Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 51 People in the Play

Lin Yao stood at the door of the wing room, still wearing the nightmare skin.

The woman's tone was gentle, but her authority was unquestionable.

"She waited for me here on purpose?"

Lin Yao closed the door of the wing room with his backhand. The play the woman was talking about should be different from what he saw yesterday.

This old house looks different during the day, but it is a completely different scene in the deep night after dusk falls.

"When you are ready, come with me and wear this."

The woman's voice came again, and the two looked at each other, standing in the Lilac Cottage.

"The show will begin later."

The woman murmured softly, as if she was waiting for her lover's return.

Lin Yao came to her side and they walked out of Lilac Cottage together.

It was still unclear what the situation was like in this old house late at night. He might not be as free following the woman, but it would be safer after all.

Even if the woman took action, Lin Yao still had a chance to fight for his life.

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Lin Yao tilted his head slightly and looked at the woman.

She came back from watching a play last night and happened to see the end of her fight with Nightmare?
However, this is too much of a coincidence.

Lin Yao put his thoughts aside.

The ancient house is brightly lit and magnificent under the night sky.

The two of them walked in the corridor. When they passed by Si Meng's residence, only her place had the lights off.

"Don't look, she won't come out today."

As if she had guessed Lin Yao's thoughts, the woman spoke slowly.

"The woman next to her is your friend, right?"

"Ah."

Lin Yao's voice was low, but he had his own plans in mind.

As the two walked in the corridor, the doors that were closed during the day were now opened one after another.

The owners of the house were nowhere to be found.

The two of them walked in silence all the way to the outer courtyard of the ancient house.

The familiar stage is located there.

under night.

There were many chairs in the empty outer courtyard, but it seemed that the only spectators were the woman and Lin Yao.

"Sit down."

Lin Yao followed the woman through the seats and arrived not far from the stage, just like yesterday.

"Sit down."

Lin Yao was packing up the tea and snacks when he didn't expect the woman to suddenly hold down his hand.

There was a slightly cold feeling on the back of my hand.

Lin Yao followed the woman's wishes and sat on the chair next to her.

The sound of gongs and drums rang out.

The stage curtain was lifted, and this time, it was no longer the big jar. The actors came out one after another and came onto the stage.

They got into position, and as gongs and drums sounded, the humming and humming of opera music continued to echo.

The feeling of drowsiness once again flooded into Lin Yao's mind.

"Is it because of this opera?"

Lin Yao adjusted her breathing, and the embroidery thread gradually spread to the blue edge of her arm, and then gradually tightened.

The intense pain made his body tremble slightly involuntarily.

Only in this way can Lin Yao keep himself awake.

The woman sitting next to him took a sip of the tea in the cup and suddenly frowned.

"The smell of blood really ruins the taste."

She put the teacup back on the table and quietly put away the embroidery thread on Lin Yao's arm.

The meaning of the woman's words was obvious: there could be no blood here.

"Miss, I want to go out and get some fresh air."

With no other options, Lin Yao had to make an excuse to leave.

The opera on the stage has reached its climax.

The bride killed her groom with her own hands. She held the body of her beloved husband and looked around with a dull look.

The originally kind villagers looked at her with ferocious eyes.

They gradually approached the bride.

Low laughter and whispers kept ringing in Lin Yao's ears.

He sat in the audience and tapped his forehead with his hand.

That damn drowsy feeling made Lin Yao feel more and more uncomfortable as he watched the opera on the stage.

I even had the urge to rush onto the stage and kill them.

"If you can get out, it's up to you." The woman didn't even look at Lin Yao, her eyes fixed on the music on the stage.

He glanced at the stage again.

People had already gathered around the bride, and the women were cursing one after another.

"You bastard, you killed your own husband, how dare you live in this world!"

"Husbands sing and wives follow. If your husband dies, you must be buried with him!"

The bride held the knife in her hand and kept retreating towards the corner.

Those men grinned fiercely, with strange lights flashing in their eyes.

Lin Yao stood up, but suddenly his steps staggered and he almost fell to the ground.

He supported himself on the tea table beside him, his chest rising and falling as he controlled his breathing.

The woman simply held the teacup in her hand, her slender palm holding the cup of tea, and looked at the stage silently.

Lin Yao turned around, but his footsteps stopped in mid-air.
The originally empty seats behind the two of them were now filled with audiences.

They all have different shapes and sizes, the only thing they have in common is that they all wear masks.

A chill rushed from the soles of Lin Yao's feet to his head.

There was a person sitting in front of him.

Xiaoqing was wearing a white wedding dress and sitting behind him with a blank look in her eyes.

"When?"

Lin Yao felt a tingling sensation in his mind, a pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

He looked at Xiaoqing in front of him, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a familiar sense of grief.

Lin Yao pushed the chair away and stumbled to Xiaoqing.

Under the nightmare's skin, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was crazy.

Xiaoqing's eyes were still empty, and two ceramic doll cups were placed on the chairs on both sides of her.

One male and one female.

They held a red rope in their hands, and the other end was wrapped around Xiaoqing's wrist.

"Xiao Qing?"

After Lin Yao said this, he slowly squatted down with his head in his hands, and many broken memories appeared in his mind.

"I was only 28 years old, and I stayed alone in bed with my lover, but I never thought that he would win the top prize and marry the princess of the imperial court. Sigh, today, we will die together."

The sad voice spread throughout the outer courtyard, and the bride on the stage was sobbing and telling her past.

Lin Yao fell to the ground in pain, and Yan's skin had already been torn to pieces by him.

He covered his face with his hands and looked at the sky through his fingers.

Every word the woman sang was like a knife, constantly stirring in his mind.

On stage.

The woman plunged the blade into her own heart.

She fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

Under the cold gazes of the villagers, she continued to crawl towards her ideal husband whom she had killed with her own hands.

Deep blood marks were left under the bright red wedding skirt.

"No."

Lin Yao spoke in a hoarse voice.

He looked up at Xiaoqing.