February is red.
The Old Nine Clans were ranked second.
His family had been in the opera troupe for generations.
He had been learning Huagu opera from his father since he was young. Because of his beautiful singing and elegant appearance, he was considered a famous actor in the Huagu opera troupe in Changsha.
However, his family's betting wasn't as simple as performing.
They only used the name of the troupe to travel around the country and made a living as tomb raiders at night.
The workers in the troupe all had a foundation in martial arts and were very skilled. When they arrived at the tomb, it was a wonderful scene. They only used a bamboo pole to walk along the tomb wall, and their movements were like flowing water.
Outsiders simply couldn't learn this skill.
That was a skill that he had honed since he was young.
When Adjutant Zhang found Er Yuehong, he was in an opera house by the Xiangjiang River.
This stage was donated by a broker from the Northwest.
She didn't know when she had heard him sing, but she couldn't forget him. This time, she had quietly given him an opera house.
However, Er Yue Hong was a little worried.
The entrance of the theater was facing west.
This was considered a taboo in the opera industry.
The stage facing west is called White and Tiger Stage. Before the stage is broken, you can't sing.
However, the title deed had already been delivered to their doorstep, and the ceremony was going to start tonight. Otherwise, it would be unlucky.
"Boss, it's too late to find someone to break the stage now. Why don't I invite Master Eight to take a look?”
The one who spoke was the butler. He had just gotten someone backstage to prepare the costumes for tonight's performance.
He walked behind Er Yuehong and looked at the worried clouds in the head's eyes. He wiped his sweat and suggested.
"Master Eight does the work of dividing Yin and Yang and breaking the eight characters. How can he interfere in this matter?”
Er Yue Hong stared at the Xiangjiang River in the distance. The river was surging, and from time to time, a few boats would pass by.
On the other side was his dock, and he could see several cargo ships docked.
When he heard the butler's words, he only frowned and said quietly,
"Didn't we invite a few gentlemen over, but they all said that there was no way? The matter was urgent. Master Eight was a capable person. He might have an idea.”
"Forget it. It's almost the end of the year. Master Eight must be so busy that his feet won't touch the ground. I won't disturb him.”
Er Yue Hong was still looking at the river in a daze. No one knew what she was thinking.
The butler replied. He did not dare to disturb the master and turned around to get ready to do his work.
However, after taking a few steps, she raised her head and saw a straight figure walking up the stone steps toward the theater.
"Adjutant Zhang?"
When he saw the man's face, the butler subconsciously looked behind him.
However, he didn't see Lord Zhang. He couldn't help but feel strange.
"Where is Second Master? I have something urgent to talk to him about.”
Adjutant Zhang had spent a lot of effort to get here from the train station in the eastern city.
"The master is inside…"
"What a rare guest. I thought Lord Zeng didn't like to come to the pear garden to listen to opera.”
Just as the butler was about to go in and inform them, he saw the head of the house walk out from the theater behind him.
Er Yuehong made a gesture. Seeing this, the butler quickly retreated to the side and bowed to the head of the house. Then, he walked behind the stage.
"Second Master, Lord Zeng asked me to invite you over.”
Adjutant Zhang told the truth and did not hide anything.
When speaking in front of a smart person, any hesitation would make the other party wary.
Hearing this, Er Yuehong only smiled and sized up Adjutant Zhang.
He was neither servile nor overbearing, and his gaze was pure and clear.
"Lord Zeng doesn't ask for help easily. What's the matter?”
Adjutant Zhang knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he told him everything that happened at the train station." Lord Zeng said that the Second Master of Changsha City is an expert in the artifacts of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. That's why he came here to ask for advice."”
"That's all? The Nine Gates are connected by the same Qi. Moreover, I have a deep friendship with Lord Zeng. There's no need to say half a sentence.”
February Red remained calm.
Although he hadn't seen the ghost chariot coffin, he knew that there was something strange about it. It wasn't that simple.
Otherwise, with Lord Zhang's ability, he wouldn't need to ask for his help.
Adjutant Zhang was in a difficult position. He had wanted to invite them over first so that Lord Zeng and the others would be there.
However, it was clearly not that easy now.
Sighing, he took out the needle from his pocket and tossed it to February Red.
Unexpectedly, Er Yuehong did not take it at all. He only glanced at the needle and frowned. He reached out through his sleeve and flicked his finger. The needle that had been thrown into the air was immediately blocked.
"Go back and tell Lord Zeng that I can't help you with this.”
"Second Master, all of you have seen this thimble before. It belongs to the Hong family, but there are many details involved. I hope that Second Master will not be stingy with your guidance.”
Deputy Zhang reached out to grab the needle and continued.
"Deputy Zhang might not know this, but I haven't touched any underground objects for a long time.”
Adjutant Zhang had also heard of this matter.
Although Er Yuehong was young, he had long since stopped personally entering the tomb. As a member of the Nine Gates, his ability to fight could only be used in singing. Even he could not help but feel that it was a pity.
However, seeing how firm Er Yuehong's refusal was, Deputy Zhang could not say anything more. He put down the needle in his hand and said," This belongs to the Hong family. It can be considered as returning it to its original owner. If Second Master changes his mind..."
"No need. Go back and send my regards to Lord Zeng. Also, tell him that this matter is dangerous and he must not act rashly.”
"Alright, that's all I have to say. Butler, send the guests out!”
At this point, Adjutant Zhang could only bow and bid farewell. He turned around and walked out of the theater.
Until his figure disappeared from sight.
Only then did Er Yue Hong retract her gaze and look at the needle.
A strange light flashed in the depths of his eyes. His face was slightly pale, and the hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.
After taking a few deep breaths, Er Yuehong raised an eyebrow as if she had made a decision.
He summoned the butler behind him." You'll be in charge here. Before you go on stage tonight, do whatever you can to settle this matter. I still have to go back first.”
"Yes, master."
The butler nodded and answered.
After putting away the needle, Eryue Hong did not explain further. After saying that, she turned around and went downstairs. She got on the rickshaw and returned to the mansion.
He went straight into the study.
Everyone in the Hong clan knew that this place was his forbidden area, even the cleaning was done by him personally.
After lighting up the lights, Er Yuehong walked to the rack and gently pressed on one of the spots. Suddenly, the bookshelf against the wall slowly parted, revealing a door. He walked straight in.
There were no other items in the secret room, only boxes and ancient books.
He walked to a box and opened it gently.
Instantly, thousands of needles appeared in front of him.
Er Yuehong took out the one left behind by Deputy Zhang and carefully compared it with the one hidden in the box.
From the style to the patterns, from the material to the age.
Even the patterns on the pins were exactly the same.
He had something to do in the morning and rushed back. He wrote some words and set the time to be reasonable.
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