Chapter 652 Stage

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore. Don't leave, my master." Under Luo Juanhua's tug, Lu Juren finally sat on the armchair.

It was a bit crowded for two people to lie on one armchair, but neither of them cared.

"Master, actually, I married you. I don't regret it. You are a bit of a coward, but you have a good heart."

Lu Juren just lay there, listening to his wife opening her heart to him.

"If someone made a fortune, they would definitely look for a little wife, but you won't."

"When Xiu'er was born, your father's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when he saw it was a girl. As a result, you were as happy as a monkey."

Speaking of this, Luo Juanhua suddenly remembered something, and immediately raised her neck, with a hint of cunning on her face.

"Hey, did your father say that after he dies, he will definitely leave this theater to you? For example, paper evidence or something."

"Cough" Lu Juren coughed slightly and turned over. "What's wrong with my dad?"

"Tsk! Why don't you be more careful about this matter? Let me tell you, your brother may not look stupid, but he is actually very smart. Don't let the younger one get all the good things in the end."

Lu Juren suddenly sat up and his expression became a little confused.

"Don't want to run away when you mention this. Without this theater, when we get old, will I go to the street with you to beg for food?"

"No, listen, why don't you sing the drama outside?"

When Luo Juanhua heard this, she immediately listened and found that there was really no singing or opera sound in the theater in front, but there was more noise. "What's going on? Could it be that the acting was messed up?"

"You take Xiu'er, stay here and don't move, I'll take a look."

Lu Juren said as he got down from the rocking chair and walked towards the side door.

However, just when his hand was about to touch the door latch, the entire wooden door was kicked open instantly, and a large group of people wearing white scarves on their heads and black cloths on their shoulders rushed in.

The one who rushed to the front was an old beggar with sores on his face. Lu Juren had seen him at the door of the market.

At this moment, he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, waving it arrogantly, rushing up, and slashing Lu Juren's chest with one strike.

Hearing Lu Juren's cry of pain, the old beggar laughed in relief.

"You rich people who grew up with fine clothes and fine food will also know pain! Do you know what it means to be hungry? You know what it means to be miserable! Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and looked down upon by others?"

"God is unfair, so God will change this day!! Let you also have a taste of what it is like to be poor!!"

Feeling severe pain, Lu Juren looked at the group of people in front of him. He had been cowardly and pushed the old man away, turned around and shouted to Luo Juanhua on the recliner: "Juaner!! Run! !”

After shouting to her, Lu Juren was about to turn around and stop these people, but at this moment, a blacksmith's hammer hit him hard on the head.

Lu Juren, whose bones were destined to be inferior to iron, had his head crushed and his body froze and fell to the ground.

"Master!!!" Luo Juanhua shouted in a broken voice, ignoring the followers of the Dharma religion and rushing towards Lu Juren's body on the ground.

A tall and thick old woman in the crowd rushed up, raised the scissors in her hand, gritted her teeth with hatred in her eyes, and inserted it directly into her neck.

"I let you enjoy happiness! I let you enjoy happiness! It's all a woman's life!! Why can I only endure hardship, and you can enjoy happiness!"

Seeing the light in Luo Juanhua's eyes gradually dimming, the old woman picked up the scissors and walked towards Xiu'er who was crying on the ground.

Just as she was about to take action, the old beggar who had just been pushed by Lu Juren rushed up and picked up Xiu'er.

"What are you going to do! How old is she? Is your heart really full of flesh? You want to attack such a small baby!"

"Step aside!"

"I won't let you!"

While the two were in a stalemate, others rushed into the backyard and started searching.

Seeing this scene, the two people immediately put aside their conflicts and rushed in, fearing that they would be robbed of all the good things if they were too late.

However, after a while, everyone came back to the street with a gloomy look.

Apparently, there isn't much good stuff in the theater's backyard.

"I know where their house is! Come with me!"

After hearing this, everyone walked towards the street in a hurry.

The green-skinned man with dragon tattoos on his arms among the crowd casually set a fire in the theater.

The old beggar walked at the back of the crowd holding the crying Xiu'er.

In the past, he was precarious and his physical strength was not good. He could no longer keep up with a little baby in his arms.

He originally wanted to put Xiu'er down, but after taking a look at the chaotic surroundings, he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard movement in front of him.

"Monster!"

"This is a monster!"

"Don't be afraid! Yu'er has great magical powers, so why are you afraid of just monsters! Let's go up and kill him!!"

Before the old beggar could figure out what was happening, he suddenly saw a cloud of blood mist burst out of the crowd in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, these people fell one by one like rice in the field.

Finally he saw what it was.

It was a red-robed Taoist priest covered in black stripes of flesh.

The Taoist priest wears a copper coin mask on his face, and there are actually two eyes in the pupil of his one eye. In addition, there are bloody sharp weapons hanging on the front of each black strip of flesh. He really looks like a monster.

The moment he saw this thing, the old beggar had no time to do anything else. He just raised the bloody kitchen knife in his hand, turned around and put the child in his arms behind him. The next moment, his whole body burst open. .

Amidst the pouring blood, Li Huowang was slightly startled when he saw the crying Xiu'er.

He didn't expect that he would see someone from the Lu family class in this situation.

Xiu'er, whose face was red from crying, walked to Li Huowang and pulled his hem with one hand, pointing in the direction of the theater.

A tentacle wrapped around Xiu'er. Li Huowang stepped on the tiles and rushed in the direction she pointed.

Not long after, Li Huowang saw the signboard of the Lu Family Troupe Theater.

All the wood that was once inlaid with gold and silver was covered in flames.

Looking at the collapsing floor inside, Li Huowang gritted his teeth and rushed in.

The former stage was also wrapped in flames,

A white-haired old man was standing on the gradually collapsing stage, half-crying, half-laughing and singing the lyrics loudly.

Next to him were the bodies of his son and daughter-in-law.

"A bright moon rises in the east early! I think of my old mother in the high hall! Accompanying the emperor is like a sheep accompanying a tiger. It is difficult to maintain filial piety even when it comes to loyalty. When the stars change, the fight will be over again. I can't sit still and sleep restlessly. Gu County has never failed the people. Gold Medal Why are you teasing me? When the third watch of the Qiao Tower is over, a bright moon shines on the staircase hall!"

Lu Zhuangyuan went crazy.