The original character setting did not include a reporter, but Su Deng became a reporter after she appeared.
At first, he thought it might have been modified and upgraded by the Divine Court, but after receiving the message from the main system in the world, he dismissed his speculation.
"Let me make a bold guess," Liu Sangua said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the child next to you is the heretic the system was talking about."
Su Deng reached out and pulled Su Muye behind her, blocking Liu Sangua's view, and said calmly, "So what if it is?"
Liu Sangua shrugged. "You don't need to be so wary of me. I'm not interested in this."
He didn't say anything more and went back to sit in the last row of the audience to watch the play.
No one knows what that executive looks like, where he'll appear from, or what he'll look like...
Su Deng licked her teeth and looked at Su Muye. "This village is very strange. If anything happens, I can't protect you. You have to protect yourself or find a place to hide."
Su Muye nodded emphatically; he would absolutely not cause his mother any trouble.
"But if man betrays the mountain, its spirit will shatter; if the mountain does not betray him, the immortals will not return..."
Alas, the distinction between good and evil is blurred in this world, and we will never see it again...
"Alas, the eyes of the gods are blind to all people, allowing evil to run rampant and seize souls from the world, staining mountains and rivers with the blood of innocent children..."
"In the end, the soul banners on the ground fluttered like the River Styx, and the lonely souls wandered for three thousand miles underground..."
Suddenly, the sounds of suona horns and cymbals on stage intensified, and the opera singing rose in pitch. As the actor with the ghost mask on stage spun around, he was forced to kneel on the stage by several others. One of them, a bare-chested executioner, stood behind him holding a machete.
The masked actor looked up and chanted mournfully, "We are filthy and unseen by the immortals, our sins are unforgivable by the ghosts, so let us offer this wicked body as a sacrifice to the gods~"
"Let's start the music!"
"cut!"
As the cymbal player shouted, the executioner with the knife raised his head high and slashed heavily at the masked actor who was being forced to kneel on the ground.
The masked actor's head fell off and rolled all the way to the edge of the stage before stopping, leaving a trail of blood.
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