Chapter 261 Woman

As if to show the intensity of the battlefield, the red-faced general jumped directly onto the table with only three legs when surrounded by several soldiers, and stepped on the edge to spin continuously.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang~" Accompanied by the music, this rotation lasted for several minutes, and he was still standing on a three-legged table. The skill was really impressive.

The scene on the stage even made Li Huowang open his eyes in surprise, "Are the requirements for singing in big dramas in Liang Guo so high?"

"Qiang~Qiang~Tai~" The general with flags on the stage did a backflip. Land firmly.

As the soldiers around him fell to the ground in unison, the general put on a posture and made a sudden appearance. Suddenly, the audience cheered and applauded continuously.

The applause also included Li Huowang's. He realized that he had thought wrong. He really didn't expect that there was such a big difference between the opera singer and the opera singer.

Even a person like him, who doesn't know much about drama, can see the excitement in it.

Just when Li Huowang was watching in rapt attention, the general's body on the stage was fixed, and the two long pheasant tail feathers on his head began to vibrate at a high frequency as he shook his head. "Huh~? Who is coming~?"

As soon as the general finished speaking, the lantern on the stage was instantly extinguished, and everything around him became pitch black.

Just when a trace of doubt arose in Li Huowang's heart, the lantern suddenly turned on, but this time the light inside the lantern was no longer red, but turned into a strange green.

Just now, there was only one general on the stage, but another person suddenly appeared.

It was a woman carrying someone else on her back. The long water sleeves on his hands were shaking like a waterfall.

The music stopped without knowing when, and the only sound on the stage was some kind of breathing that was getting heavier and heavier.

"Hey." A creepy whisper suddenly sounded in Li Huowang's ears, and the hairs all over his body stood up instantly.

"What the hell! Can this place be quiet anymore?" Li Huowang, whose expression was instantly ferocious, held a sword in one hand, stepped on the tiles under him, and was about to rush to the stage.

At this time, Bai Lingmiao hugged him tightly with both hands and shouted anxiously: "Brother Li, that's fake! That's an act!"

"Fake??" Li Huowang looked hesitantly as the general on the stage stepped on the square step and walked around the woman with a back face warily.

Suddenly, the woman suddenly turned her head and raised two bronze mirrors on both sides of the stage. The bright candlelight reflected from the bronze mirrors instantly hit the woman's face without features.

This terrifying scene instantly frightened everyone present, and many children were so frightened that they cried.

Li Huowang, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. This was indeed a fake. With his keen vision, Li Huowang could see that this head was simply a prop, and her own head was shrinking in her clothes at the moment.

Li Huowang slowly took his hand away from the sword and sat down on the roof again, "Are all of you Daliang opera singers having such a good time? How can the opera also add elements of horror?"

"Senior Brother Li, what is the element of terror? This play has always been sung like this. It has been sung for more than a hundred years. According to legend, General Yue encountered this thing on the battlefield."

Looking at the dark and terrifying stage in the distance, Li Huowang felt that if this was true, it must have been much more tragic and terrifying back then.

At this moment, Li Huowang saw the general on the stage swung his mace and easily chopped off the woman's head. The woman fell straight towards the table as if she was really dead.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the woman fell down, a man with a dark face and two copper coins stuck to his cheeks walked onto the stage with his head raised and swinging next to him.

"Uhahahaha~~~"

The fangs spit in and out of his mouth in a spiral shape, accompanied by the harsh sound of gongs, and little sparks sprayed out from his mouth, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

"Haha." Bai Lingmiao heard Li Huowang's laughter and turned to look at him in the darkness with some confusion, "Brother Li, why are you laughing? Isn't this show good-looking?"

"It's beautiful. I'm not laughing at the opera singers on the stage, but at the leader Lu. His calculations are wrong. With his three-legged cat skills, I'm afraid he won't be able to get a penny from Daliang." Li Huowang looked at Lu Zhuangyuan's increasingly stinky face in the distance and said.

"In other words, this Daliang Kingdom is different from other places. Whether it is material enjoyment or spiritual enjoyment, it is much better than other places. It is indeed the most powerful place."

That night, everyone enjoyed watching it, including Li Huowang.

The opera troupe has also collected enough reward money. There is a reason why the other party chose this time to come out to perform, because at this time, there is a good harvest, the landlords have money in their pockets, and they are very generous.

Lu Zhuangyuan came back in despair. At this time, he no longer had the momentum he had before, and his self-esteem that he had been singing for decades was shattered.

Unlike the others who were having a heated discussion, as soon as he entered the house with his two sons, they sat in the corner and said nothing.

"Dad, people can spit sparks from their mouths! How can we compare?" Lu Xiucai broke the calm.

"Why can't we compare? The old student at the end is not as good at singing as me!" Lu Zhuangyuan argued forcefully, holding his neck.

But after he finished speaking, he deflated like a deflated airbag. He could show off his talents, but this could not make up for the strength gap between the troupe.

He stuffed the cigarette rod into his mouth and walked towards Bai Lingmiao, who was spreading the quilt in the corner.

"Hehehe~ That girl Bai, can I ask you something, old man? Look, can Daliang's troupe be able to perform a play like today's play?"

"Yes, and it's not just this one. They can play several kinds. Isn't today's show the most brilliant?"

Lu Zhuangyuan hunched his back deeper and staggered towards his two useless sons.

That night, Lu Zhuangyuan didn't sleep much all night, tossing and turning thinking about things, "If the stage for the Lu family class can't be set up, then won't I be a freeloader again?"

However, he was not the only one who slept that night. When the chickens crowed in the village, Lu Xiucai, who had gotten up early, saw the dog boy with a mean smile on his face emerging from a small forest with his arms around Hong'er. .

The two of them were leaning together passionately, laughing and talking to each other.

When Gou Wa saw Lu Xiucai fetching water from the well, his eyes suddenly lit up. After he put Hong'er away, he leaned towards him with a proud face.

"Hehehe~ Boy, do you know what I did last night? Hehehe~"

Without saying a word, Lu Xiucai walked towards the house with the water in the bucket, but Gouwa refused to let him go and kept talking around him.

"Hey~ what a taste, oh~ what a taste~ hehehehe~"

That look, coupled with the dog-child's sly eyebrows and rat-like eyes, makes her look as vulgar as possible.