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“The Han troops have seized the land~ The Chu songs resound on all sides~”

“The prince's spirit is exhausted~ What joy is there for his concubines~”

This performance of 'Farewell My Concubine' is gradually nearing its end.

Although Yu Ji was constantly striking the gong beside him, he couldn't help but hum along softly.

A trace of childishness gradually faded from his eyes, replaced by a hint of the Overlord's aura.

A lowly child from the theater, he was gradually digging out the inferiority in his bones, determined to portray the most brilliant Overlord.

Just as the old troupe leader had thought.

He was an excellent martial arts performer.

The old troupe leader, who had been the prince's secret agent in this Xishen Garden for decades, had never seen a child grasp opera so quickly.

You must know that in this era, when having enough to eat was the lifelong pursuit of ordinary people.

Many people would sell their children to the Yiyuan for a small profit.

But more often, it was because they really couldn't afford to raise a child.

For these children, mastering the skills taught by the Yiyuan was the only way to secure a meal.

Everyone was striving to live.

Under these circumstances, Yu Ji's ability to stand out and excel to the point where everyone believed he could inherit the position of the next troupe leader of Xishen Garden was enough to prove his excellence.

“Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful!” The prince said, wielding the Overlord Spear.

The performance ended, and he felt refreshed.

The resentment he had suppressed on the battlefield for so long was somewhat soothed by his hobby.

Seeing this, the old troupe leader was about to step forward to ask if the prince had any other instructions.

At this moment, Yu Ji suddenly spoke:

“You have not yet removed your makeup; you must not speak.”

For a moment, the entire theater fell into a strange silence.

The old troupe leader looked at him with a deathly pale face, and the prince also narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

Yu Ji's words were from the rules of the pear garden performers—

[Once the face is made up, no words unrelated to the performance may be spoken before the makeup is removed]

In their view, putting on makeup meant that you were no longer yourself at that moment.

But rather the character you were playing, similar to the person being sacrificed in Nuo opera, which is the so-called “corpse.”

The ghosts and gods are watching you from the sky.

Therefore, speaking about other matters at this time would be disrespectful to the ghosts and gods.

Only after going backstage and removing the makeup can you be yourself again.

But could such words be said to the prince?

The old troupe leader immediately chimed in and scolded: “Hey! You little bastard! What nonsense are you talking about! Quickly help the prince remove his makeup and costume!”

Damn it, did this kid really treat the prince as a lowly actor?

What do these pear garden rules have to do with the prince?

He can say whatever he wants, sing whatever he wants!

Do you want to die so badly that you're dragging my old bones down with you!

Yu Ji seemed to realize that he had overstepped his bounds, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and silently walked over to take the Overlord Spear from the prince's hand.

He carefully placed it down and turned to continue helping the prince remove his costume and makeup.

While he was busy, the prince asked indifferently: “What is your name?”

“Reporting to the prince, his name is Yu Ji, and he is our martial arts performer here.” The old troupe leader said with a smile.

The prince, however, gave him a cold look.

Saying, word by word: “Did I ask you?”

These short four words scared the old troupe leader into a cold sweat.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his spine chilling.

This was a frontier prince who had slaughtered countless people on the battlefield.

The number of lives in his hands, if piled up, could probably block the entire Yiyuan tightly.

Although he had been his secret agent in this Yiyuan for so many years, in his eyes, he was still just a stray dog that could be crushed to death at any time.

“Very well, bring the wine.”

After a moment, once the makeup on his face was removed, and the prince had changed back into his python robe.

He casually waved his hand and said.

This finally allowed the old troupe leader to breathe a sigh of relief.

Afraid that the prince's next words would be to order his death.

He nodded repeatedly and brought over a cup of clear, spring-like wine.

But handed it to Yu Ji, saying with a solemn expression: “This is the wine the prince is bestowing upon you. Drink it and rest well.”

Yu Ji was flattered and accepted it.

Kneeling on the ground, he solemnly kowtowed to the prince several times.

“Thank you, Prince, for the reward!”

No matter how much Yu Ji had embodied the Overlord in the previous moment.

In front of the prince, in front of this world.

He was still that lowly actor.

He had to kowtow, and he had to express his gratitude.

He raised the wine cup, tilted his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

The prince glanced at him and then said to the old troupe leader: “How is the matter I asked you to arrange?”

“Reporting to the prince, the children who match the birthdate and five elements have all been found. At most, they can all be brought to the garden tomorrow and well-fed.” The old troupe leader said softly: “When you leave, it will be the day they repay you with their lives.”

Hearing this, the prince nodded.

Gently stroking the huge knife placed on the table beside him with his hand.

Feeling the sharpness of the blade and the mottled scars on the scabbard.

This knife had also fought alongside him on the battlefield for many years.

It had been repaired and patched up again and again.

Although the blade seemed brand new, the scabbard showed its vicissitudes.

“In ancient times, Prime Minister Zhuge attempted to extend his life with the Seven Star Lamp, but unfortunately, it was destroyed by the reckless Wei Yan.”

“Now, I can also use the [Five Blossom Tune] to break the barrier between life and death.”

“Remember, this matter must not be known by others; otherwise, I will hold you accountable.”

The old troupe leader trembled and knelt down on both knees with a thud.

Pressing his head to the ground, he said forcefully: “I am willing to go through fire and water for the prince!”

Although he said so.

Wu Wang actually saw another thought above his head.

After carefully reading it for a moment, he also had a plan in mind.

It turned out that the prince felt that his health was deteriorating, and even the imperial physicians had detected that he had a terminal illness.

He probably wouldn't live for more than half a year.

In the case of an incurable disease, he began to focus on those occult arts.

Finally, he found a [Five Blossom Tune].

Using five people whose birthdates and zodiac signs are suitable, piecing together the corresponding parts of their bodies to form a new body can connect both sides of Yin and Yang.

Allowing people from the underworld to return to the Yang world.

Using this body as a carrier to live again.

Since no medical treatment could be found for this body, he would seek another body to live another life.

The prince wanted to wait until after his death to rely on the evil art of [Five Blossom Tune] to revive himself.

Yu Ji, who was beside him, heard this.

He couldn't help but be shocked.

Although he didn't understand what the [Five Blossom Tune] was, he could hear that the prince was preparing to kill five innocent children to do something.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, a sharp pain suddenly arose in his abdomen.

Yu Ji immediately writhed in pain like a cooked shrimp, arching his body, curling up on the ground, sweating profusely.

The pain even prevented him from crying out in agony.

In a moment, he was already breathing more out than in.

That cup of wine was poisoned wine to send him to the Western Paradise.

Only at this time did he understand why the prince and the old troupe leader would discuss various matters so undisguisedly in front of him.

Because he couldn't leave this theater at all.

“Yu… Yu… I can't see you anymore…”

At this time, what appeared in Yu Ji's mind was Lou Yu's smile under the moonlight.

He naturally didn't know that Lou Yu was not the old troupe leader's biological daughter.

Even from Yu Ji's perspective, whether it was the prince's visit or the current accompanying performance, it was all said by the other party.

It seemed like a conspiracy and a frame-up.

But Yu Ji didn't have the slightest intention of blaming her.

And he absolutely didn't believe that the other party would harm him.

What he wanted to do was merely remind Lou Yu of what had just happened, to warn her that the Old Troupe Leader and the Prince's schemes would cause much bloodshed.

He wanted to see that girl again, the one whose eyes curved like crescent moons when she smiled.

It was a pity that he could no longer go to the well in the Nuo Opera Garden.

He couldn't fulfill his promise to the girl he had secretly loved for so long, to watch the moon together.

Looking at Yu Ji's lifeless body,

the Old Troupe Leader hoisted him up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He whispered to the Prince, "Your Highness, I recently found an object from beyond the heavens, perhaps a gift from the immortals, which may grant longevity and ward off evil. Would you like to prepare some backup plans?"

He knew that the Prince would definitely go with him to see it.

Even if it wasn't about longevity or exorcism, even if it was just a method that might cure his terminal illness,

the Prince would definitely go to verify its authenticity himself.

After all, the [Fivefold Aria] was something to be performed after death.

If something went wrong, everything would truly be lost.

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Having methods that could be performed while alive was naturally the best option.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the Prince paused his hand stroking the giant blade, raised an eyebrow, and asked the Old Troupe Leader, "Oh? You possess such a treasure? Why didn't you mention it until today?"

"Replying to Your Highness, this celestial object fell from the sky and landed in the Righteous Garden's well a few days ago. Only yesterday did I find a record of a suspected celestial object in an ancient book. It just so happened that you were coming to the garden today, so I was late in reporting it. I am guilty."

The Old Troupe Leader's words were extremely smooth.

In the end, it was just a coincidence.

Moreover, he had immediately reported it to the Prince after learning about it, without choosing to hide it.

The Prince smiled with delight.

He patted the Old Troupe Leader's shoulder and consoled him, "You have a good heart. Lead the way. The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and I shall take a stroll with you."

Amidst their conversation and laughter, they carried Yu Ji's body and left.

The entire memory came to a halt.

After all, Wu Wang was immersed in Yu Ji's first-person perspective memoir.

Now that the protagonist was already dead,

what else could he see?

The last two sentences were already just voices with a black screen.

Most likely, they were the last things Yu Ji heard in his dying moments, when his consciousness was blurred.

Fortunately, he knew the subsequent plot more or less.

The stories told by those masked ghosts were about what happened afterward.

The Old Troupe Leader threw the body into the well and told the Prince that the celestial object was also there.

When the Prince leaned over the well to look, he took the opportunity to push him down as a sacrifice.

In his elation, he didn't notice the wet and slippery ground and fell in himself.

All of this was seen by Lou Yu on the roof of the small courtyard.

Even the reason why the ground was wet and slippery was because she had drawn some water earlier when she was thirsty.

In the end, she also pushed the ruthless "Old Father" who had killed her beloved and annihilated the Prince into the abyss.

When Wu Wang opened his eyes again,

he was already lying sprawled at the bottom of the well.

Many years had passed, and those five children had grown into adults.

The well water here had long dried up, leaving only a thin layer that couldn't even submerge Wu Wang's mouth and nose when he lay down.

He sat up.

He gently stirred the reflection of the vertical pupils on the water surface.

The familiar sense of contamination surged into his heart again, instantly giving him the feeling of eating poisonous mushrooms and drinking fake alcohol.

Even so, he still shook his head.

"Not exciting enough, old pal. This isn't your strength."

"Or rather, this isn't the true imprint you left in the instance, is it?"

The corners of Wu Wang's mouth, which had already begun to grow scales and hundreds of teeth, slightly curved upward.

This was indeed the extreme contamination that the Abyss God's mark would produce.

But he was actually able to almost not lose consciousness in the face of this contamination, which he felt was a bit off when he first looked down into the well.

Now it seemed that it was indeed so.

Was it that his resistance to the Abyss God's contamination had increased? No.

Had the Abyss God become weaker? Also impossible.

Then there was only one possibility—the Abyss God's mark was not pure.

After learning the story told by the masked ghosts together with the Book Boy earlier,

Wu Wang also guessed that this place might not be the Yang Realm's Opera God Righteous Garden.

As the Abyss God's mark in the Yin Realm, perhaps what was recorded was only the reflection in the water.

The true mark was still left in the Yang Realm.

Casually raising his gun to blow his head off and reviving to restore his body,

Wu Wang then looked at the withered bones at the bottom of the well.

He fell into deep thought.

The hairpin that he had tightly grasped and dropped into the well was now clutched by the withered bones.

It just sat at the bottom of the well, looking at Wu Wang.

Without any signs of resurrection or any other strange phenomena occurring.

"But your existence is a big problem."

"Why aren't you the Old Troupe Leader's bones? You are—"

"Lou Yu, right?"

Wu Wang wasn't a coroner, but he was more familiar with corpses than a coroner.

No one understands death better than me!

With just one glance, he could tell that these were the bones of a woman, not a man.

But if that were the case, it would overturn the previous guess about the Yin Realm.

However, only that Yin Realm guess could explain the existence of the zombie Prince and the Troupe Leader's immortality.

Moreover, Lou Yu wasn't dead at all! Where did these bones come from?

"Oh… wait, there are still doubts."

"What was the deal with Yu Ji in the dilapidated opera house, and how could the Prince and Yu Ji's relationship be so close?"

"Who exactly is the evil in this instance?"

Wu Wang met the empty gaze of the bones.

As if trying to see some answer from them.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

Hey! The Idea King makes a comeback!

He leaped out of the well in a few steps.

At this time, the masked ghosts had long since gone somewhere else to prepare the opera.

He hummed an unknown little tune and began to walk out of the Nuo Opera Garden.

When he walked to the arched gate,

Wu Wang specially looked up to observe it.

Indeed, there were many yellow talismans that looked so old that the incantations were illegible pasted on the inside.

Beside the artificial mountain pond,

the long-haired female ghost was still sitting there in a daze.

Watching Wu Wang walk towards her step by step.

The long-haired female ghost was shocked.

"Impossible! Why haven't you become a sacrifice for those masks?"

"Wait… the smell on you…"

"!!!!!!"

"I… I'm warning you, don't come over here! I will really eat you, don't come over here!"

Her voice became more and more miserable.

Although Wu Wang didn't know what she smelled,

he knew that this long-haired female ghost saw more than those masked ghosts.

She appeared in the Opera God Righteous Garden earlier.

The most important thing was—she could talk!

This was the best audience!

"Tell me, what is your dream?"

Wu Wang found a chair from the long-abandoned auditorium of the Nuo Opera Garden and brought it over.

Sitting on it, he used his legs to push it, simulating a rotating chair.

He said with a smile, "Hey, no injections, no medicine, just sitting here and chatting with you."

"I say, this is called talk therapy."

"Let's chat about some adult topics."