Luo Qing's eyes were very innocent (—): "No, if you hadn't pulled me out, I wouldn't have gone to explore the theater."
Xiaoyu squinted at him and slowly came closer. When their faces were less than thirty centimeters apart, Xiaoyu said faintly: "I believe you for the time being, but remember, remember to knock on the door next time you enter my room!" p>
Luo Qing continued to look at her with innocent eyes (—): "I really knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it."
Xiaoyu stared at his clear eyes that vaguely revealed stupidity, gritted her teeth and said: "Then let's hit the key points."
"Okay, remember." Luo Qing nodded repeatedly and promised.
Xiaoyu nodded with satisfaction. She straightened up again and looked at the corridor behind her and asked, "Do you know what they look like? Let's go tell Uncle Long!"
"What's the use of telling Uncle Long now? They haven't stolen it yet." Luo Qing asked in a low voice.
Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly lit up, she glanced at Luo Qing approvingly, and said in a low voice: "Not bad, I have made progress, then remember their appearance, follow them at night, and catch them!"
Luo Qing nodded repeatedly: "Well, that's it, let's go back."
He is still thinking about his father's dark history. Such a huge contrast is much more interesting than catching a thief.
Xiaoyu was speechless: "Why are you going back? Didn't you listen to what Dad said? This theater has magic, but we haven't found it yet."
Luo Qing was helpless: "Wait for me."
He thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and a black hole appeared in front of him. Luo Qing put his hand in and took it out. When he retracted his hand, there was already a small box.
Xiaoyu looked at Luo Qing's hand curiously: "What is this?"
"Every theater has its own secrets, and ghost eyes can easily see such secrets." Luo Qing opened the box as he spoke, and a faint scent of osmanthus appeared.
Luo Qing stretched out a finger and touched it, then poked his finger towards the wall. Under Xiaoyu's shocked eyes, Luo Qing's finger slowly integrated into the wall.
Just inserted it right in!
"This, this, this, how is this done? How cool!" Xiaoyu said a little incoherently: "I guess the material of this thing must be osmanthus."
Luo Qing smiled and handed the thing to Xiaoyu, and explained: "I took it from the room of the two people who just spoke. This thing is called wall-penetrating paint. You only need to apply it on your face and hands, and the effect will spread all over your body." "Cool!" Xiaoyu enthusiastically took the palm-sized box and wanted to smear it on her face without hesitation.
But he was stopped by Luo Qing. He took out his mobile phone and showed it to Xiaoyu: "It's eleven o'clock and it's time to eat. This thing can't escape dad's eyes."
"Okay." Xiaoyu was a little disappointed. It was really painful to have fun things but not be able to use them.
She couldn't help but glance at Luo Qing with resentment, and said listlessly: "Then let's go back. I'll go back after dinner and the show. I still have a handiwork that I haven't finished yet."
"Let's go, let's go." A smile appeared on Luo Qing's face. It's not easy. We are finally going back.
He decisively led the way, and the two of them shuttled back and forth and returned to the living room in about five minutes.
But as soon as he entered Luo Qing, he heard words he didn't want to hear.
"Okay, old Haha, the time for reminiscing is over, it's time to eat."
Luo Qing's excitement suddenly disappeared. He had only been out for a while, why was it about to end?
"Let's go, I haven't had a meal at the theater for a long time." Dad stood up with a smile and followed Mr. Wen out.
Chen Long glanced at Xiaoyu and Luo Qing, smiled and said, "Let's go, we can watch the show after dinner."
"Okay~" x2
Chen Long paused, looked at the two equally listless children, shook his head in confusion, turned around and followed his father.
There are a lot of people during the meal. A troupe usually has about twelve people, but Mr. Wen's troupe, perhaps due to magic, has as many as fifteen people.
After a lively meal, there was boring rehearsal and scene arrangement.
Although Luo Qing and Xiaoyu were a little lethargic during this period, they didn't say much. After all, their father was a rare smiling face throughout the whole process, never lost his temper, and even occasionally went to help.
Dad's life is also legendary, even though he is getting more and more powerful now, fighting demons and evil spirits.
But everyone has his own good memories in his heart. Perhaps what he misses most is the days of cheating and skating?
The audience took their seats one after another, and the drums began to sound, constantly arousing the audience's emotions. When the gong sounded, the show began.
"This is a story about a farmer whose beautiful daughter is the apple of his eye"
Seeing Xiaoyu's listlessness, Dad began to explain in a low voice.
Luo Qing didn't know why, but the originally boring drama felt particularly interesting at this moment, and he unconsciously indulged in it.
Dad glanced at Luo Qing with a smile on his face.
Chinese opera has never been just for people to watch. In the distant past, a drama might have saved a village.
Xiaoyu watched the performance on the stage boredly, couldn't help but yawned, and touched her pockets, trying to have some fun.
Originally, she planned to bring a game console, but unfortunately, she forgot about it after being interrupted by Luo Qing, which made her so boring now.
But with the entrance of magic, a person slowly rose from the ground, and Xiaoyu also became a little interested. When the two men pulled out their knives and started a wonderful fight, Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, magic is adding magic."
Kung Fu seems a bit interesting."
A gentle smile appeared on the father's face, and he looked at Tru and Chen Long, who were also energetic. The father gently explained beside Xiaoyu: "The villain you see now is called forbidden, and magic and kung fu
It is the ancient secret of the theater, which cannot be known by any outsider."
As the plot on the stage continued to unfold, the second and third people appeared out of thin air, and Dad's explanation continued: "The evil ban has brought a powerful ghost, and together they are terrorizing the farmer."
"Fake! What are these things?"
Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes shouted very dissatisfied: "I can't understand it at all. Let's find someone who can understand it. I want to watch Miss Pirates!"
The father paused, frowned, glanced at the middle-aged man with some worry, and silently began to look for materials.
Xiaoyu, Chen Long, and Tru also frowned with dissatisfaction, but when they saw the theater staff starting to walk towards the person, they didn't say anything else.
The drama on the field continued as the staff tried to explain something.
"Fake, I said, I don't want to see this, do you understand?" the foreigner shouted loudly.
Another blond young man next to him kept apologizing: "Sorry, everyone, my friend just got raped and is in a bad mood. He also just drank some wine. I will take him away right away, right now!"
As he spoke, he tried to drag the middle-aged man away. Although the others were a little unhappy, they didn't say anything despite the man's serious apology and attitude, and they all moved out of the way.
Touch!
A gunshot suddenly exploded, and the venue was silent for a moment. Even the actors on the stage seemed to pause, but the next moment, they continued to act according to the plot.
The audience was already in a mess.
"I said. Change it!"
The middle-aged man gradually lost control of his emotions. He pointed the gun at the stage and shouted loudly: "You still want me to raise other people's children? I'm going to go to jail now! Now, take out all the money! It's robbery instead!"<
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Touch!
When a bullet hit the actor's foot, the actor on the stage stopped.
"Go away, monsters, go away, go away, go away"
The whispered spell was suppressed in the turbulent crowd. Chen Long, Xiaoyu, and Tru all looked at their father, and the worry in their eyes disappeared.
Just when they were about to see the man suffer misfortune under the magic, Luo Qing stood up angrily. A black hole appeared in front of him, and he decisively reached into it.
The next moment.
A hand appeared on the neck of the middle-aged man who was still clamoring for money, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.
In the surprised eyes of everyone, the middle-aged man took off instantly, was lifted into the air by that hand, and the firearm in his hand also fell to the ground.
There was silence again in the field, and then no one paid attention to the man's struggle, and everyone screamed and fled quickly.
"Luo Qing, what are you doing?" Xiaoyu exclaimed, stood up and looked at Luo Qing, who had pure white eyes, and asked.
Luo Qing paused and slowly turned to look at Xiaoyu. There were heavy emotions in his pure white eyes, as if he had experienced something bad.
"Go away, monsters, go away, go away, go away"
As the father's spell gradually came to an end, a green light instantly enveloped Luo Qing, and the low-pitched spell continued to surround his ears, which also blocked the space loopholes of the small gun.
Touch! Cough cough cough.
The middle-aged man fell from a height of four meters and was hit hard on the steps. He curled up into a ball and kept coughing. His face was full of pain and fear. He wanted to escape, but one of his hands hit the steps because of the impact.
There are some unnatural bends on the top, making it impossible to climb out.
Chen Long and Tru frowned and blocked Xiaoyu decisively, preventing her from looking back.
At this time, the pure whiteness in Luo Qing's eyes gradually disappeared as the sounds of demons and ghosts were about to leave.
He blinked, looked at his surroundings, and asked in confusion: "What happened?"
"Once the play starts, don't interrupt it. Dad didn't expect that man to have a gun. It's okay. Dad says hello to Mr. Wen. Let's go back first." Dad said helplessly, looking at the middle-aged man.
Take one look, shake your head and walk towards the panicked stage, saving another life
Luo Qing was a little confused, ah, isn't this drama meant for low-level evil spirits? Why can he be trapped in it?
After thinking about it carefully, Luo Qing suddenly paused and his eyes gradually brightened.
He remembered a record that in this world drama was something that happened after the age of gods and demons, and gradually turned into art during the Mayan period.
But in the chaotic era before the Maya, drama seemed to be a program that people dedicated to evil spirits?
The reason why it can calm the evil spirits is that they can even leave after listening to the music without killing the villages around the troupe.
And the reason is
Luo Qing frowned and pondered, constantly flipping through a lot of knowledge in his mind, and finally two words appeared: Fengzheng!