My name is Lin Chen, and my ancestral theater is about to be demolished.
They all said that it is better to pick up garbage than to sing opera these days.
The red night is coming, and the world is like a prison.
Until that day, the bloody tide engulfed the neighborhood, and an indescribable shadow crawled into my theater.
When I was dying, I put on that mask.
The next moment, brilliant blue light soared into the sky, and the dragon's roar tore through the night!
Later, people called me the "Red Night Opera King".
But I know this is just the beginning.
When the strange evil god peeked at China, I waved again in the ruins of the theater.
This time, the sky is full of gods and Buddhas, all on my mask.
