[69 Book Bar-www.] The backyard of the small town theater.

This stage was built many years ago. At that time, theater troupes often came here to perform. In order to enrich everyone's after-dinner life, the town government pooled money to build a stage. Who knew, those theater troupes seemed to be interested in the town government, etc.

After the stage was set up, no theater troupe came. The stage was basically abandoned. In the first few years, during festivals, some performances were rehearsed on the stage. In recent years, there has been abundant rain, and the stage has been eroded.

It is crumbling, and no one can go up to sing or dance. If someone is accidentally buried underneath, that would be a big misfortune.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and there was still white cold mist floating in the air. Hei Ye slowly walked to the stage with Chen Zhong, and Chen Zhong asked: "Are they all here?"

Mr. Hei said: "We are all waiting below!" As he said that, he turned around the pillars in front of the stage and came to the backstage. The backstage was a small inner room with some tables and chairs scattered around.

Pulling apart a hanging tattered red cloth, a dark hole was revealed.

There seemed to be stairs in the cave. Heiye crouched and creaked down the stairs. Chen Zhong knocked out the ashes of his cigarette, turned around and pulled the red cloth, and followed him into the cave.

The passage in the underground cave is neither too narrow nor too wide, just enough for one person to pass through, and there is still some space. When I went down the stairs at the bottom, I found that it was a room the same size as the one above. The room was very dim, and there were several

There were tables and chairs, and a figure could be vaguely seen walking around.

"Are you here?" This voice is so familiar.

"Here we come! Light the lamp." Chen Zhong said.

"Zi!" The room lit up instantly, and a kerosene lamp stood on the table in the middle, burning quietly. The figure from before turned around, and it turned out to be Yang Baimao?!

The dim light reflected Yang Baimao's face, which looked extremely pale. "Sit down!" He pointed to the chair next to him.

Master Hei pulled up a chair and sat down on the left. Chen Zhong sat down on the chair on the right. He took out a piece of dry cigarette, rubbed it twice, put it on the pipe, then approached the kerosene lamp, lit the smoke, and puffed out a stream of smoke.

Stocks of green smoke.
Chapter completed!