that Wu Wang clearly remembers—

The zombie prince called him "Brother Ji"!

A mere troupe leader of a Peking opera troupe can be on brotherly terms with a prince guarding the frontier and going to the battlefield.

Even if he doesn't know the current era.

But since the lighting here is still at the candle level, and there are royals like princes, it can't possibly be modern.

Unlike the popularity and prominence of modern-day celebrities, in the past, most actors painstakingly practiced their skills from a young age.

But it wasn't a good profession.

First-class are emperors and kings, second-class are officials and generals, third-class are gentry, merchants, and traders.

Fourth-class are sects and gangs, fifth-class are artisans and craftsmen, sixth-class are doctors, landowners, and farmers.

Seventh-class are shamans, beggars, and slaves, eighth-class are thieves, swindlers, and robbers, ninth-class are actors and prostitutes.

Acting is at the very bottom of the lowest class.

In a sense, actors are not even as high in status as prostitutes.

After all, prostitutes can reform and marry officials, scholars, and other upper-class people to change their status.

Actors, also known as entertainers, can never turn over.

Not only can they not participate in the imperial examinations, but they also cannot marry into the upper class and can only solve marriages within their own group.

It's no exaggeration to say that once a slave, always a slave.

In this situation full of discrimination.

A first-class "king" can look at a ninth-class "actor" as an equal.

That itself is the biggest problem.

The knowledge Wu Wang has accumulated over the years is enough for him to detect abnormalities from any clues that deviate from the truth.

“Still pretending to be crazy and foolish? Don’t think I don’t know that your family has been shamans for generations. It must be easy for you to calculate the birthdates and zodiac signs of your brothers you’re with day and night, right?”

The troupe leader stared straight into Wu Wang's eyes.

He continued, word by word: “Only you know whose limbs to take.”

Wu Wang: “?”

Do I know? Should I know?

Damn! So I'm not simple either!?

But I'm not really Bai Sha!

First, he asks me to make pills, and then he asks me to perform shamanistic calculations.

What kind of difficulty is this?

“Ahem, since you already know about this, I suppose if I don’t agree, I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave this theater today?”

Wu Wang glanced at the five-colored torso and the clown ghost shadow on the stage.

Even the many broken ghost shadows on the ground playing corpses.

These guys were all staring at him menacingly.

As if they would pounce on him and tear him to pieces as soon as the troupe leader gave the order.

The troupe leader smiled slightly and said, “I didn’t say that, after all, the prince still wants to see you tomorrow.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Wang stood up abruptly.

He walked out of the theater without looking back.

Leaving only a sentence, “Then I’ll give you an answer after I see the prince tomorrow.”

After Wu Wang left.

The troupe leader sat alone in the empty audience seats.

Looking at the pieced-together five-colored ghost shadow on the stage, his eyes couldn't help but become dazed.

He opened his mouth slightly and sang in a high-pitched tone: “My strength uproots mountains, my spirit overshadows the world! The time is unfavorable, and my steed does not depart! The steed does not depart, what can I do? Yu, my Yu, what can I do~”

His singing skills were stunning, enough to move any audience member who heard it.

It's hard to imagine that someone with the face of a handsome young man could possess such singing skills.

What's more, the troupe leader was even humming the tune while sitting down, showing that he was still somewhat at ease.

Along with his lyrics.

The five-colored ghost shadow on the stage picked up a sharp sword flashing with cold light from somewhere.

He placed it on his neck.

Turning around, the head fell to the ground.

It rolled all the way to the troupe leader's feet, looking at his face with a featureless face.

Only to see a crystal-clear teardrop fall on the head.

In an instant, the candlelight, along with all the bizarre ghost shadows, disappeared without a trace.

It fell into darkness again where you couldn't see your fingers.

The door of the theater opened and closed automatically without wind.

With a bang, it closed tightly.

The entire theater returned to silence.

— — — —

On the other side, Wu Wang met the skinny old man as soon as he came out.

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The other party took him to his lodging.

It looked like a row of slightly exquisite brick houses, and the overall style was not very impressive.

But considering the current era and the low productivity, all of this was within the normal range, and Wu Wang didn't see anything unusual.

“Master Bai, we’re here.” The skinny old man said with a flattering smile, “The troupe leader told me to tell all the actors to rest well tonight so they don’t miss tomorrow’s show.”

Wu Wang nodded casually to show that he heard.

But unexpectedly, the skinny old man didn't leave immediately.

Instead, he urged again.

“Recently, the garden has been uneasy at night. If you need anything, just call out to the old servant in the middle of the night.”

“Try not to go out at night to relieve yourself or cool off, lest you catch a cold.”

With that, he turned around and left.

However, Wu Wang narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man's hunched back.

The last two sentences of the other party were a bit intriguing.

What does it mean that the garden is uneasy at night?

Haunted? This is no joke.

Because he knows very well—there really are ghosts in this pear garden!

Could it be that in addition to the troupe leader and his ghost shadows, there are other ghosts in this Xishengyi Garden?

“Friend over there, if you’ve watched enough, can you come out and chat?”

After the old man had completely walked away.

Wu Wang retracted his gaze and said casually while lying on the bed.

After a while, seeing that there was no movement in the house.

He pulled out a chamber pot from under the bed with his backhand.

He said again in the corner by the door: “You’ve been following me all the way back to the house since you entered the theater. If you pretend to be stupid again, don’t blame me for being Sun Wukong again. You don’t want to become the Tathagata’s finger, do you?”

Seeing that this guy was really starting to loosen his belt.

A certain existence observing in secret finally couldn't hold back.

A scarecrow staggered out from behind the corner of the table.

He took the lead and asked: “Sorry, I have no malice, I just want to ask you a question.”

Hearing this familiar loli voice.

Wu Wang's mouth curled up, and he immediately knew whose prop the scarecrow was.

After hesitating for a moment, the other party continued to ask: “I want to ask, do you know a player named 【Yan Shuangying】?”

Obviously, the one controlling the scarecrow is the fox loli—【Xiaoxiao】.

She felt a strange familiarity from this player named Widow.

That's why she secretly observed the other party's actions.

Unexpectedly, she was exposed all at once.

Facing this scout who came to his door, Wu Wang shrugged and smiled: “Of course I know him, he is my private school teacher.”

“If it’s convenient, let’s go out and chat?”

“I might as well stroll around this Xishengyi Garden.”

“I want to see how uneasy it is at night.”