Yunyuan, the largest opera garden in the capital, has always been crowded with people. Just the gold foil on the railings there is enough for a villager to live for ten years.
The sound of singing came from the high platform in the middle. After the troupe finished singing, it was the turn of the vaudeville troupe. The shopkeeper Yunyuan on the side was checking the list nervously.
"Ah——"
The screams interspersed with the drama were particularly harsh. In an instant, everyone stopped and ran towards the place where the accident occurred.
When they got there, people saw Mrs. Yin lying limply on the ground, and several members of the circus troupe nearby were also trembling. However, Captain Yin, who was supposed to be next on stage, fell in a pool of blood at this moment, with his head smashed, and the blood mixed with brains flowed all over the floor, directly frightening several young handymen.
The shopkeeper was also trembling. If the entire Yunyuan hadn't been there at this moment, he might have peed.
He struggled to turn around and push away the crowd of onlookers, staggered to the bushes and spat out "Wow", then grabbed the clothes of the boy next to him, panting for a long time before speaking.
"Hurry, go to Dali Temple."
Concept: ancient suspense novels