Practice a low-level profession until you become an immortal and call yourself an ancestor

Chapter 11 Extraordinary sword light, golden light of Buddhism, and the proprietress’s support (please follow up)

"Whatever are you looking at, get out of here!"

"Look again, I'll catch you all in jail!"

With the appearance of the bald monk, except for the chief arrester, all the other arresters drew their knives and began to clear out the people.

Although the situation is special, people in the government do not dare to kill people in the streets these days. It is not a joke to arouse public anger and trigger civil unrest.

So when faced with a few people who were brave enough to get close, the catchers just hit them hard with the backs of their swords.

Even so, the deterrence is enough for ordinary people.

Immediately, those who still had the guts to watch the show fled.

"Come on, hurry up, stop looking, this is beyond our control!"

The proprietress urged everyone, and at the same time muttered: "Xiao Liuzi, it's not that your sister doesn't want to bury you, it's that you can't take care of this matter."

"Every wrong has its end, and every debt has its owner. We still had friendship during our lifetimes. I just hope that you can rest in peace and reincarnation. Don't come to me at night!"

"Amitabha, the Infinite Lord"

Chu Changqing listened to the proprietress's prayer and felt that her prayer might not be effective at all.

Just when he was about to leave with the landlady, he heard bursts of Sanskrit sounds in his ears, and his mind suddenly felt much more peaceful.

Looking sideways, he saw most of the police officers chasing people away.

And behind them, when the monk in front of the chief arrester was chanting, golden light appeared in front of him, constantly eroding and annihilating the black smoke floating in the alley.

Back in the troupe, everyone was a little silent.

Because Xiao Liuzi's death was too strange.

Chu Changqing's mind kept flashing back to last night's assassination and the rat on Xiao Liuzi.

There must be a relationship between the two.

But it was definitely not what he originally thought. It was sent by other troupes.

Those theater troupes have this ability, why should they still struggle to compete for the money of a few spectators?
Those fat rats that seemed to have become sperms were obviously in the realm of the extraordinary.

With this ability, making a hundred cents a day is no longer a joke.

Recalling the stunning light of the sword and the golden light that appeared after the monk chanted sutras before leaving, Chu Changqing was filled with thoughts.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, you have to live your life. It's getting late. Let's go have a meal first. After that, we'll have a rest. We'll have a day of proofing tomorrow and give everyone a day off. We'll still pay our wages."

Boss Zhao's face didn't look good either, but she still forced a smile and invited everyone to eat. At the same time, she said for the first time that she would give everyone a paid day off.

Obviously trying to appease everyone.

After all, if something like this happened, it would be easy for people to think of the theater troupe as a troublemaker. Everyone would probably be out of shape when the show starts tomorrow, and it would be easy to lose customers and reputation.

When everyone heard this, they immediately smiled and thanked the proprietress quickly.

Although Xiao Liuzi's death has brought a haze to everyone, he is not a relative after all. With a little distraction, everyone's gloomy mood has eased a lot.

Chu Changqing didn't stay as the leader to comfort the landlady, and went to dinner with everyone.

After dinner, Chu Changqing returned to the private courtyard where he lived.

Entering the room and sitting on a chair, the sense of crisis in his heart had eased a lot.

Because he figured something out.

If someone really wants to attack him, no matter how he avoids it, it will be impossible for him to avoid it. Please refer to Xiao Liuzi.

He was obviously in the theater troupe a moment ago, but after a few sips of tea, he died on Liuxiang Street.

If Chaofan didn't attack him, he wouldn't be afraid.

After understanding this, he closed and locked the repaired door, placed the wooden table behind the door, and slept peacefully.

"Dong dong dong!" "Changqing, are you okay! Hello? Changqing!"

A knock on the door and anxious shouts woke Chu Changqing from his sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

He quickly stood up and put on his clothes and responded: "Boss, wait a minute! I'm getting dressed!"

Why did you sleep so soundly this time?

Chu Changqing has never had such a peaceful sleep since time travel. Now he feels refreshed and energetic.

Maybe it's because I figured it out last night?
I moved the table at the door, opened the door, and found the proprietress.

Today she was wearing a white tulle, with a loose cloth underneath.

Seeing Chu Changqing open the door, the boss's wife's originally anxious expression became slightly more relaxed.

She patted the fair white skin and trembled a little: "I'm scared to death. You got up so late and locked the door so tightly. What do you want?"

The landlady is not particularly rich, but she has always been generous.

Chu Changqing withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "It's not like there were thieves breaking in the day before yesterday. I'm afraid. Thinking about the boss lady saying that the theater is closed today, I felt fine, so I slept a little longer."

"Why, the boss lady plans to continue the show today?"

The landlady looked at Chu Changqing's gaze without shyness or avoidance. She even deliberately pulled down the gauze and gave him a look: "I'm afraid you'll die in the house!"

The death of Xiao Liuzi yesterday kept her from having a good night's sleep. Today she found that Chu Changqing, who was usually very diligent, did not come for breakfast. She felt a sudden in her heart and rushed over immediately.

Chu Changqing's death was a small matter, but if he died in that weird way again in the theater troupe, it would be a big deal.

It shows that their troupe is really evil.

Now I see that everything is fine and normal.

"You brat, you really scared me to death."

The landlady returned to her usual expression and joked: "You kid has always been a thief but not a thief. What, why don't you, sister, let you go for once and do whatever you want~"

As he said that, his whole body pressed against Chu Changqing's chest.

In the opera troupe, Chu Changqing's opera ability is indistinguishable from Huang Mingji's, but in terms of appearance, he is definitely number one.

When the original person was here before, he was undernourished and wilted every day.

After Chu Changqing took over the body, he improved his nutrition, became stronger, and tidied up neatly. He looked even more exaggerated than after plastic surgery, so what the boss lady said was not a lie.

If Chu Changqing really wanted to relive the sweetness of his infancy, the landlady would probably satisfy him on the spot.

But Chu Changqing responded with a smile: "Don't tease me, boss lady, I'm afraid my little body won't be able to withstand your sucking."

After saying that, he shouted that he was hungry and ran to the cafeteria, leaving the landlady behind with a heavy groan that sounded like anger.

Chu Changqing has friendship with the theater troupe and the landlady, but has no feelings.

It's okay for him to check the box and listen. After all, he's not familiar with those young ladies who like to twist their butts.

But he knew who the landlady was.

Knowing that the landlady was a mean and mean-spirited person, he really couldn't arouse his sexual interest.

Even if she has the Widow's attack speed-increasing BUFF, it won't work.

On the way, Chu Changqing was thinking about today's plan.

I can't sing today, so let's go practice knife skills.

So he opened the panel, and the log records that came into view made him freeze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)