"Kechlov?"
Effie shook Kercherov's arm and whispered in his ear.
"Let's go! Something happened! It's dangerous here!"
Ketchev lowered his voice and pulled Effie to leave.
"Ah? But the play isn't over yet?"
The naive Effie soldiers didn't understand what was going on, but they found the scene on the stage a little strange.
"There's no time to care about the drama now, let's go!"
Ketchlov gritted his teeth and spoke to Effie fiercely.
In his perception, he felt that the force with obvious malicious intent was searching for Ketchlov's existence.
Ketchlov hid all the power of the Yellow King in the deepest part of his body, pretending to be an ordinary person.
Ketchev suddenly squeezed Effie's hand hard, which made Effie feel wronged.
In an instant, Effie's eyes were red, but the unromantic Ketchelov did not notice it. He was still anxious to leave this concert hall full of murderous intentions.
Effie snorted in dissatisfaction, and a mysterious force emanated from her body, blowing the curtain beside her.
At the same time, Ketchlov felt a vicious gaze locked on both of them, as if provoking Ketchlov and Effie behind him.
From that look, Ketchlov felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones and marrow.
"We are afraid we can't leave."
Ketchlov said to Effie with a wry smile.
"Ah? Why?"
Effie had no idea that she had the power of a witch hidden in her body, and she had no idea that she was the culprit who exposed her location.
"Let me do the fighting in a moment, and you just hide behind me."
Ketchlov rubbed his brow and said in annoyance.
If possible, Ketchlov did not want to fight because he understood the tricks of the Yellow Group.
The more power he used from the Yellow Lord, the closer he became to becoming an inhuman.
Unlike Yudkau, Ketchlov had already sensed the ominous nature of this force when he became a member of the Yellow Group, but he had no choice at the time.
Either he was immediately executed as a spy who had infiltrated Germany, or he became a believer of the Yellow Group. This was the price Ketchev paid for running away from home.
Ketchev still remembers that day when heavy snow was falling from the sky.
The snow on the ground had reached knee height, and I crossed the border alone wearing a leather coat.
When he was about to pass out due to lack of water and food, a gun was pointed at his back and he immediately woke up.
It was a soldier on the German border.
The man wore a round helmet with a sharp point in the middle and a beige military uniform.
Under that man's leadership, Ketchev became a member of the Yellow Group, but he had almost no experience in frontal combat.
But now we have to prepare for battle.
Ketchlov understood that they were followers of the Cthulhu sect.
They are the mortal enemy of the Yellow Group, and when the two meet, only the death of one of them can end the battle.
Effie didn't understand why Kercherov acted as if he was facing a great enemy, but pouted and complained in a low voice,
"You pinched me."
"I'm sorry, but I'll treat you to some gelato after we resolve this crisis."
Ketchlov swore an oath and spoke to Effie seriously.
"Okay, this is what you promised me."
Effie's expression turned from gloomy to bright and she started to laugh.
The male lead on the stage then began a bizarre performance. He laughed loudly but at the same time, tears were flowing.
"Hahahahahaha! Is this your punishment for me?"
The male lead shouted words that were not part of the dialogue.
At this time, the director on the side of the stage noticed something was wrong, and immediately notified the crew nearby to play the final background music and draw the curtain.
There was warm applause from the audience and people stood up and cheered.
"Oh, did you see that? Your acting is so realistic."
"Yeah, Cordelia's death was played so well."
"King Lear's madness was also played very well! This is a brand new change! I love it!"
The people present applauded for about five minutes. This was supposed to be the time for the crew to come out for their curtain calls, but screams were heard from behind the stage curtain.
The woman's terrified scream was so prominent amid the deafening applause that the audience stopped clapping and began to look at each other.
They saw a hint of fear in each of their eyes, as if some of them had guessed what had happened behind the curtain.
People in the theater began to discuss in low voices, and some were ready to leave quietly.
A feeling called panic spread in the theater. When those people in gorgeous clothes were about to leave, they found that the door of the trial hall had been locked from the outside.
Some people realized what was happening and shouted, "This is impossible! Let us out!"
"I am Viscount William! I order the person outside to open the door immediately!"
Behind the curtain, the situation was even more chaotic than before. People finally realized that the actress who played Cordelia was dead, and the male lead was kneeling on the ground, still holding the actress's body, laughing and crying.
The two sturdy men who played the soldiers looked at each other, and stepped forward to check the gallows props, only to find that there was absolutely no problem with the gallows props.
"Oh my god, what on earth is going on?!"
The actors in the crew backstage were in a panic, like ants on a hot pan. They were at a loss and had never expected something like this to happen.
The director stepped forward, shook the male lead, and said softly,
"Come on, Andre."
But the male lead Andre ignored the director's voice.
The male lead Andre knelt on the ground, tears flowing from his eyes, and then slowly turned from clear tears into two lines of scarlet tears of blood.
He was still smiling as if no one was around, but soon he started coughing.
Andre's chest twitched repeatedly, as if there was a strange foreign object in his chest, and his violent coughing was like that of a tuberculosis patient.
Andre's breathing became the sound of bellows, and then he pressed his hands on his chest.
He pressed his chest hard, and then the people present seemed to hear the sound of his ribs breaking.
But this is not the end, this is just the beginning.
After pressing, Andre grabbed his throat with both hands.
He opened his mouth but couldn't breathe.
Andre had put on pale makeup, but now it was clear that his face had turned red.
The director was about to go up and pat Andre on the back, but Andre seemed to be trembling and waved one hand in the air.
Andre uttered a word with difficulty, "Run!"