Chapter 58 National feud is the most difficult to eliminate!
Time passed by minute by minute.
Many members of the troupe were looking at the room where Su Xianjun was, wondering if they were expecting Su Xianjun to perform for these Dongyi bandits and save the lives of the people in the city.
But no matter how much Yang Xinyan tried to persuade him, Su Xianjun remained indifferent.
At this moment, the small door next to it opened, and the scholar came to the backstage of the theater.
Everyone became nervous instantly.
However, the scholar turned aside and let Wang Jinghui out behind him.
"Mr. Wang, please."
Wang Jinghui's face was pale at this time, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. His left hand was froze in front of him and trembling slightly. His little finger was wrapped in a white cloth with blood stains on it.
Everyone in the background looked over with surprise on their faces. Wang Jinghui didn't seem to dare to look directly at everyone. He came to Su Xianjun's door, knocked gently, announced his identity and walked in.
The scholar's eyes scanned the people in the background, and everyone quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
The scholar couldn't help laughing, he found a seat and sat down, waiting for Wang Jinghui.
Zhao Haiping almost wanted to run over and kick him directly.
The villain succeeds!
Sure enough, no dynasty is short of such traitors.
Obviously, this scholar is somewhat psychopathic. The reason why he took refuge with the Dongyi bandits was because he had been depressed all his life and felt that the Dasheng Dynasty had wronged him, so he decided to turn to the bandits and become a master.
Now that he has led the bandits into the county town, it is obvious that just burning, killing and looting cannot satisfy him. He also has to listen to the best music and enjoy it like a master.
After being scolded by Wang Jinghui, the scholar locked Wang Jinghui in a dungeon and had to break one of his fingers every hour to make Wang Jinghui, a well-known talent, become like himself.
Zhao Haiping originally had high expectations for Wang Jinghui, but less than an hour later, he gave in after a finger was broken?
Although it does hurt to tap my fingers, but...
Thinking about the players' experience in the Scribes dungeon and thinking about Yang Yan's deeds in history, this gap is a bit too big.
In fact, if Zhao Haiping suddenly rose up at this time, the probability of successfully killing the scholar was very high, but that would be meaningless.
Zhao Haiping kept telling himself that this was just a trial illusion, everything in history had already happened, and what he saw at this time was just a bunch of virtual data.
What's more, it's impossible to clear the level directly by killing this loser.
After a while, Wang Jinghui walked out of Su Xianjun's room, with a blush of shame on his pale face, probably because he had been scolded badly.
But what no one expected was that Wang Jinghui came to the scholar and said, "Boss Su agreed."
The scholar raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face: "Oh? Boss Su agreed?"
Wang Jinghui nodded: "Yes, but he said he would not sing "Farewell My Concubine" or sing it with Boss Yang.
"Boss Su said... he doesn't want to be associated with us."
The scholar couldn't help but sneer, but he nodded: "It doesn't matter, Boss Su is also good at singing "The Peach Blossom Fan". As long as Boss Su is willing to open his mouth, everything else can be done according to his wishes.
"Then I'm going to tell the general the good news. The backstage is completely left to you. Boss Su, please hurry up and prepare. I'll wait for the good news."
After the scholar finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the front desk of the theater.
Everyone in the background looked at each other with different expressions.
Some people were puzzled as to why Su Xianjun was resolute before but was now persuaded by Wang Jinghui; others glared at Wang Jinghui, seemingly unable to understand why even he had given in to the bandits.
Wang Jinghui's face looked a little ugly and he didn't dare to look at anyone.
After a while, Su Xianjun's door opened. At this time, he had put on his makeup again and changed his appearance.
He was handsome, and because he had been singing female roles since he was a child, he still had some feminine features in his movements, but his expression at this time was one of determination and loss.
Su Xianjun looked at Wang Jinghui and then at Yang Xinyan.
"There is a secret door in the background. Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death can get out."
It was almost midnight, and the thieves were all drinking heavily at the front desk, waiting to listen to Su Xianjun singing. This was obviously the most relaxing time.
Yang Xinyan seemed to have something else to say: "Xianjun..."
Su Xianjun glared at him: "Get out!"
Yang Xinyan said nothing more and walked towards the secret door backstage with his head lowered.
Wang Jinghui also turned pale. He looked at Su Xianjun, but maybe he saw Yang Xinyan being scolded, so he didn't speak in the end and left with Yang Xinyan.
The rest of the theater troupe also followed one after another, and they were less than halfway gone.
Everyone knows that staying in the theater at this time is very risky.
Those Dongyi bandits may go on a killing spree at any time, so of course they should run as far away as possible at this time, as there is still hope of survival.
But more than half of the troupe members still stayed.
Zhao Haiping was also in a dilemma at this time. Obviously leaving or not leaving would open up two different routes.
"Only Su Xianjun seems to know that there is a secret door in the theater? Why didn't they leave at first? Is it because the target was too obvious at the beginning, and they would be caught even if they left? Or is it because Su Xianjun stayed because he had other reasons?
Intend?
"Leaving the theater is not necessarily an escape route, there may be other developments...
"Forget it, let's stay and find out what happened in the theater."
After Zhao Haiping struggled for a while, he finally decided to stay.
When everyone was almost gone, Su Xianjun looked at the people who decided to stay.
Through the light, he seemed to want to see everyone's faces clearly. Sure enough, these people who stayed behind were all people he knew well and trusted very much.
Including the troupe members played by Zhao Haiping, the same is obviously true.
After a while, Su Xianjun said: "Since everyone is willing to stay, I think they are determined to die.
"Although we are actors and actresses who are looked down upon by many people, we should also understand what the justice of our family and country means.
"I have made an agreement with Mr. Wang. After he leaves, we will gather the local heroes, go to the warehouse to get kerosene, and burn the entire theater to the ground. But in order to make the thieves not suspicious, the play still has to be sung.
"Please just ask everyone to accompany me and finish singing this last play together."
Everyone had a look of sadness on their faces, but no one left. Instead, they all nodded and said, "Yes, Boss Su!"
Zhao Haiping couldn't help but be surprised that there was such a development?
This copy is indeed inextricably linked to the theater!
It is indeed the right thing to stay!
Zhao Haiping had confirmed the strength of these Dongyi bandits before, and he knew very well that with just the few people they had now, there was no chance of winning.
The only way he could think of was to re-gather the village warriors and find a group of young men from the county. At least three to four hundred people would be needed to catch all these bandits.
But he now knows too little information about the entire copy. Even if he leaves the theater, he has no idea where to find people.
And now, Su Xianjun provided him with a new solution, which was to use fire!
It was already late at night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and these thieves were too drunk and well-fed to be on guard. If we could distract their attention through singing and light a fire, there might be hope.
Could it be said that this is the correct solution to this copy?
But...is it too smooth?
After all, he hasn't even unlocked a special identity yet, and the role he played in this dungeon is not to say zero, but it's not much higher than zero.
Is it possible to pass the level by not doing anything, just letting things take their own course and watching the characters perform?
That's obviously not what this game is about.
But Zhao Haiping couldn't think of any other way for the time being, so he could only start preparations with other troupe members.
Since less than half of the entire troupe had left, Zhao Haiping also had to be responsible for the accompaniment. Fortunately, he had acquired the talent of mastering opera in advance, so he would not be blinded in the battle.
Soon, the curtain slowly opened.
The Dongyi bandits in the audience were already drunk. When they saw Su Xianjun on stage, they all laughed and cheered.
The scholar also drank a lot of wine and looked at Su Xianjun on the stage with satisfaction, but he was a little annoyed by these thieves who had no experience in the world and were rude.
Su Xianjun opened his mouth to sing the lyrics, and the lingering sound lingered.
"In the Southern Dynasties, I have seen the ancient country, read the romantic old cases, the lights and windows in the pavilion of the flower house are late, and I have vomited endless efforts. I play the piano against the wall every day, and I appreciate the friends. This time..."
The bandits who were a little noisy at first also became quiet, and only the lyrics of the song were melodious and melodious in the theater, with an endless aftertaste.
Su Xianjun is worthy of being a famous actor. Even if he is alone on the stage, he can make people mesmerized.
Zhao Haiping originally didn't understand opera at all, but this time he had the talent of being proficient in opera, so he listened with rapt attention.
Of course, despite listening, he never immersed himself in it. Instead, he paid attention to the situation outside the theater from time to time.
When to light the fire?
He instinctively felt that even if a fire broke out, it would be difficult to burn all these bandits to death. But as long as the place fell into chaos, he might be able to kill a few more bandits while they were drunk.
Especially that vagabond, we must find a way to kill him and avenge him with one stone!
Of course, he didn't dare to show it too obviously, because he knew that the vagabond's intuition was simply terrible, and he was afraid that any abnormality would arouse his doubts and result in failure.
Zhao Haiping also admired Su Xianjun even more.
He is clearly determined to die, but he can be so calm and composed on stage, and his singing is still at the same high level as before. If a person like this comes to play "Dark Sand", he will probably become a top player without much practice.
While singing, Su Xianjun's singing suddenly changed.
"...Private hatred can be forgiven, but national hatred is the most difficult to eliminate!"
When this line was sung, the other thieves didn't react at all and were still very immersed in listening to it, but the scholar suddenly became alert and his color suddenly changed.
Because he heard that this sentence was different from the original text of the libretto!
The original text should be "National hatred can be forgiven, but personal hatred is the most difficult to eliminate." But with Su Xianjun's change, the meaning completely changed!
Zhao Haiping also felt his blood boiling. According to the previous agreement, a fire would break out immediately outside the theater at this time, leaving all these thieves to die!
"ignition!"
Su Xianjun's voice echoed in the theater, so powerful that it could be heard clearly even outside the theater.
The Dongyi bandits in the audience also changed their expressions instantly and stood up suddenly.
However, nothing happened.
Su Xianjun on the stage was also stunned, obviously he didn't understand what was going on.
Seeing the Dongyi bandits in the audience drawing their swords one after another, Zhao Haiping couldn't help but his face darkened.
"Your uncle!"
The last attempt to seize the sword from a Dongyi bandit failed, and he died.
