Fang Yuan looked at the man named Tang Qing with a cold look. He was really afraid of being famous and pigs. It took only a few moments before two waves of people came to win over him.

"You'd better give me an explanation that I feel satisfied with. What I like the least is that others disturb me." Fang Yuan looked at Tang Qing coldly, his tone was not very warm.

Looking at Fang Yuan's eyes, Tang Qing felt a little scared in his heart, and he was stunned for a moment and said, "Uh, I have no malice, I just have something to look for you."

Especially his right eye, his eyeball was weirdly red, which made Tang Qing feel a little nervous when facing which eye he met. Subconsciously, he moved his eyes down.

"Things? I'll make a promise later. I have to have a meal first." Fang Yuan said.

"That's OK."

After saying that, Tang Qing didn't move and stared at Fang Yuan like this.

"Well... apart from being handsome, I don't feel that there is anything outstanding." This is what he thought.

Fang Yuan: "..."

"If you have anything, let's talk about it first."

"Aren't you hungry?" Tang Qing said in amazement.

"While I'm in a good mood now, I'll talk about it if I have something to do, or I'll get out."

"Oh... OK!"

Then Tang Qing stretched out his hand to the side, and the person standing by hurriedly handed over a blue notebook that looked a little old.

Then he handed over the book.

Fang Yuan took the book and looked at it.

This seems to be a script. The cover is written with three big words "Weiyang Palace" in red ink. I wonder if it is an illusion, but he smelled a stinking smell of corpse, which seemed to be from the script.

He frowned and opened the script. The home page reads the three words "Kill Han Xin"

Hum? This is the script for singing?

He had watched "Kill Han Xin" with the old dean before. The old dean had no hobbies, but he had a special liking for this opera. Fang Yuan, who often followed him, naturally understood some common dramas for a long time.

After quickly turning the script down, Fang Yuan did not feel that there was anything different from the usual script.

Halfway through, he lost his patience and looked up at Tang Qing.

"Haha, you can look at it first, you will understand when you see the end." Feeling Fang Yuan's gaze, Tang Qing smiled awkwardly.

Yes, this script is different from his previous one. It is completely written according to normal scripts, and the only difference is the last page.

It took a few more minutes, and a hint of anger appeared on Fang Yuan's face. At this time, he had already turned to the bottom, leaving only the last page.

However, when he turned to the last page, his pupils shrank slightly, and the signator of the script actually wrote his name, and his right eye characteristics were clearly written.

And they actually need to find a blood-stained kitchen knife below.

What's even more strange is that this handwriting does not look like the newly written handwriting, but has an old sense of age.

Just like human velvet paper!

That's right!

Fang Yuan looked up, glanced at Tang Qing and said, "This thing, were you here?"

The end of the script is written with the names of Tang Qing and Fang Yuan. Obviously, this is how Tang Qing came to him, but how did he know that he was here?

Thinking of him taking a deep look in Tong Qian's direction, the latter cast an innocent look at him, saying that he didn't know.

"You guys go out first, and this lady, can you avoid it?" Tang Qing said to the person next to the door, then turned his head and said to Tong Qian with a smile.

Tong Qian glanced at Fang Yuan and saw him nodding slightly. She stood up from her seat and said, "Then I'll go to the car to wait for you."

"By the way, ma'am, don't check out this meal. I'll open this restaurant, so I'll treat you."

Tang Qing said to Tong Qian's back, but she didn't even stop.

In the end, there were only two people left in the room.

Tang Qing turned his head, curled his smile, and his face became a little serious: "I don't think you look like an ordinary person, and I don't beat you around the bush."

"In 14 days, you need to sing a play with me, and the content of the play is which book you are holding.

I guess you have also discovered that the words on the script do not look handwritten.”

Fang Yuan nodded, put the script on the table, looked at Tang Qing and said, "Why should I believe you?"

After hearing this, Tang Qing smiled on his face: "You can't believe it. Actually, I don't know what the consequences would be if I didn't sing this show, but I think the outcome would not be very good."

Fang Yuan heard this and lowered his head and fell silent.

After a while, he looked up and said, "If I don't sing, I guess you will have problems, right? After all, the singing is not a one-man show."

"I don't know. Maybe there is, maybe not." Tang Qing gave an ambiguous answer, then looked at Fang Yuan with a smile, and stopped talking.

This little fox.

Fang Yuan cursed in his heart, and he knew without thinking that he had been involved in another supernatural time, and this incident seemed very difficult.

He believed that it was definitely not as simple as singing a play.

What if you don't participate in the opera?

Haha, what if these rules of killing people are not to perform? Wouldn’t that be in vain?

"Chef knife, have you found it?" Then, Fang Yuan picked up the script again and started to open and read it.

"Not yet, the sky is blue waiting for mist and rain." Tang Qing looked at Fang Yuan and showed a successful smile.

When Fang Yuan picked up another script, he knew that things were basically stable.

However, why did his eyes feel strange the more he looked at them?

It was like there was a maze inside, and the person staring at his eyes would feel like he was trapped in.

Looking at it, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fang Yuan's mouth.

In the script, his role will chop off the role played by Tang Qing, and this is also the final scene.

He couldn't help but look at Tang Qing, and his eyes swept across his neck intentionally or unintentionally.

Feeling Fang Yuan's gaze, Tang Qing tightened his butt. Although he became a ghost driver, he would become somewhat nervous, but he still couldn't accept fencing.

"What are you doing?" He glanced at Fang Yuan with some caution and twisted his body unnaturally.

"I just thought of some fun things, when will I go?" Fang Yuan threw the script to him and asked.

Hearing Fang Yuan’s first half of the sentence, a somewhat awkward scene appeared in his mind.

"Ahem!"

He blushed and pretended to cough, and said seriously: "I can do it, look at you, but it won't take too long."

"Okay! Leave me the phone number, and I'll call you when the time comes." Fang Yuan stood up from the chair, took out his cell phone and said.

Then, the two exchanged phone numbers, and Fang Yuan left the room directly and came to the front desk to pay the bill.

Tang Qing did not say hello to the front desk in advance, so she didn't know what Tang Qing said about free orders before.

…

In the private room.
Chapter completed!