After Retiring From the Underworld, I Entered an Infinite Game

Chapter 127: Red Infant Troupe (End)

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"Ah, we have to choose the roles." Jie Fangcheng flipped through the script and quickly pointed to a role, "Then I will play this one?"

Yu Cong quickly leaned over to take a look.

That was in the later part of the script, when Zhang Biegu took the brutally murdered Liu Shichang to Bao Zheng to seek justice.

Of course, the character that Jie Fangcheng was referring to was not Bao Zheng... he was referring to Constable B.

This Constable B does not have a single line of dialogue. He only appears in the dialogue of "Constable No. 2", and his lines are so few that the only line is "yes".

Yu Cong never expected that the big guys didn't fight for the one with more lines, but instead were seriously giving it a bad start.

As we all know, the final reward of a copy is directly linked to the copy performance. In this copy, it is obvious that the protagonist with more lines, such as Liu Shichang, in the system's judgment, the contribution of the player playing this role must be much greater than that of some servant B, and the final reward must be more generous.

Players were very resistant to this character before, because this dungeon was very dangerous, and characters like Liu Shichang were obviously the most dangerous.

But now... dangerous? Only the NPCs who were forced to watch the show were qualified to say it was dangerous!

"Boss, are you sure?" Yu Cong couldn't help but ask.

"Sure."

There are more than ten characters in this script, and Officer B was already Jie Fangcheng's biggest concession. He did not even choose the four green-robed people who stood in the hall as a background without saying a word.

This is because Manager Jie put himself in their shoes and thought that there are only seven of them, so they probably need to find some external help. Wouldn't that leave those without lines to others

Yu Cong cannot understand the boss's unique caring attitude, but the fact that Jie Fangcheng does not fight for more lines is indeed a pleasant surprise to everyone.

The allocation of the remaining roles was also quick. Whoever wanted to play the uncontroversial role could do so, and for the controversial roles, everyone drew lots, and the problem of role allocation was solved in minutes.

The audience who had been pulled up from the audience to watch the show finally saw their roles assigned and could start listening to the show. The expressions of the corpses looked so pious in the morning sun, as if they deeply hoped that they could go back after listening to it once.

Then they found out that they had expected too early.

Not to mention other players who had never listened to opera a few times, even people like Jie Fangcheng who often listened to opera only listened and had never sung it himself.

Apparently, loving to listen and being able to sing are two different things.

The audience was quickly shocked.

Is this called drama

Seven people wearing red inner garments, some with uncombed hair, making their Chinese inner garments look like pajamas, stood on the stage and recited their lines.

The group of people didn't even move, let alone dress up. They just sat in a circle, some with their backs to the audience, while the only script was passed around among everyone.

Some people even ask, "How do you pronounce this word?"

He is quite polite and even says "thank you" after being told.

You dare call this a drama

If Jie Fangcheng on the stage hadn't had the sword in his hand still stuck on the ground, the audience would have rushed up and slapped them a few times.

After stumbling over and finishing the recitation with great difficulty, everyone waited for a while, but did not receive any notification from the system saying "You have passed the level".

"It seems like this won't work." The players offered suggestions. Some said that maybe they didn't even have the costumes, and it didn't look like they were performing, so the system didn't judge their performance as a success. Others said that maybe they didn't even read the sentences clearly, and there were many typos, so it could also be considered a success.

There is one more - only Jie Fangcheng. He thought for a moment and looked towards the audience.

"Is it because these audiences are not good enough?" Jie Fangcheng muttered as he squatted beside the stage and communicated with the audience, "What do you think of our performance?"

He really dared to ask! !

The corpses were extremely angry, but they dared not say anything. They could only keep their mouths shut, fearing that they would be struck by lightning if they gave a wrong answer.

It’s not that they don’t want to run, but they don’t dare to run. The coffins are there. They can run away with the bodies but not the coffins. The person in front of them is not a good person. They are afraid that if they run away, their graves will be destroyed as soon as they run.

They shut up and realized that Fang Cheng was even more dissatisfied.

"What's wrong with you? You can't even show your support?"

You can support me, but who wants to flatter me

Seeing that these corpses were not cooperating, Jie Fangcheng said nothing and slammed his sword against the edge of the stage. The brilliant golden light looked so cold and sharp in the morning sun.

The corpses applauded.

“Well sung!”

Despite such a lively scene, the players still did not receive any system notifications.

"What should we do then?" someone asked.

"How about we do it again? Everyone should be more serious this time. Don't stutter when reading, and try not to make any typos."

"Okay."

Jie Fangcheng also put forward new requirements to the audience.

"How do you usually support the show? Do you clap and cheer when the show is going on? Remember to do the same when we are performing. But don't clap and cheer blindly. You have to find the right time. As for when is the right time, I believe you are all people who often listen to operas, so you should know it, right?"

The players all looked sideways, sweat pouring down their foreheads.

The boss is really a boss. We have only seen NPCs making requests to players before. When have we ever seen players making requests to NPCs?

This works too!

The audiences were on the verge of tears, but looking at Jie Fangcheng's sword, no one dared to say anything. They could only use their own experience and try to find opportunities to applaud amidst the pleasant sounds of the sword reading. His acting was much better than that of the people on the stage.

Another time passed, and the system still did not give any prompts.

"I thought we read it pretty well last time! Why is it not working yet?"

"I stuttered when reading a certain part just now. Is that the reason?"

"Then how about we do it again? Let's read both sides more, at least we can get familiar with the script."

This torture was repeated five times. Finally, this time, everyone read it correctly, but still did not receive any system prompts.

It seems that there are other conditions that need to be met...

"It's a costume, right? What we're wearing now is too ordinary. Should we put on some makeup and wear shrouds like those NPCs did yesterday?"

"I think so. Otherwise, what we are doing now is too informal and doesn't look like a play."

"But we still don't know where the shroud and the bowl of liquid used for makeup came from..."

Everyone looked at Jie Fangcheng in tacit understanding.

Jie Fangcheng also understood what he meant and squatted down to ask the audience.

"How are we going to get our costumes and makeup supplies?"

Even though they had been prepared, at this moment, the players behind Jie Fangcheng still felt a sense of absurdity.

How could someone clear a dungeon in such an outrageous way! Instead of trying to please the friendly NPCs to find clues, he went directly to ask the hostile NPCs!

"Ah... you have to collect paper money, use your own blood to make clothes out of it, and use your own blood to put on makeup..."

Look! The hostile NPC actually answered!

Jie Fangcheng was very dissatisfied with this answer: "What? Still need bloodletting?"

The corpse answering the question in the audience was about to cry: "This is not our rule!"

"Who made this rule? Who made this unreasonable condition?" Jie Fangcheng had already raised the sword in his hand.

The corpses' heads shook like rattles.

"I don't know, I really don't know!"

They are just ordinary NPCs in the copy, and this core setting is obviously not something that these ordinary NPCs can interfere with.

Bleeding is nothing to ordinary players, but the boss is obviously very dissatisfied with this matter, and everyone can only consider other influencing factors.

"Ah... Are there any requirements for movement and singing? Why don't we practice this first?" someone suggested.

This proposal was also very reliable, and everyone nodded in agreement.

But a new problem emerged -

"Uh... do any of us know how to sing?"

The players have tasted the sweetness of commanding hostile NPCs. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but continue to secretly look at Jie Fangcheng.

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In the owner's room.

After chasing away the few people who were recklessly trying to directly mention "The Black Pot" to be performed today, the deputy boss was still very angry.

"Where do they think this is? This is Shoufang Village! Those audience members are so cruel that even the veteran actors who have practiced for decades are afraid of making mistakes, but they... don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"

The deputy class leader was angry for a long time, but in the end he was still a little worried about these guys.

They seem to have no skills at all. Isn't the performance time of "The Black Pot" a bit too rushed for them

If given a choice, the deputy troupe leader would prefer to postpone "The Story of the Black Pot" to give these people enough time to prepare, but the performance time is determined by the troupe leader...

Thinking of the class owner, the deputy class owner couldn't help but shudder.

He put away his sympathy, walked out of the room, and seriously instructed the people who were practicing in the yard.

Everyone is aware of the terrifying nature of Shoufang Village. At this moment, everyone is practicing very hard, and the deputy class leader feels relieved when he sees them.

Look, this is a normal actor!

After he finished giving instructions, it was already noon.

Only then did the deputy class leader finally remember.

"Where are the people who performed in 'The Black Pot'?" asked the deputy owner.

It was no secret that Jie Fangcheng and the others had gone out. When someone said this, the deputy class leader was stunned for a moment and vaguely heard some noise coming from outside.

So he rushed out of the theater, and then was stunned.

On the stage, two corpses that normal people would scream and run away when they saw them were like some kind of hired teachers, instructing the players on their movements and singing styles.

This is difficult.

For the players, they can still learn how to use props and how to fight with others, but it is really difficult to develop acting skills from scratch. The two corpses seemed to want to die with them countless times.

The deputy class leader looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

When did the audience of Shoufang Village become so gentle and kind? They are even giving instructions on the play

It was Jie Fangcheng, who had been leaning on his sword and doing nothing, who first saw the deputy class leader. He even nodded at him politely.

The deputy class leader also nodded at him with a magical expression.

Then Xie Fangcheng seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up, he said something to the players who were still rehearsing nearby, and then jumped directly off the stage.

Jie Fangcheng was completely unaware and walked up to the deputy class leader: "Deputy class leader, I just happen to have something to ask you."

The deputy class leader stared at him blankly, and finally nodded: "It just so happens that I also have something to ask you..."

"Does our troupe have normal costumes?"

Jie Fangcheng asked.

The deputy class leader was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Can you lend it to us?"

The deputy troupe leader frowned and said, "You guys are going to wear normal costumes when you perform The Black Pot? Let me remind you, the audience in Shoufang Village doesn't like..."

The speech stopped abruptly.

The two "teachers" on the stage just taught a point that deserved applause. The audience below had been tortured countless times and at this moment they clapped reflexively.

And there are a lot more viewers than before.

There was no other way. Xie Fangcheng wanted to find a few people who could sing opera, but it happened that the first batch of NPCs he found didn’t know how to sing, so Manager Xie had to start over again.

At this time, there were about twenty people in the audience, all of them were well-behaved and obedient. They applauded when they were asked to, cheered when they were asked to, and were very afraid of death.

This scene once again shocked the deputy class leader.

Over there, Jie Fangcheng said calmly: "No, they will like ordinary costumes."

I can't help but like it.

The deputy old boss looked at him blankly.

Jie Fangcheng asked again to confirm: "Can we borrow it? If so, can you lend it to us now?"

It's almost lunch time again, and it would be great if I could change into the right clothes and outfit and get through the level again.

The deputy class leader looked at him and nodded after a while: "You can lend it to me, but I have a condition."

"What conditions?"

"Can you please... kill the boss?"

"Kill the boss?"

The deputy troupe owner nodded affirmatively: "Yes! If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have to come to Shoufang Village to perform every few days. Just because Shoufang Village pays more money, she doesn't take our lives seriously! We don't want to listen to her, but there is nothing we can do. The indentures of the theater's people are in the hands of the troupe owner."

"Then can't you kill her yourself?" Jie Fangcheng asked curiously.

The deputy class leader laughed bitterly: "It's not like we haven't thought about fighting her to death, but she is a monster! A real monster!"

When mentioning this class owner who he had never met, the deputy class owner even trembled.

"You'll know when you see her tomorrow night... She doesn't look like a human, she's just wearing human skin!" After saying that, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Fang Cheng, "I won't hide it from you, the troupe owner is stronger than the people in Shoufang Village, we really don't have the confidence to break away from her. If you can do it, let alone the costumes, you can have anything you want!"

Jie Fangcheng waved his hand: "I don't want anything else."

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in the old man's cloudy eyes: "Then do you agree?"

"I promised, I promised, I will come tomorrow night."

"But don't you need to ask others?"

"Ah?" Jie Fangcheng smiled, "No, I am enough on my own."

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Because of this condition, the option of completing the dungeon before noon will have to be put on hold.

According to the deputy troupe owner, the troupe owner will not come back until tomorrow night, and the night after tomorrow is the performance time of "The Black Pot".

I can only bear with it a little longer.

The other players quickly learned how to play under the guidance of the two specially-appointed teachers, but Jie Fangcheng didn't need to participate in this kind of training; he just stood there.

This practice lasts for a whole day.

The NPCs who were supposed to go on stage at night were still in fear, but after hearing about what happened on the stage in the afternoon, countless NPCs secretly poked their heads out and found that it was just as the rumors said. Those audiences who were so vicious that they would rush up to kill people at the slightest disagreement were now all good audiences. No matter whether the actors on the stage were "singing" the play or not, the audiences were still extremely supportive.

Were these viewers possessed? Were their souls purified

Anyway, no matter what the reason was, the audience was so non-aggressive that the NPC in charge of the evening performance was no longer afraid.

The singing was great this time, and Jie Fangcheng led the applause in the audience.

"good!"

The audience in the audience naturally didn't dare to say anything and just clapped along. The scene was so harmonious that it was just like a normal theater.

The only difference was that after the show, the audience ran away very fast, and some even screamed as if they had survived a disaster, as if something was chasing them from behind.

This is also rehearsal.

The boss will be back tomorrow night, and Jie Fangcheng is going to beat him to death, and then everyone will start the performance.

But I don’t know if the number of spectators will have any impact on clearing the copy, so I just call every spectator over and let them get familiar with the boss’s rhythm to prevent any spectators from lagging behind tomorrow.

Everything is ready, it all depends on tomorrow night.

Players like Yu Cong have never thought that one day the reason they are waiting for the big boss is to kill it. If this were told to others, ten out of ten players would find it outrageous.

But such an outrageous thing is really about to happen.

Everyone was still rehearsing during the day, and Yu Cong also took advantage of his meal time to collect information about this dungeon, trying to put together a strategy that ordinary players could pass.

The purpose of compiling the guide is not to share it for free. Since the national copy last year, free guides have gradually become history, and everyone is now living a life of selling and buying guides.

This kind of strategy is worth a lot of money. Yu Cong collected it very seriously, but after collecting it, he looked at the clues and couldn't figure out how to pass the level.

There is no way. They are now embarking on a completely different path to pass the level from ordinary players. Even if they collect more clues, it will be useless. Their experience in passing the dungeon this time is completely unsuitable for ordinary players.

It looks like the guide for this dungeon is no longer available.

Yu Cong sighed like this while eating dinner. After listening to him, Jie Fangcheng couldn't help but think in his heart that if Zhang Daoan was in this book, with that kid's vision, he would probably know how to pass the level on the first day and start making a revolution right after that.

I'll have to try my best to clear the level with that guy in the future!

Jie Fangcheng felt that his KPI in this book had already exceeded the limit, which was totally inconsistent with the personal philosophy of an old office worker who just did nothing.

In everyone's thoughts, finally, the boss who was only heard of in name only came back from the city.

The deputy boss said that the boss was a monster in human skin - this is quite biased.

Jie Fangcheng looked at the troupe owner who pushed open the theater door... This person's skin is not good enough.

At the door, a huge woman wearing a bright red gauze dress and with a very beautiful face but about two meters tall walked in.

As she walked, her skirt fluttering, the players couldn't help but exchange glances with each other.

There are clearly four legs under the gauze skirt.

The class leader walked in front of the crowd on all fours. She first looked at Jie Fangcheng, and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Such a beautiful face... perfect for collection!

The troupe owner's eyes were cast over Jie Fangcheng, carefully describing his features, as if he wanted to peel off his face right now, but he still had a fake smile on his face: "You are the newcomers, right? Don't be nervous, tomorrow will be your first time on stage, I will be watching you from the audience."

—Look at how miserable you die.

The class owner added happily in his heart.

At this moment, the face she had been staring at just now also looked at her: "Really?"

The class owner looked at him greedily.

This face is so suitable for her!

The air seems to be filled with a pleasant floral scent, which makes people unable to help but indulge in it.

The class owner seemed to vaguely see that he had already made a move on this face and placed it on his own face... No!

In just half a second, the class owner came to his senses, but a sword had already been chopped down on his head.

A scream resounded throughout the theater. Jie Fangcheng did not hold back, and the troupe owner looked like he was being driven directly into the ground by a pile driver. He looked at him with a pair of horrified eyes, and before he died, he couldn't help asking, "No one can beat me! Who are you?!"

Jie Fangcheng just sneered: "You will know the answer to this question when you reach the underworld."

After saying this, he struck with the second sword.

The boss died just like that.

She died so easily that Yu Cong couldn't help but confirm again: "Did we really kill the BOSS of the first-level dungeon?"

Zhang E reminded him: "Brother, you are going too far! It's not 'we'!"

After all, this was just a personal kill by Jie Fangcheng.

really.

The fragrance of flowers is Yu Cong's personal skill, which can confuse NPCs for a short period of time.

But this skill is indeed very short-lived. He had used it to confuse pursuers behind him when he was escaping before. This was the first time, and the BOSS died immediately after being confused.

Is this the boss

Yu Cong looked at Jie Fangcheng in front of him with passionate eyes, feeling very excited: "Boss! What should we do next!"

Jie Fangcheng looked at him speechlessly: "Go on stage and perform."

Every time at this time, Xie Fangcheng missed Zhang Daoan very much.

"oh oh!"

However, since he was about to test whether he could clear the dungeon, Jie Fangcheng was in a good mood.

He waved his hand: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)