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Seeing that she was just looking at her and not answering, Yan Wanxi couldn't help but ask again: "Sister, did you put ice cubes here? Why is it so cold?"
The old bustard then came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I'm just kidding. Summer has passed and the ice has been put away long ago."
At this moment, a burst of music came from the stage, and immediately after, a woman walked onto the stage.
The woman was wearing a light pink skirt and a water blue cloak, and the makeup on her face was decent and elegant.
When Yan Wanxi saw her, she frowned slightly, but heard the madam on the side say: "You two gentlemen, this is Miss Rong Lian. Her singing voice is the best here. It's not easy for her to come out and sing."
The implication is that they have made money today.
Xing Zhimo calmly took out a tael of silver and handed it to her, saying, "Help us arrange a place."
When the old bustard saw Yinzi, he became even more effective in doing things. After a while, he led them to sit down in an excellent seat in the front row.
Yan Wanxi¡¯s eyes kept staring at the woman on the stage, who had already begun to sing softly on the stage.
Xing Zhimo sent the madam away, then came to Yan Wanxi and asked, "Master, have you discovered anything?"
Yan Wanxi pointed at the woman on the stage and said, "Look there."
Xing Zhimo looked in the direction of Yan Wanxi's finger and saw the woman on the stage. Her whole body was basically shrouded in black mist.
With his yin and yang eyes open, he could barely see the woman¡¯s face.
Yan Wanxi said: "There seems to be something strange about this person, and the smell of blood on him is very strong."
Xing Zhimo narrowed his long and narrow eyes and looked at the woman on the stage again. The woman seemed to have sensed it and looked towards them and smiled at them.
At this time, the song she sang had just come to an end, and everyone in the audience was clapping and applauding.
And the people who Yan Wanxi saw who looked a little stiff also clapped their hands one after another.
Xing Zhimo looked at the smile of the woman on the stage, turned to Yan Wanxi next to him and said, "This person is really getting weirder the more he looks at her."
Yan Wanxi smiled and replied: "Do you think it's weird for a dead person to sing a song?"
Xing Zhimo was shocked by these words. He looked at Yan Wanxi in disbelief. He wanted to ask something, but he couldn't.
Yan Wanxi reached out to hold his hand and said, "Don't move rashly. She may not know that she is dead yet. Don't point it out."
Xing Zhimo felt the warmth of her palm, and his heart, which was still a little messy just now, immediately calmed down. He held her hand and nodded slightly.
Yan Wanxi watched as the people on the stage continued to sing, while the people in the audience continued to listen with great enjoyment.
This picture looks very harmonious.
This place is originally at the innermost part of Baihua Garden. Everything is sealed, and the curtains on the side are all closed.
So it looks a little dark inside, with white candles lit everywhere.
The only lights on the stage were the two red lanterns hanging on both sides of the stage.
Yan Wanxi could feel that the temperature here was getting lower and lower, and the "people" who were still watching the people singing on the stage just now were no longer watching the stage.
But looking in their direction.
Xing Zhimo also felt aware of their gazes, and his heart suddenly thumped, with an ominous premonition. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com