Creation Color Master

In a small courtyard, white banners were hung everywhere. The mourning hall for the deceased was set up in the courtyard, and the stage was built outside the door, separated from the mourning hall by only one door.

It was still early and not yet time to start singing. Chen Gong was directing the actors to pack up like a housekeeper, and Chu Mo also had some free time.

At this time, Chen Lei came running over breathlessly and said, "Boss, boss, you must have made a mistake. I didn't call so many people."

Chu Mo looked at the honest and filial man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little closer to him.

You know, it has been five years since the death of my father. Since theater is a low-class profession, no one is willing to embark on this path.

The poor are busy struggling to make ends meet every day, while those who have the means are scrambling to pursue popular spiritual practices such as Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism.

Chu Mo even heard from Wang Hong that in the entire Liufeng County, there was only the Chu Mo family, and they were a family that inherited the opera family. Otherwise, there would probably be no cultivators from the opera family in the entire Liufeng County, and even liking to listen to opera would become a luxury.

Thinking back on the past scenes, it is really sad.

Seeing Chen Lei's anxious expression, Chu Mo said, "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong. It's free, it is free. It's just because this is my first performance outside, I want to show off my skills and make a name for myself, so I invited more people."

Chen Lei looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and said, "That's good, that's good, thank you very much, boss."

Chu Mo smiled and waved his hand.

It was not convenient for Chen Lei to bother him as he had a lot of things to do, so he came and left in a hurry.

At this time, an old man, supported by the villagers, walked towards Chu Mo.

Looking at the people coming towards him, Chu Mo quickly clasped his fists and said, "Greetings, elder, and greetings to all of you."

The old man came to Chu Mo tremblingly with a cane, looking Chu Mo up and down with his cloudy eyes.

One of the villagers said, "Boss, this is our old village chief. He heard that there was an opera in the village, so he had to come and see it."

Chu Mo smiled and could feel the simplicity and kindness of the villagers.

At this time, the old man stepped forward and held Chu Mo's hands, saying: "I heard that you are from Yong'an Town, but you are a boy from the Chu Feng family."

Chu Mo was surprised. This was the first time he heard someone mention the name of his father. While feeling the force coming from his hand, he said, "The elder actually knows my father's name. You know my father."

Hearing this, the old man laughed heartily and said, "Haha, you really are the kid of the Chu family. You've grown up so much in five years. You're no longer the kid who used to hide behind Chu Feng."

Chu Mo understood this in his heart, because he had been taught opera by his father since he was a child, and his father even often took him with him when he performed outside.

I have been to Hongliu Village many times as far as I can remember, so it is not surprising that the village chief here knows me.

As if he was expressing his feelings of meeting an old friend, the old village chief continued, "It has been five years. When I first learned that your father had passed away, I was also deeply saddened. Your father and I met because of opera, so we can be called close friends regardless of age. After all these years, I thought I would never hear opera again until I died. I didn't expect that your Chu family's inheritance has not been broken. Chu Feng will have no regrets if he knows about this in the afterlife."

The group talked as they walked, and soon arrived in front of the stage. Chu Mo quickly gestured to the old village chief to take a seat, but he felt very conflicted.

Because when he traveled through time, his previous incarnation's father had been dead for about two years, and his previous incarnation had no ability to investigate the cause of his father's death, so Chu Mo now has no idea how his nominal father died.

After some hesitation, Chu Mo finally asked the question in his mind, "Elder, I wonder if you know the cause of my father's death. I have been searching for many years but have not found anything."

The old village chief seemed to have expected this and said softly, "Alas, I know very little about your father's death. I tried to investigate the matter back then, but I only know that someone seemed to have targeted your property and plotted to kill your father."

Chu Mo was stunned when he heard this. He felt that this matter would not be that simple. If the other party was only interested in the theater's property, his predecessor would probably not live that long.

Although he gained very little, Chu Mo still thanked the old village chief.

The old village chief stroked his beard and said in a loud voice: "As far as I know, your father has a close friend, nicknamed Gua Dao Ren. If you want to know the truth of that year, I'm afraid you can only find him."

Chu Mo couldn't help but ask, "Does the elder know where this Taoist master is now?"

The old village chief said with a serious face: "What a coincidence, since your father passed away unexpectedly, this fortune teller has never shown up again."

Chu Mo was stunned when he heard this. Doesn't that mean all the clues are lost? Then how should we investigate what happened back then?

The old village chief seemed to see what Chu Mo was thinking, and advised: "Chu boy, you can't force what happened in the past, and you shouldn't be too serious about it. Now concentrate on cultivation. Now cultivation is the foundation that determines everything."

Chu Mo had never met his nominal father, so naturally he had no feelings for him. He just occupied this body and had to bear all the consequences of this body. If the murderer was really found, he would naturally take revenge.

But since there was no clue at all, Chu Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, elder. I have let go of everything since I planned to reopen the theater."

The old village chief nodded and continued chatting with Chu Mo about family matters.

In Qinghe Village, not far from Hongliu Village, there is a dilapidated house with overgrown weeds and fallen leaves all over the ground. Rats can be seen playing among the ruins from time to time. The house looks very desolate and miserable.

At this time, a shadow puppet was moving around the courtyard very easily. The little shadow puppet turned around as if searching for something, and finally floated towards a side room.

Shortly after the shadow puppet left, a white-haired mouse emerged from the grass, its pair of dark eyes staring in the direction the shadow puppet had left.

On the beam of the room, a middle-aged man with shifty eyes and a pair of large front teeth was lying leisurely, chewing a chicken bone in his mouth.

The shadow puppet jumped onto the beam, handed the note to the man, and left without looking back.

The middle-aged man who took the note sat up, stretched and said, "It looks like another mission has come. I really don't understand what the boss is doing." Then he opened the note.

After reading the contents of the note, the man couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Hahaha, this is really funny. I killed him five years ago, and five years later his son followed his old path. I just don't know if his son has as much backbone as him."

"Interesting, interesting. Such an interesting thing, I will naturally take my babies to watch it. I hope that boy will not let me down."

As he said this, he jumped down from the beam, untied a cloth bag from his waist and threw it casually on the ground.

Not long after, rustling sounds were heard from all directions, and soon countless mice were seen rushing into the area. The cloth bag was like a bottomless pit, sucking all the mice into it.

In Hongliu Village, the opera had already begun. The gorgeous and colorful costumes, coupled with the precise movements and graceful singing, quickly attracted the attention of everyone present.

All you hear is the sound coming from the stage, which is sad, resentful, longing, weeping and complaining, making the listeners sad and the hearers cry.

Because this was a happy funeral, Chu Mo Rang sang a ghost play, which is a branch of Ye opera. This play is sung specifically for ghosts to hear, as a respect and comfort to the deceased.

At this time, a figure had quietly sneaked into the village and released dozens of mice to sneak into Hongliu Village.