I'm Here to Find Lin Yan
Seeing this, the three Hall Masters nodded in satisfaction. After bidding farewell to Wang Jincheng, they turned and disappeared amidst the clouds.
Wang Jincheng rubbed his tired eyes and muttered to himself:
"Finally done with everything... There shouldn't be anything left to handle..."
"Hmm... no, it seems there is indeed still one thing."
In Wang Jincheng's mind, the Red-Clad Performer holding an umbrella in the rain suddenly came to mind. He clicked his tongue somewhat helplessly,
"Forget it, I should go make a trip."
...
Wuji Domain.
As the heavy door made a muffled sound, a spacious Church appeared before his eyes.
The ground was paved with gold bricks, and magnificent giant pillars that looked like white jade stood towering. At the top of these white jade giant pillars, the intricate dome originally made of stone reliefs had now been completely transformed into a gemstone dome. The original reliefs were still vividly engraved on it, but their value was an astronomical figure.
The once ordinary Church had undergone a Complete Transformation. Now, if the treasures inside were converted into cash and sold, the amount would be enough to buy out the top five consortiums of the Red Dust Domain in one fell swoop.
And at this moment, on the gold-paved floor tiles, Brand, wearing a red-bottomed gold-patterned robe, let out a leisurely yawn.
"What's the matter?"
"President! The array that Feijia and Six Claws left in the Red Dust Domain just showed activity!"
"Oh?" Brand sat up with great interest, "Any good news? Did they hook up with the Beidou Consortium?"
"Uh..."
Seeing the person's somewhat strange expression, the smile at the corner of Brand's mouth gradually faded, and the surrounding temperature also gradually dropped.
"What happened?"
"They... they seem to be dead."
"Dead?"
"Just now the array opened, and I heard Feijia shout a few words, then I heard the sound of something exploding and shattering... And then, the life curses they left in the association disappeared."
Brand's complexion became visibly ugly. He stood up and paced back and forth in the Church, muttering to himself:
"That shouldn't be... Could the Red Dust Domain have already discovered it? But with the array set up in advance, with their strength, they shouldn't have been unable to make it back..."
"Right, you just said he shouted a few words, what did he shout?"
The black-robed person opened his mouth, and finally spat out four words:
"It's Six of Hearts."
"What 6?"
"'It's Six of Hearts', it should be referring to the Dusk Society member who caused a massive commotion in the Aurora Domain some time ago, Six of Hearts." The black-robed person added.
"Oh, the Dusk Society... Could it be that the Dusk Society is also involved?" Brand frowned in thought.
"However, since this is the last message Feijia transmitted back before his death, presumably their murder is inextricably linked to this Six of Hearts."
"President, what do we do next?"
"The infiltration must continue. We have to ensure that when the plan is launched, there are enough of our personnel in the Main City... Send a few more people to sneak in and see what the situation is in the Red Dust Main City now."
"Yes."
The black-robed person turned and was about to leave when Brand's voice immediately rang out.
"Wait." Brand paused, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes, "Tell the people below that starting today, the Witchcraft Association will begin searching and capturing Six of Hearts. I want to see... just what kind of divine figure this guy is."
"Understood."
...
Jinghong Theater.
Kong Baosheng leaned against the Kitchen door, looking at the pattering light rain under the eaves, seemingly somewhat absent-minded.
At the entrance of the Theater House, the two Door Gods were craning their necks, staring blankly at the Great World Cabaret across the street that was being raided by Police Officers. Their mouths unconsciously opened wide enough to swallow a lightbulb.
They didn't understand.
Just a few days ago, the Great World Cabaret was still booming with business, and under Li Ruohong's wings, they could be considered to be running amok without taboo. Dealing with small shops was a piece of cake... But in just a few days, they personally witnessed the cabaret become haunted, then the flow of customers withered, business worsening day by day. Today, even the roof of the cabaret had been blown off. All the employees inside were forcibly dismissed, and they heard even the boss, Li Ruohong, had been crushed into meat paste...
The originally extremely lively cabaret had already become deserted and incredibly miserable.
The two of them were originally ordered to ruin Jinghong Theater, but after these few days, Jinghong Theater was completely unharmed, while they turned around and found their own base was gone. Right now, the two of them were still dumbfounded.
Just then, at the end of the street, a red and a green theatrical robe walked side by side.
"Brother Li, this is our Theater House."
"It looks very nice... Although it's a bit old on the outside, it has an ancient charm. With a little tidying up, it should be quite grand."
"Renovation is a big project, we'll talk about it later."
"Hey... Brother Lin, your Theater House even hired doormen?"
"How is it? They don't cost money."
"A bit ugly... but since they don't cost money, it's fine, we can make do."
"Let's go in and take a look."
Chen Ling and Li Qingshan walked between the two dumbfounded "Door Gods," as if they didn't exist at all...
At this time, the two "Door Gods" who had lost their boss, their jobs, and their nest didn't have the leisure to scare Li Qingshan either. They were like two rootless duckweeds in the rain, standing unsteadily in the light rain at the door of the Theater House, not knowing where to go for a moment.
"Mister, you're finally back!" Kong Baosheng, who was leaning against the Kitchen door in a daze, immediately stood up when he saw Chen Ling return. Seeing Li Qingshan beside him, he froze slightly,
"This is..."
"This is Li Qingshan, he will also perform in our Theater House from now on." Chen Ling turned to look at Li Qingshan, "This child is called Kong Baosheng, my assistant."
"Has a new role finally come?"
Excitement surfaced in Kong Baosheng's eyes. It was obvious he really wanted to develop and expand Jinghong Theater, but having only Chen Ling as a performer in the Theater House was clearly not enough. Li Qingshan's arrival undoubtedly filled him with expectations for the future.
"Hello, Mister Li, please take care of me from now on." Kong Baosheng respectfully bowed.
"Hello." Li Qingshan smiled and helped him up, his brow full of gentleness, "To prop up a Theater House at such a young age, Little Mister is very formidable."
"Ah?" Hearing the words "Little Mister," Kong Baosheng's cheeks flushed, and he quickly said, "Mister Li is joking, I, I can't bear the word 'Mister'... This is only used by Famous Actors like you and Mister Lin... I'm still too young."
"The title of Mister is based only on one's actions, not their age." Li Qingshan looked into his eyes and said seriously.
Kong Baosheng smiled embarrassedly. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he patted his head and said:
"Oh no, oh no, I didn't know Mister Li was coming, the food I prepared isn't enough... I'll go out and buy some more right now!"
Kong Baosheng hurried towards the door. Just as he reached the doorway, a figure appeared outside the Theater House, and Kong Baosheng almost bumped right into him.
He stumbled and steadied himself, looking up in confusion. He saw a burly figure standing at the door of the Theater House, carefully sizing up the place.
"I am the Chief of the Red Dust Main City Police Bureau, Wang Jincheng..." The man spoke calmly,
"I'm here to find the Thespian Lin Yan."