"Uh... no, I mean, do you want to borrow another costume?"
Zhishan looked at her with a smile on his face. Just when she thought he was about to agree, he opened his thin lips and uttered two words: "I won't go."
Then, he reached out and grabbed Hua Weiluo's wrist, peeled off her night clothes in one swift move, and then put the old scalper's costume on Hua Weiluo without saying a word.
Zhizhen and Zhimei turned their backs in perfect agreement, unable to bear to look directly at this cruel scene.
"Okay, let's go." Zhishan, wearing the clothes of the Jade Emperor, held the old scalper's hand, followed by the Cowherd Zhizhen and the Weaver Girl Zhimei, and walked out of the tunnel gracefully.
The exit of the tunnel was behind a hidden big tree. It was the time when people were passing through the courtyard, and no one noticed these people for a while.
Zhishan stood at the edge of the yard and looked around with a pair of deep black eyes. Unexpectedly, they walked along the tunnel from the southern suburbs of Huizhou City for half an hour and actually walked back to Huizhou City.
Could it be that this theater is also a hiding place for the Chaofeng Gang?
Hua Weiluo reluctantly wore the old scalper's clothes and looked up at the wing room on the second floor behind them. He suddenly stiffened and hurriedly tugged on Zhishan's sleeves and pointed at a figure at the window on the second floor. The voice
He said tremblingly: "Junior brother, look quickly...it's Junior Brother Zhifang..."
Zhishan looked along the fingers of the flowers that had not yet fallen. Sure enough, in the wing room on the second floor directly in front of the stage, there was a figure standing with his back to them. With that conspicuous white robe and that familiar figure, he should be Zhishan.
Fang is right.
"He is actually still alive??" Zhishan's eyes were filled with incredible light.
"Let's go up and have a look." Hua Weiluo grabbed Zhishan's sleeve and planned to run towards the stairs.
"How can you enter our theater without watching a show??" A sinister voice suddenly sounded on the stage not far from them, "What's more, several distinguished guests are wearing the costumes of our theater troupe.
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Hua Weiluo was startled and turned to look in the direction of the stage.
I saw a thin man squatting on the stage. He had a mustache and a sharp mouth, looking at them maliciously.
The man was wearing a goose-yellow robe and had ugly makeup on his face, which looked really funny.
"You are..." Hua Weiluo frowned slightly, looked at him and hesitated.
"Hmph, our seven heroes of the Huang family were killed and injured by you. Today I am here to take revenge on you." The man smiled sinisterly and said: "I am Huang Er, the second oldest. Last time
When you went to Phoenix Villa, I happened to be on a mission, otherwise, I wouldn't have let you be so arrogant."
His voice paused, and then continued: "Brothers, surround them."
Hua Weiluo was startled when she saw that the guests who had been passing by in a stream just now suddenly showed fierce expressions and surrounded them one by one.
"Everyone in this theater is pretending?" Zhizhen asked him in a deep voice.
"You just found out now?" Huang Erpi looked at them with a smile, and continued: "This entire theater is full of our people. Each of these people has special skills, which are not the skills of the three-legged cats of the slaves of Phoenix Villa.
