Demon Lord 3

After listening to the old man, we decided to take a look at the play. Although we knew it was all fake, we had to go. Since we were already here, it would be a pity not to go. Chen Lei also seemed very interested. He often listened to people singing, but not often listened to ghosts singing. Although we all knew that the old man was also a ghost, we didn't say anything. We wanted to enjoy the play silently and then take the next step. A rash attack would make us unable to figure out the enemy's details. Only by letting the enemy take more actions and expose more flaws to us can we achieve a better balance. This degree of light and dark will prevent us from being in the light while others are in the dark. In this case, the chance of a comeback will be greatly reduced.

Wu Luansen had planned everything for us beforehand, and we all knew what we should and shouldn't do. The weather here wasn't too cold, and we'd been traveling from city to city, so we didn't really feel the seasons. Was it summer, winter, autumn, or spring? We couldn't quite remember. Our current understanding was so macroscopic, we often overlooked the tiny details. This wasn't a good thing; it became a weakness. Only by constantly improving ourselves and cultivating ourselves can we one day make up for what we've overlooked. But life is often like this. During periods of career or academic advancement, we often lose important things, like friendships or personal entertainment. While this can lead to career or academic advancement, it's still a loss. Yet, many people still go back and forth to do these things every day.

After walking for a while, we saw a stage being set up over there. The old man said, "So it's the opera! They're here!" We continued walking and found that the seats below were filled with onlookers, men, women, young and old, all kinds of people. Their clothes were indeed different from ours, but the way they looked at us was so stiff, and they didn't question our appearance. I also knew that these people's IQs were generally not high. They might be repeating things that happened in the village before. Such situations are actually easier to deal with. The people the old man had arranged before were not very strong, but at least they were aware of themselves. So why were these people like this? With questions in our minds, we found a row to sit down.

I asked Chen Lei what kind of play we were listening to this time. He smiled and said to me, "This seems to be their own creation. I haven't seen anything like it. It's okay, just listen to it. Maybe it will be better!" I smiled and said, "I might not understand it a little bit. You can help me explain it later." The old man also asked if we wanted to eat or drink. We looked at each other. It had been a long time since we had eaten, but could those things really be eaten? In the end, it was useless to think about it. After all, our mission was to get the antidote, solve the case, and then send these ghosts away. If we were poisoned by these foods, not only would we not be able to save Yin Yiyao, but we would also have wasted our time. Even if someone from my family came to help, I would still want to save my face. On the day I went to work, I promised my family that I would never do this. Otherwise, how would I carry myself at home?

We rested for a moment, and then the show began. The old man in the front row turned around and asked if we really didn't want any food. At this point, I tensed again. Lin Zhenfei, perhaps finding his tone annoying and asking knowing questions, seemed to be teasing us. He raised his hand and produced a jug of wine, which I knew was in my schoolbag. The old man said, "Oh, so you brought some drinks." Lin Zhenfei smiled and asked, "Can you drink? Not many of us here can. Will you join me for a couple of drinks later?" The old man smiled and nodded, saying, "No problem, I won't leave until I'm drunk." The stage was singing, but I couldn't understand either what I was hearing or what I was watching. Chen Lei's emotions were slowly absorbing the performance, and he was also gesturing in the audience, sometimes gritting his teeth when he was moved, sometimes sighing, as if he understood everything. I asked him what he was talking about. He said it was all about the village's past, how the village came to be, how the ancient tombs came to be, and how they were covered over as cemeteries.