Bo Wanhua followed the old butler into the car.
Bo Wanhua is also familiar with this road.
It is the road to the Grand Theater.
Why the Grand Theatre?
On the way, Bo Wanhua suddenly thought of something and asked, "Where is Wei Tingfang?"
The old butler said, "Wei Yuzi will be waiting for you at your destination."
Bo Wanhua felt a little relieved.
In her heart, Wei Tingfang has always been a plaything, a dog.
She never really took him to heart.
But he stayed with me even when I was at my lowest point.
Bo Wanhua was still a little touched.
We soon arrived at the Grand Theatre.
The housekeeper stood respectfully outside the door: "Madam, please come in by yourself."
The doors of the theater were open.
Bo Wanhua stepped into it slowly.
The light inside was very dim.
It looks like this place has been abandoned for a long time.
Bo Wanhua glanced towards the stage.
The red curtain, as if stained with blood, lay quietly on the stage.
The scenes of watching plays here in the past flashed through her mind.
Every time, a lot of blood is shed on this stage.
Of course, someone will come and clean up afterward.
But I wiped it more.
The blood had already seeped into the floor.
The originally yellow floor had long since turned vermilion.
Bo Wanhua didn't feel much about this, nor did she feel any guilt.
Those lives were like ants to her, not worth mentioning.
But she just sighed.
Because she was once a kind and just person.
But her kindness and justice were not well received by God.
From then on, she treated the world as a playground.
Here, nothing matters.
Bo Wanhua suddenly heard some noises.
It seemed to be coming from the other side of the stage.
Bo Wanhua walked towards the stage.
And with every step she took, the light above her head lit up.
Large areas extend outward like waves.
By the time she walked to the front of the stage, the entire comedy hall was already brightly lit.
The moment she stepped onto the stage.
The curtain on the stage also automatically opened slowly.
But the scene before her left her dumbfounded.
The person on the stage is Wei Tingfang.
And at this moment, he has been made into a puppet.
Thin ropes like steel wire passed through his hands, feet and chest.
The whole person was suspended in mid-air.
His head hung low, motionless.
I don't know whether he is dead or alive.
Blood was constantly flowing out of the palms of his hands and feet.
Blood dripped onto the stage, making a dripping sound.
This was the sound that Bo Wanhua heard outside just now.
There was already a large pool of blood on the ground, some of which had turned black, while others were still bright red.
It's obvious that he has been here for more than a day or two.
Seeing this scene at such a close distance, Bo Wanhua still took two steps back in horror.
Here, she had seen many people bleed and die on the stage.
But that was all on stage.
It feels like watching an incredibly realistic 3D movie.
But now it’s different.
She was there.
The rotten smell of blood in the air hit her nostrils.
Plus, the scene in front of me was too weird, scary and exciting.
Bo Wanhua couldn't help but turned around and started to retch.
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