It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Three rouges appeared on Xiao Huai's hands.

He did not forget what the old lady selling props said when he came across the stall.

Her reminder was obvious.

"Take it, use it well, don't waste it. This treasure can block the aura of a person."

There is a reason why things are sold at such a high price.

For so many years, the people in the small town have been unable to go to the Yang Mansion because they carry two completely different auras.

So what if there is something that can hide those energies?

Every player will encounter the God Lady who sells props, but they have never bought this prop.

They don't know that this prop can lead to a brand new ending and a brand new answer.

Xiao Huai opened the rouge and handed it to them.

The actors were stunned for a moment. Although they didn't understand what it meant, they still applied some on their faces.

After everyone had put rouge on their face, the group headed towards Yang's Mansion.

When they walked about fifty meters, everyone was slightly stunned because the rouge on their faces gradually turned into golden light and dissipated.

There is a bright golden light all the way ahead.

Whenever the rouge was about to disappear, Xiao Huai would ask them to add a little more rouge on their faces.

Along the way, the rouge was used up little by little.

They were all stunned.

Because they had already seen the outline of Yang Mansion.

They were finally arriving at a place they had never been to in all these years.

Xiao Huai was like a messenger in the thick fog, guiding everyone's direction.

……

When they arrived at Yang's house, many people didn't know what to say.

Huo Dieyi subconsciously wanted to look for Yang Nanqing, just like a long time ago when she and her brother would come to Yang's house to see him.

None of the grass, trees, or flowers here have changed at all.

how about you?

Will it change?

Huo Dieyi's body was trembling slightly. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Huai who was walking out, and couldn't help calling his name.

"Xiao Huai."

Xiao Huai slowed down his pace and finally stopped to look at Huo Dieyi.

Huo Dieyi smiled sincerely: "Thank you for keeping your promise."

Xiao Huai shook his head lightly.

In a calm voice, he said, "My duty."

After saying this, he came to a well.

Just when he was about to jump, Lu Yuanshi appeared beside him.

"Where do you want to go?"

Xiao Huai didn't answer him directly, but looked at Lu Yuanshi deeply and said, "They are still unfamiliar with the Yang Mansion. Can I ask you for help?"

Lu Yuanshi didn't reply for a moment, but still nodded.

Xiao Huai glanced at the bottom of the well.

What is needed here is a riot, a rebellion, and he will plan it in advance.

When everything is ready, that is the prelude to the end of the game.

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10:58 PM

The auditorium below the stage was filled with actors from Jinlemen, and they had no idea why they had to sit there.

Lu Yuanshi simply told them to wait here.

Huo Dieyi sat in the front row.

Even though she was just as confused as everyone else, her heartbeat began to quicken.

Once upon a time, the stage here was their place of play, and later, Yang Nanqing would occasionally perform for them here.

A drama that belongs only to them.

After she arrived at the Yang Mansion, she tried to look for Yang Nanqing, but she couldn't find him. Yang Nanqing's room was already empty, as if he had never existed.

Lu Yuanshi leaned against the door, his eyes fixed on the well in the distance.

Xiao Huai had been away alone for six hours.

11:00 PM

At a quarter past eleven, the stage suddenly lit up and a figure slowly appeared on the stage.

Under the red gauze, no one could see clearly who the figure was.

But Huo Dieyi recognized her, she gasped in shock and her pupils trembled.

I couldn't help but call out that name:

"Nanqing."

The figure on the stage paused for a second.

The other actors understood who was on the stage.

That person was the former legend of Jinlemen - Yang Nanqing.

Even though only his blurry outline could be seen under the red veil, others were still deeply attracted by his performance.

He was alone, but he had to perform a complete show by himself.

He is acting against an invisible person.

When Huo Dieyi heard him recite a line, tears couldn't stop falling.

He was performing "Mandarin Duck", the song that was ultimately not successfully performed.

Yang Nanqing sang softly on the stage: "Love is deep, but fate is shallow, what can we do?"

Huo Dieyi wiped the tears from her eyes and said to the actors around her, "Do you remember the 'Mandarin Duck' we choreographed? Nanqing is the only one left now. Can you bear to watch him perform alone?"

A faint smile appeared on the actors' faces.

It has been six years, and many actors are no longer with us.

Things are wrong.

But shouldn’t Yang Nanqing be the one who experienced the biggest change?

Even though he is alone and still performing on the stage, why wouldn't others want to go on stage and join him?

Several actors' eyes turned red, and they forced a smile:

"We don't remember the lyrics very well, so don't blame us if we make some messed-up changes later."

"Senior Nanqing, let us perform with you."

"I'm not very good at it, so I'll just be a spectator!"

"I brought musical instruments this time. I'll accompany you."

In an instant, the place became lively.

Yang Nanqing on the stage was completely stunned.

The red gauze automatically dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the stage.

He stood there alone, surrounded by some old acquaintances.

Huo Dieyi looked at Yang Nanqing. There was no light in his eyes, they were all white, and his body also had a translucent tendency.

I almost couldn't hold back my tears again.

She pursed her lips, squeezed her facial features together, and finally stopped the tears from falling.

Huo Dieyi came to Yang Nanqing, took his hand, and recited the next line of the lyrics.

"The dream of mandarin ducks is broken and far away."

The voice was trembling and filled with tears.

Yang Nanqing's body was shaking slightly.

They say the one who stays behind always suffers more.

He didn't know how much time had passed now.

He just knows.

He really missed Huo Lanxu.

This was his only thought.

How great it would be if Huo Lanxu could see his performance...

As the instruments sounded, the performance of "Mandarin Duck" truly began.

Lu Yuanshi watched quietly from the audience.

A faint light appeared in the palm of his hand.

Just glanced to the side.

There was a figure standing next to Lu Yuanshi. His divine power prevented everyone from seeing him. He hid in the shadows, his eyes very red.

Preface by Huo Lan.

Lovers are separated by life and death.

But there is a god lurking within the player, who witnessed everything that happened.

he thinks.

Maybe something needs to be done.

Because that...

Xiao Huai might be happier.