For Feng Qing, it was not strange to dispose of an old mask casually.

But for Hua Chaodu, it seemed as if there was something hidden behind these words.

He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he saw Feng Qing turned around and went upstairs as if he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

This mask...

Hua Chaodu's hand quietly clenched the mask.

He planned to find a time to ask what was going on with this mask.

Of course, judging from the look of the shopkeeper, this mask didn't seem to be very important to her, and he probably wouldn't be able to find out anything.

That night, Feng Qing installed all the surveillance cameras he had just bought.

The inn was packed with people.

Feng Qing deliberately found a position upstairs, occupying a favorable terrain and looking down from the air.

This time, the storyteller next door was telling stories again, and Feng Qing was not jealous. She was upstairs, eating Coke, potato chips and KFC while watching. She even paid for all the tea and melon seeds for the guests tonight.

Anyway, it was useless for her to have more money, so it would be a waste if she didn't spend it.

For someone like Feng Qing, as long as her desires for eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping were satisfied, she actually had no need for money at all. She just wanted to watch the beauties upstairs in peace.

In the past, it was absolutely impossible to get Feng Qing to sit quietly in one place and listen to a play she didn't understand for several hours. She would definitely play with her phone secretly.

But today, Hua Jing successfully helped her do it.

"The ice wheel on the sea island is turning, and the Jade Rabbit is seen, rising in the east again."

Hua Jing turned slightly on the stage, and then smiled.

The audience below took a collective breath.

The mask that covered half of the face would never be seen on the face of an ordinary actor, but as long as everyone thought about it, they could figure out that the mask was used to conceal the identity.

It was just that the mask, which obviously should not appear in this play of The Drunken Concubine, was strangely suitable for this play, and even had a kind of enchanting beauty.

The golden and slightly exaggerated mask worn on the picturesque face really looked a bit like the magazine covers in Feng Qing's memory, like a dream.

All the audience below were silent.

Feng Qing randomly took a few photos from a few angles upstairs. When she took them out, she saw that each one looked like a retouched photo, and each one could be used as a desktop.

Then she secretly chose the best-looking one.

A small number of people in the audience today were people from nearby disguised as gangsters, but now, no one would regard the person on the stage as Hua Chaodu.

After all, Hua Chaodu, dressed up and wearing a mask, was indeed too different from what everyone imagined.

There was another reason, that is, most people were not particularly clear about what happened to the masked body in the inn before, and the few people who knew... Hua Chaodu was not prepared to let them take the news out alive.

So in the minds of these guests, the person on the stage might just be someone the shopkeeper had specially invited to perform. They guessed that this person's identity should not be special, but most of them thought of the Demon Cult or the Western Regions, and no one associated it with the imperial court.

"The legendary Hua Chaodu is indeed extraordinary." Chu Changzui hid in the back kitchen and watched through the small window with Li Qi.

Li Qi's eyes did not stare at Hua Chaodu like Xiaobai did. He looked at the shopkeeper from time to time, and looked away when he saw her look contented.

"But the mask on Hua Chaodu's face, I always feel a little familiar, but I just can't remember it." Chu Changzui suddenly frowned, "Really, there is a name on my lips, but I just can't remember it."

"You don't remember this mask?" Li Qi asked in surprise.

The expression on his face seemed to be that Chu Changzui was joking with him.

"Uh..." Chu Changzui was embarrassed.

Must he remember?

After Li Qi found out that Chu Changzui was really not joking with him, he finally felt that this matter was a little unbelievable.

He finally sighed, "Have you really forgotten? This mask... represents that thief."

...

In a flash, a person suddenly appeared in Chu Changzui's mind. Chu Changzui's

eyes widened suddenly.

Feng Qing was upstairs, looking at the mask on Hua Jing's face, and secretly took out her mobile phone and searched for the low-cost web drama from that year.

Back then, she thought that this mask looked handsome enough on that actor, but she didn't expect that it would look more handsome on Hua Jing's face than that actor.

In fact, the web series back then still had a certain presence, because the setting was indeed very good. The reason why it failed was probably because of the publicity.

Feng Qing was so angry that she secretly brushed the data for the web series. The first was the setting of the male lead, which Feng Qing felt was the most appealing one among the ancient idol dramas in recent years.

The male lead was a kind of vigilante. His identity was very mysterious, but he would always appear in the night wearing a mask.

All the rich people who committed heinous crimes would be punished by him in various ways. After exposing the crimes of the rich people to the world, he would distribute their money to other poor people, and then leave after the work was done, hiding his merits and fame.

What makes him stand out from other thieves is not only his outstanding skills, unique style, excellent character, and those bizarre experiences, but also more importantly, he is handsome.

That's right, this thief is so handsome that he is so handsome

that the screenwriter wrote about the scandals that happened to him for 20% of the plot.

The targets of the scandals include but are not limited to the daughter of a wealthy man he had stolen, the female detective who was chasing him, the poor girl he rescued, and the female hero who has been trying to find out who he is.

Well... and until the end, this thief was a single dog.

Feng Qing once wondered which single screenwriter wrote the script, and once wondered if this was the reason why the play failed.

At this moment, downstairs,

Chu Changzui was still looking at Li Qi in shock.

"Are you talking about... the one from two hundred years ago?" He was completely confused at this moment.

The person from two hundred years ago became clearer and clearer in Chu Changzui's mind.

It's strange to say, before Li Qi mentioned that person, Chu Changzui couldn't remember that person no matter what. He just felt that there was such a person, but he couldn't remember the name.

However, after Li Qi mentioned it, the figure of this person began to appear quickly in Chu Changzui's mind.

It was simply... clear as if someone had carved it with a hammer.

——That was a legendary figure.

Although he didn't leave many traces in the world, he was a figure that was passed down by word of mouth among the people.

Compared with the heroes in the ordinary sense, this person is indeed a little different, but in the mouths of the people, this person is far more famous than many other heroes.

He and Feng Wuhen are not from the same era. At least when he became famous, Feng Wuhen had been in the frontier fortress for a long time.

However, the thief is almost a household name in the Central Plains.

It is no exaggeration to say that if an ordinary citizen has the opportunity to go back two hundred years to see the leader of the martial arts world or the thief, then 99% of the ordinary citizen will choose to see the thief.

The status of this thief in people's hearts is so great.

The people regard him as a god who saves them from poverty, and countless people are eager to offer him a longevity tablet at home.

When this thief was still active, every time he appeared, it meant the beginning of a large-scale star-chasing activity in the martial arts world.

Countless people followed behind this thief, following him all the way forward, just to take a closer look at this person's figure.

Later, this thief was no longer a simple person, he began to become a spiritual symbol, or a legend.

The poor people who were rescued by him wanted to burst into tears as long as they heard his name.

There has always been a very strange question that has troubled Chu Changzui and other martial artists.

That is, after Feng Wuhen went to the frontier, what did he do there?

What Chu Changzui has learned so far is that Feng Wuhen was so grief-stricken after Yun Shujun's death that he came to the place where they first met, hid his real name, dressed up as Yun Shujun, and became the shopkeeper of a small inn.

But... what about before that?

What if Feng Wuhen came back quietly for a while after going to the frontier?

Chu Changzui still remembers that the shopkeeper said that in person during the day.

"I used to wear it."

When she said this, the shopkeeper's expression was terribly nonchalant. She even looked like she was a little disgusted with the old mask.

Even when she gave the mask to Hua Chaodu, she didn't say anything, just like she was dealing with an ordinary mask.

Chu Changzui began to doubt, this is why he did not remember the origin of the mask at the first time.

The audience in the audience seemed to have not remembered who wore this mask before.

If they remembered... it would probably be an extremely terrifying thing.

Chu Changzui rubbed his chubby face with both hands. He suddenly felt very tired.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qi said.

"Are you sick again after reading those books that the shopkeeper gave you?"

"That's not the case." Chu Changzui sighed.

He remembered the way the shopkeeper casually handed the mask to Hua Chaodu during the day, and suddenly said, "I just think that the shopkeeper is sometimes too careless."

"Huh?" Li Qi didn't understand why Chu Changzui suddenly blurted out such a sentence.

Even giving away a mask like this is, in a sense, too careless.

But the shopkeeper may have more than one mask like this, and he has too many to count... That's why he gave it to someone so casually.

...

The people watching Huachaodu perform in the audience suddenly said, "Do you think the mask on the face of the actor on the stage looks familiar?"

It was a coincidence.

The first person spoke at the same time when Li Qi told Chu Changzui the identity of the owner of the mask.

"It seems familiar."

"I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"But I can't remember it no matter how hard I try."

When one person said it, everyone was a little skeptical. But when several people said it, the listeners took it to heart.

Hua Chaodu, who was singing on the stage, keenly caught the whispers of the people below.

He also frowned slightly.

More and more people said that this mask was familiar.

But what does this mask, which was once used by the shopkeeper, represent?

Although Hua Chaodu tried desperately to remember, it was obvious that even if he racked his brains, he could only have a very vague impression.

Forget it, he was a little upset.

Since he couldn't remember it at the first time, then this mask might not be an important thing at all. What's more, with the shopkeeper's bad character, this mask might even bring some disaster.

Otherwise, why would he give him this mask so easily.

Hua Chaodu finished singing a play and then sighed.

He turned backstage tiredly, preparing to touch up his makeup and continue singing the second show. There happened to be an old master playing the sanxian in the backstage.

The old master was quite old, and he probably didn't even know how old he was. His beard was almost up to his waist.

When he played the sanxian just now, the sound was off-tune several times, but he quickly adjusted it, so everyone just thought he was old and a little too tired.

When Huachao was over, he didn't move at all, and didn't go to drink tea and rest like other people, which gave people a strange feeling.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when he passed by the master playing the sanxian, he suddenly heard two trembling words, "It's you..."

Hua Chaodu turned his head and saw two lines of tears flowing down the old master's face.

The two lines of tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

...

- Hua Chaodu, who had killed countless people in his life, was cruel and ruthless, and was wanted by countless people to be killed, felt confused for the first time.

He looked at the old man in front of him who was crying silently, and for the first time asked such a question in his heart. Am

I, Hua Chaodu.

Already... so annoying that I am hated by both humans and gods?