My players are all actors

Chapter 59 National hatred is the most difficult to eliminate!

Time passed minute by minute.

Many troupe members were looking at the room where Su Xianjun was, wondering if they were expecting Su Xianjun to sing for these Dongyi thieves and save the lives of the people in the city.

But no matter how much Yang Xinyan persuaded, Su Xianjun remained indifferent.

At this moment, the small door next to him opened, and the scholar came to the backstage of the theater.

Everyone tensed up instantly.

However, the scholar turned sideways and let Wang Jinghui behind him come out.

"Mr. Wang, please."

Wang Jinghui's face was pale at this time, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his left hand was trembling slightly stiffly in front of him, his little finger was wrapped in a white cloth, and blood was still oozing from it.

Everyone in the backstage looked over one after another with surprise on their faces. Wang Jinghui didn't seem to dare to look directly at the eyes of everyone. He came to Su Xianjun's door, knocked on the door lightly, and walked in after identifying himself.

The scholar glanced at everyone in the background, and everyone hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

The scholar couldn't help laughing, and sat down at a random place, waiting for Wang Jinghui.

Zhao Haiping almost wanted to run over and kick him directly.

The little man is lucky!

Sure enough, there is no shortage of such traitors in any dynasty.

Obviously, this scholar is somewhat psychopathic. The reason why he took refuge in the Dongyi bandits was because he had been depressed all his life and felt that the Dasheng Dynasty had treated him badly, so he turned to the bandits to become a master.

Now that he brought the bandits into the county, it was obviously not enough for him to just burn, kill and loot, he had to listen to the best music and enjoy it like a master.

After being scolded by Wang Jinghui, the scholar put Wang Jinghui in the dungeon, and wanted to break off one of his fingers every hour, so that Wang Jinghui, a well-known talent, could become like himself.

Originally, Zhao Haiping still had high expectations for Wang Jinghui, but less than an hour later, he gave in after being smashed with a finger?

It does hurt to tap your fingers, but...

Reminiscent of the experience of the players in the copy of the scribes and Yang Yan's deeds in history, this gap is too big.

In fact, Zhao Haiping suddenly became violent at this time, and the possibility of successfully killing this scholar is very high, but it is meaningless to do so.

Zhao Haiping kept telling himself that this is just a trial illusion, everything in history has already happened, and what he sees at this moment is just a bunch of virtual data.

What's more, it is impossible to pass the level directly after killing this dog leg.

After a while, Wang Jinghui came out of Su Xianjun's room, his pale face was flushed with shame, probably because he was scolded severely.

But to everyone's surprise, Wang Jinghui came to the scholar and said, "Boss Su agreed."

The scholar frowned, and his face showed surprise: "Oh? Boss Su agrees?"

Wang Jinghui nodded: "Yes, but he said that he will not sing "Farewell My Concubine", nor will he sing with Boss Yang.

"Boss Su said...he disdains to be with us."

The scholar couldn't help but sneered, but still nodded: "It's okay, Boss Su's singing of "Peach Blossom Fan" is also a masterpiece. 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 handed over to you. I also ask Boss Su to prepare quickly, and I will wait for the good news."

After the scholar finished speaking, he turned and returned to the front desk of the theater.

Everyone in the background looked at each other with different expressions.

Some people were puzzled why Su Xianjun was firm before, but now he was persuaded by Wang Jinghui; some people glared at Wang Jinghui, as if they couldn't understand why even he gave in to the bandits.

Wang Jinghui's face was a little ugly, and he didn't dare to meet the eyes of everyone.

After a while, the door of Su Xianjun's room opened.At this time, he had reapplied his makeup and changed his appearance.

He has a handsome appearance, and because he has sung dan roles since he was a child, he still has some feminine features in his gestures, but his expression at this time is a look of determination and loss.

Su Xianjun looked at Wang Jinghui, then at Yang Xinyan.

"There is a secret door in the backstage. Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death can get out."

It was nearly midnight at this time, and the thieves were drinking at the front desk, waiting to hear Su Xianjun sing, obviously this was the most relaxing time.

Yang Xinyan seemed to have something else to say: "Mr. Xian..."

Su Xianjun glared at him: "Get lost!"

Yang Xinyan didn't say anything else, and walked towards the hidden door in the backstage with his head down.

Wang Jinghui's face was also 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, walking for a while.

Everyone knows that staying in the theater at this time is bad luck.

Those Dongyi thieves might start killing at any time. Of course, at this time, they should try to escape as far as possible, and there is hope of surviving.

But still more than half of the troupe members stayed.

Zhao Haiping is also in a tangle at this time, obviously leaving or not leaving will open two different routes.

"It seems that only Su Xianjun knows about the secret door in the theater? Why didn't they leave at the beginning? Is it because the goal was too obvious at the beginning, and they would be caught even if they left? Or is it that Su Xianjun stayed because of other reasons? Intend?
"Leaving the theater may not be an escape route, maybe there will be other developments...

"Forget it, let's stay here and find out what happened in the theater."

After struggling for a while, Zhao Haiping finally decided to stay.

When everyone was almost gone, Su Xianjun looked at the people who decided to stay.

With the light, he seemed to want to see everyone's faces clearly.Sure enough, the people who remained were all people he knew and trusted very well.

This is obviously true of the troupe members played by Zhao Haiping.

After a while, Su Xianjun said: "Since everyone is willing to stay, they all have the will to die.

"Although we are actors, we are despised by many people, but we should also understand what is righteousness of family and country.

"I have already made an agreement with Mr. Wang. After he leaves, he will gather Xiangyong, go to the storeroom to get fire oil, and burn the whole theater building. But in order to prevent the thieves from becoming suspicious, the play still needs to be finished.

"Just ask everyone to accompany me and finish this last play together."

Everyone's faces were full of pain, but no one left, but nodded and said: "Yes, Boss Su!"

Zhao Haiping couldn't help being surprised, there is such a development?

This dungeon is indeed inextricably linked with the theater building!
It was right to stay!

Zhao Haiping had confirmed the strength of these Dongyi thieves before, and he knew very well that there was no chance of winning at all with the current number of people.

The only way he could think of was to regroup Xiangyong again and find a group of young men from the county town. It would take at least three to 400 people to wipe out these thieves.

But now he knows too little information about the whole dungeon, even if he leaves the theater, he doesn't know where to find someone.

But now, Su Xianjun provided him with a new solution, which is to use fire!
It was already late at night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and these thieves were full of wine and food, and neglected to take precautions. If they could really distract their attention and ignite a fire through singing, then maybe there was hope.

Could it be that this is the correct solution for this dungeon?

But...was it too smooth?
After all, he hasn't even unlocked a special identity yet, and his role in this copy is not zero, but it's not much higher than zero.

Can you pass the level without doing anything and just watching the characters perform?

That's obviously not the urine of this game.

It's just that Zhao Haiping can't think of other ways for the time being, so he can only start preparations with other troupe members.

Since the whole troupe has already left for less than half, Zhao Haiping is also responsible for the accompaniment.Fortunately, he had acquired the talent of opera proficiency in advance, so he wouldn't be caught blind in battle.

Soon, the curtain slowly opened.

The Dongyi thieves in the audience were already drunk, and when they saw Su Xianjun on the stage, they all laughed and cheered.

The scholar also drank a lot of wine, and looked at Su Xianjun on the stage complacently, but he was a little annoyed by these thieves who had never seen the world and had no manners.

Su Xianjun opened his libretto, and the lingering sound lingered.

"Looking at the ancient rivers and mountains in the Southern Dynasties, looking through the old cases of romance, the flower buildings and rain pavilions with lights and windows at night, I vomited endless efforts. I play the piano against the wall every day, and appreciate the bosom friend. This time..."

The thieves who were a little noisy at the beginning also quieted down, only the libretto was melodious and tactful in the theater, with a lingering aftertaste.

Su Xianjun is worthy of being a famous actor, even if he is alone on the stage, he can still make people listen mesmerized.

Zhao Haiping didn't understand opera at all, but this time he had the talent of being proficient in opera after all, so he was fascinated by it.

Of course, after listening to it, he never immersed himself in it, but paid attention to the situation outside the theater from time to time.

When will the fire be lit?
He instinctively felt that even if there was a fire, it would be difficult to burn all these thieves to death.But as long as there is chaos here, he might be able to kill a few more thieves while these thieves are drunk.

Especially that vagabond, he must find a way to kill him and avenge his previous death!
Of course, he didn't dare to be too obvious, because he knew that the wanderer's intuition was simply too terrifying, and he was afraid that any abnormality would arouse his suspicions, and his success would fall short.

Zhao Haiping also admired Su Xianjun even more.

He obviously has the will to die, but he can still be so calm and composed on stage, singing at the same high level as before. If this kind of person comes to play "Dark Sands", he probably doesn't need much practice to become a top player.

While singing, Su Xianjun's singing style suddenly changed.

"...Personal hatred is still forgivable, but national hatred is the most difficult to eliminate!"

After singing this line, the other thieves didn't react at all, and they were still listening intently, but the scholar suddenly became vigilant and changed color suddenly.

Because he heard it, this sentence is different from the original text of the libretto!
The original text should be "National enmity is still forgivable, but personal hatred is the hardest to get rid of", but Su Xianjun changed the meaning completely!

Zhao Haiping also felt that his blood was boiling. According to the previous agreement, the fire outside the theater must be instantly erupted, so that all these thieves will die without a place to bury them!

"ignition!"

Su Xianjun's voice echoed in the theater, full of energy, and could be heard clearly even outside the theater.

The Dongyi thieves in the audience also changed their faces instantly, and stood up abruptly.

However, nothing happened.

Su Xianjun on the stage was also stunned, obviously he didn't understand what was going on.

Seeing the Dongyi thieves in the audience draw their swords one after another, Zhao Haiping's face turned dark.

"Your uncle!"

In the end, he tried unsuccessfully to snatch the sword from a Dongyi bandit and died.

(End of this chapter)