Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and cast his gaze towards the stage. However, the sinister wind had dissipated without a trace, and Zhang Fan could not catch any trace of the sinister wind.
But Zhang Fan clearly felt two kinds of breath in this dark wind, Yin Qi and Soul Qi.
At this moment, a man walked out from behind the stage. He was walking and singing. Listening to the opera, this man should be Dong Yong, a scholar who sold his body to bury his father.
This was Zhang Fan's first time listening to an opera, so he didn't know how good Dong Yong's singing skills were.
While the actors were singing, he kept paying attention to the direction of the stage, trying to capture the yin and soul energy.
But until all the actors finished singing "The Match of Heaven", Zhang Fan didn't feel the yin energy anymore.
This couldn't help but make Zhang Fan fall into doubt.
Just when Zhang Fan was confused, a young man in his 20s from the troupe came to Zhang Fan with an iron plate full of change.
"All of us in the troupe are grateful to our parents who provide us with food and clothing."
The young man looked at Zhang Fan with a grateful face and smiled.
"Has it been stipulated how much it will cost?"
Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.
"Everything is rewarded."
The young man laughed.
"Can we sing one more song?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Our opera troupe is not a formal troupe, it is just a grass-stage troupe. We do our own jobs during the day, and when we have time at night, we come over to sing a bit and earn some extra money.
Of course, we are all people who love opera, otherwise we wouldn't be able to form this bureau. After all, you can earn more by working part-time than singing here.
Under normal circumstances, we all sing a song and then leave. You like me have nothing to do, but those older than me, some need to go home to take care of their children, and some need to go home to take care of the elderly.
We should come over again tomorrow. Do you think it would be okay for you to come over and listen again at this time tomorrow?"
The young man spoke to Zhang Fan in a consultative tone.
After the other party said this, Zhang Fan couldn't force him anymore, so fortunately he said: "Then I'll come over tomorrow."
After saying this, Zhang Fan took out a wad of hundred-yuan bills, counted 10 of them, and placed them on the iron plate.
Seeing this scene, the young man was a little surprised.
People who listen to operas here usually give a reward of 10 or 20 yuan, and very few people give a reward of 100 yuan. Ever since he started singing here, he has never met anyone who gave a reward of 1,000 yuan at once.
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"Thank you, little sir."
The young man thanked him.
"You're welcome."
Zhang Fan waved his hand indifferently.
There is a reason why Zhang Fan was so generous. The young man said that they should come over tomorrow, but they were not 100% sure that they would come over, and there was a possibility that they would not come over.
Zhang Fan wanted to detect the traces of the sinister wind, so he naturally wanted them to come over tomorrow. He couldn't wait here every day.
Zhang Fan noticed what was going on in the iron plate. If he was like other people, he would only reward some loose change. The young man would not care too much about the half-promise he just made with Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan's reward amount is far more than others, which will inevitably attract the attention of him and his entire team. In this way, the young people will pay attention to the half-promise they just made with Zhang Fan, and the probability of them coming tomorrow will be greatly increased.
After all, they had to take care of Zhang Fan's emotions by offering him a generous reward.
"Then you continue to drink tea, I will go over there to collect the reward money."
The young man looked at Zhang Fan and smiled.
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.
Zhang Fan continued to drink tea and eat dried fruits. Everyone was discussing the quality of the scene. Zhang Fan kept listening to their discussion, which could be regarded as increasing his knowledge of opera.
Zhang Fan drank the last sip of tea and was about to leave when the young people in the theater troupe quickly ran towards Zhang Fan's direction.
"Little sir, wait a minute."
"What's wrong?
Is there a problem?"
Zhang Fan glanced at the young man in confusion.
"I just told our members that you wanted to hear another play. They said that they would fulfill your wish and perform another play for you."
The young man said.
"That's good."
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.
"I wonder what show you want to hear?"
the young man asked.
The young man's words stopped Zhang Fan. As for Huangmei Opera, Zhang Fan only knew about "The Fairy Match". After all, this opera is so famous and has both movies and TV series.
But Zhang Fan didn’t know anything about other dramas.
"Why don't we have a perfect match again?"
Zhang Fandao said, "The actors have also changed their costumes and props."
"That's okay, I'll go tell the actors right away."
After saying that, the young man ran backstage again.
Not long after, the props that had just been removed were put back on the stage. Zhang Fan stared at the stage attentively, his perception permeating the entire stage, feeling every move on the stage.
Suddenly, music sounded, and Zhang Fan became more and more focused.
The last time a dark wind blew was not long after the music started playing.
After about ten seconds, there was only a "whoop" sound, and a dark wind blew again on the stage. In this dark wind, there was still mixed with Yin Qi and Soul Qi, and these two breaths passed by in a flash.
, Zhang Fan watched as two auras entered the background.
The distance between Zhang Fan and the stage is not close. It takes about five or six seconds to run to the stage. Moreover, it will take some time for him to enter the backstage.
The most important thing is that once he uses his true energy, he will not only attract the attention of ordinary people in the teahouse, but also probably disturb the Yinwu in the background. In this way, he will disturb the grass and startle the snake, and the Yinwu may take advantage of him.
Wasting time to escape, in this case, he would not be able to catch the femininity.
This sinister wind will blow up every time the opera starts, so this sinister thing should be hidden in the background.
Zhang Fan plans to go backstage after watching the play to briefly observe the situation backstage, and then make next plans.
The play lasted about half an hour. After the actors left the stage, Zhang Fan walked directly onto the stage and then entered the backstage.
As soon as he arrived backstage, he saw the young man holding an iron plate to collect money, and quickly came up to him, "Sir, what can I do for you?
Normally, guests are not allowed to enter this backstage.”
"I understand this. I came in to meet all the actors and at the same time, give you some benefits."
Zhang Fan smiled.
Hearing Zhang Fan say that he wanted to provide welfare to everyone, the actors not far from Zhang Fan all turned their attention to Zhang Fan.
Although these actors come here to perform not only for money, but also for hobbies, they are still very willing to accept benefits offered by others.
"What……"
The young man wanted to ask about the benefits, but before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan took out a wad of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket.
"Let this young gentleman come in and visit our backstage."
I don’t know who it was that suddenly said such a sentence.