“So big…”

Looking at the slowly opened theater gate and the wooden buildings that appeared behind the gate, Huang Shang and others were shocked.

Although the theater is already very large from the outside world, it was not until the gate of the theater opened that they realized that there was a different world in the theater.

I saw that when I looked through the gate, the theater was extremely vast. At the same time, the nine wooden buildings with simple styles but different wooden buildings stood in the courtyard, distributed in the nine palaces and radiating bright light, intertwined with each other, forming a huge light cover covering the entire theater.

"Dear guests, welcome to this theater."

Just as Huang Shang and others were observing the scenery in the courtyard, a sinister and sharp voice suddenly sounded, and then a hunched back, wearing black clothes, covered in gullies, looked old, as if an old man who might die at any time appeared in the shadow on the side of the courtyard gate, and then walked towards Huang Shang and others with a stiff body: "This theater is divided into nine floors, and each floor has a good show waiting for the guests to appreciate. Only those who pass the ninth floor can pass."

"No matter how many people there are, you have to cross the ninth floor?"

Huang Shang's eyes were locked on the hunchbacked old man, and fire appeared in his eyes. Then he seemed to see through something, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "If that happens, the more people pass the barrier, wouldn't he take advantage?"

"Of course not."

The hunchbacked old man smiled and said, "Although the theater only has the ninth floor, there are countless good shows contained in each floor. There is a play of one person, and naturally there are also a play of ten thousand people."

Speaking of this, the hunchbacked old man paused slightly, and then continued: "Of course, as the lottery, this theater will provide certain rewards to passers-by every time he passes the first floor. The more difficult it is, the more exciting the show, the higher the corresponding rewards will naturally be."

"I see……"

Hearing the hunchbacked old man's words, a gleam flashed in Huang Shang's eyes and suddenly asked, "By the way, I want to ask something... Do you know where the staff in this amusement park went, or what happened?"

"Sorry, guests, we are slaves of the theater. The theater is our heaven and our land. We don't know anything except the theater."

The hunchbacked old man shook his head slowly and said slowly.

The hunchbacked old man spoke very strangely, as if he always beat him slowly, and it seemed extremely unsmooth.

"That's the case, that's fine."

Huang Shang nodded after hearing this and said, "Then I will ask questions about this theater. You said that this theater is divided into nine floors. Don't you know that the nine floors have their own and special features?"

"Nine buildings, nine kinds of plays, different buildings, and different operas. As for the specific mystery, guests need to appreciate it themselves."

The hunchbacked old man said slowly: "But I can guarantee that the plays in the theater are definitely a unique show and will not disappoint the guest."

"Since that's the case, I'll wait and see."

Seeing that there was nothing to ask from the hunchbacked old man, Huang Shang nodded and then led everyone to the first theater in front.

The old man was still standing there, watching them quietly, and his expressions and movements did not change at all, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

...

"Brother Huang, this old man must know something, why don't you find a way to take him down and ask?"

Following Huang Shang, Zhuge Youlong asked in a low voice.

"It's useless, just a puppet, I can't ask anything."

However, when Huang Shang heard Zhuge Youlong's words, he shook his head and said.

"puppet?!"

When Zhuge Youlong and others were shocked when they heard Huang Shang's words.

They had just observed the old man carefully, but they did not see any flaws. They just felt that this was an old man with good cultivation but not too strong.

But now Huang Shang told him that the old man was a puppet?

"That's right, this old man's disguise is very deep. Even my broken magic flame pupils cannot see through it. If Fa Ji hadn't reminded me secretly, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see through his reality."

Huang Shang nodded and said, "Anyway, be careful, this place... is not simple."

As Huang Shang said, he didn't realize that the old man was a [puppet] just now. It was not until Fa Ji gave a reminder in his body that he vaguely realized something was wrong.

As for how Faji discovered the special thing about this old man, Faji himself couldn't explain it clearly, and he could only say it was a feeling in the dark.

But no matter what, this theater is definitely not simple to be able to make a puppet so realistic!

...

In this way, under Huang Shang's reminder, everyone was also very energetic and came to the first theater carefully.

This theater looks very luxurious, and can be called carved railings and jade, with copper paint on the inside and outside, giving it a sense of magnificence, but it is not vulgar.

And above the main entrance of this theater is a plaque with a word written on it - Ping!

...

"flat?"

Looking at the flat character on the plaque, Huang Shang frowned slightly: "Whether this theater or theater is, it looks very Chinese. With the flat character... Could it be a Peking Opera?"

"What is the relationship between Peking Opera and Ping's character "?"

Hearing Huang Shang's words, Xia Die asked curiously.

"Peking opera was originally called Ping Opera, but later it was the mainstream opera in Beijing, so it was called Peking Opera or Peking Opera."

Huang Shang smiled and said, "I have studied opera for a while when I was bored before, so I have some understanding of it..."

Speaking of this, Huang Shang paused and said thoughtfully: "If this is true, then the other floors should be related to operas from other schools, but strangely, there are eight major opera schools in China, and there are nine opera buildings here. I wonder what will be in this extra theater..."

"I only care if there are any beautiful young ladies in this theater, but do you say that the actors are very beautiful..."

Hearing Huang Shang's words, he waved his hand and smiled and said, "Let's go, I can't wait to think of the beautiful young lady."

"Walk!"

Although Fallen still looked like laughing, everyone could clearly sense the urgency in Fallen's heart, so they all stepped up their pace and stepped into the gate of the theater.

Buzzing!

The next moment, the world was flowing and the mountains and rivers were changing. What appeared in front of everyone was not the scenery inside the theater, but seemed to be in a tent.

Outside the tent, there were vague singing voices coming from all directions.

"Who can't return from a thousand miles of desolation, who can I join the army for thousands of miles..."

The tone of the song is a bit strange, with a hint of grace and a great sense of passion. At the same time, the tone is slightly different from the language Huang Shang and others heard before.

This seems to be a singing style in Peking Opera.

"This is……"

Hearing the vague 'song', Huang Shang was stunned at first, and then his face changed slightly: "This is Chu Ge... Chu Ge, surrounded by enemies!"

"I know what kind of drama this is!"

"This is the most classic song in Peking Opera - Farewell My Concubine!"

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