A technologically powerful nation: The national treasure is actually myself.

“Eee…ya…”

As Lin Yang spoke, the woman in the red theatrical costume noticeably paused in her movements and voice.

Then, the woman in the red opera costume stopped singing abruptly, turned around, and stared at Lin Yang again.

A subtle change in emotion seemed to have appeared on that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Lin Yang felt the gaze, but he dared not meet it, nor did he dare stop singing.

To be honest, his singing wasn't very good.

This can be seen from the changes in the expression of the woman in the red theatrical costume.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she raised her hand gently, as if she wanted to interrupt Lin Yang's singing.

But in the end, he put it down again, turned around, and no longer looked at Lin Yang, but at the audience below the stage, and sang along with Lin Yang's voice.

Then, Lin Yang felt a strange rhythm correcting his pronunciation.

Lin Yang was taken aback.

This woman in red opera costume actually started teaching him to sing!
He was a little surprised, but quickly recovered and sang according to the corrected intonation.

Because he discovered that from the moment he started singing opera, or rather, from the moment the woman in the red opera costume corrected his pronunciation, his wounds stopped increasing and stopped bleeding.

The method of making him sing with that strange thing on his back actually worked and didn't harm him!
More than twenty minutes later, the song ended, the woman in the red costume stopped, and turned back to look at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang stood on the stage, feeling a little uneasy under the gaze of the woman in red opera costume.

At close range, he could feel the terror and eeriness of the other party even more.

Although the woman in the red theatrical costume was standing right in front of him, Lin Yang could sense that she wasn't actually in front of him.

The other party is in a very special state.

Her body didn't seem to be a real entity, but it wasn't entirely illusory either.

Between reality and illusion.

Furthermore, this peculiar body contains a terrifying power.

This power was hidden and unleashed, but even a slight sensing of it made Lin Yang feel a sense of dread.

At the same time, the feeling this power gave Lin Yang was also very strange.

It seemed to belong to the woman in the red theatrical costume, but it also seemed more like the woman in the red theatrical costume used this body to seal and suppress this power.

In short, everything is strange.

As Lin Yang pondered, the woman in the red opera costume began to sing again.

When she started singing, Lin Yang had to sing along.

Because the woman in the red opera costume was teaching him to sing, he had no choice but to learn.

And so they sang one song after another for several days, day and night without stopping.

Lin Yang was given almost no time to rest in between.

During this time, Lin Yang also thought about communicating with the strange thing on his back. Since this thing had helped him, maybe there was another way to completely get away from this stage, but he just couldn't find an opportunity.

However, his singing skills have improved significantly in the past few days.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a master of traditional Chinese opera now.

The woman in the red theatrical costume seemed quite satisfied with Lin Yang's progress and even taught him some advanced techniques.

They're not just teaching singing; they've started teaching the movements too.

Lin Yang studied them one by one.

He had no choice but to learn!
In the past few days, he also conducted an experiment. If he did not learn, do, or sing, the wounds on his body would reopen and bleed again.

Only by accepting the instruction of this woman in red opera costume and learning to sing from her can one protect oneself.

This was entirely forced upon us.

He didn't even know when he would finish learning.

In any case, as long as he tries to leave the stage, he will suffer a backlash from the power.

He could only move around on this dilapidated little stage, and he still had to maintain the state of performing.

Over the past few days, he has figured out some patterns.

After each song, he would take a break of about one to three minutes.

He is only allowed to refrain from singing during the brief period between two songs, but he must sing afterwards.

Otherwise, the body will rupture and bleed again.

It was as if he was bound to the stage, becoming a performer who never stopped singing.

After his singing skills reached a certain level, the woman in the red opera costume stopped teaching him. Sometimes she would appear in the audience to listen to Lin Yang sing, and sometimes she would sing a song with Lin Yang on stage.

She seems to never get tired of singing, and never gets bored. She sings the same few operas over and over again, yet she never tires of it.

As for Lin Yang, he had no choice.

He felt like a puppet in a play.

And so, several years passed in the blink of an eye.

Yes, that's right.

Lin Yang sang day and night for several years.

On this day, the woman in the red costume suddenly disappeared from the stage and did not appear in the audience.

Lin Yang could sense that she had indeed disappeared and was no longer here.

This was the first time the woman in the red costume had disappeared since he was summoned to see her.

Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately tried to leave.

However, he still couldn't escape the confines of the stage.

"This……"

Lin Yang frowned, then suddenly turned his head slightly and whispered to the strange creature on his back:
"Senior, please help me. I will be eternally grateful. If there is anything you need from me, I will do my best!"

The woman in the red theatrical costume wasn't there, giving him the opportunity to communicate with the thing on his back.

However, the thing on his back ignored him.

Lin Yang sighed and tried to say something else, but the other party still didn't respond.

Left with no other choice, he had to sing alone on stage again.

Because he didn't sing when he tried to communicate with the thing on his back, his body has ruptured and is bleeding again, and it's getting worse.

He had no choice but to start singing quickly.

As soon as he started singing, the injury stopped immediately.

"What a strange rule."

Lin Yang thought to himself, "This is a bad omen."

He had a general understanding of the rules on this stage.

They must maintain their performance skills to survive.

And this is a rule he cannot break now.

About three days later.

The woman in red theatrical costume reappeared.

Lin Yang wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like she seemed a little different.

But Lin Yang couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

It seems like her face isn't as fair anymore.

However, he didn't dare to look closely and didn't speculate too much.

Day after day.

About half a month later, Lin Yang felt that the woman in the red costume had turned pale again.

It glowed white again, just like it did at first.

Year after year.

Several more years passed.

On this day, the woman in the red theatrical costume suddenly disappeared again.

Lin Yang took the opportunity to speak with the thing on his back.

But there has still been no response.

About three days later, the woman in the red theatrical costume returned.

This time, her face, just like when she first came back last time, didn't have that same glowing whiteness.

Then, half a month later, her face returned to its radiant white state.

Lin Yang confirmed that this was not his imagination and began to record the pattern of the woman in the red costume leaving.

Time flies.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Yang had been trapped on the stage for over three thousand years.

During this period, the woman in the red costume would sometimes disappear every few years, and sometimes only every few decades or even centuries.

Each time they disappear, they will return to the stage within three days at most.

Each time she disappears and returns, her complexion will be somewhat dull, but it will return to normal after about half a month.

Lin Yang was therefore unable to fully grasp the pattern of the disappearance of the woman in the red costume.

Because the time when it disappears is completely unpredictable.

For over three thousand years, Lin Yang has never given up searching for a way to leave.

Unfortunately, no matter what he tried, he could not escape the constraints of the stage rules.

However, the thing on his back could freely enter and exit the stage.

Over the past three thousand years, Lin Yang has been able to sense that the thing on his back has left three times.

He didn't know how to describe this thing.

If this thing hadn't told him the rules of opera, he probably would have died on this stage long ago.

But when it left, Lin Yang really hoped it would never come back.

It's a pity that things backfired.

This thing left three times, each time returning to press down on his back. Then, on this day, the woman in the red theatrical costume suddenly disappeared again.

As usual, Lin Yang spoke to the thing on his back for help.

Although this thing has never responded to him for more than three thousand years, Lin Yang has never given up.

Since this guy can talk and communicate, if there's one, there must be two.

So every time, Lin Yang would take advantage of the moment when the woman in the red costume disappeared to talk to the guy on his back.

For over three thousand years, it has never failed to happen.

Soon, Lin Yang finished speaking as usual and then continued singing.

This had become a habit, and he no longer expected the things on his back to respond to him.

However, the next moment, his body suddenly stiffened slightly, and his voice also paused, becoming somewhat off-key.

Because, the thing on my back actually responded.

"Stage."

"Compare...acts."

Although the response was only four words long, Lin Yang was still very excited.

Because even though it was only four words, he understood them.

This is to make him and the woman in red costume compete in a play!

But... is it a contest of acting skills with the other party?

Lin Yang was somewhat puzzled.

What are we comparing?
Is it a competition to see who sings better, or something else?
In terms of skill, he has been singing for so many years and is confident that he is not much worse than his opponent.

But, how do you compete against them on their own turf and under their own rules?

Is there any chance of winning?

What would happen if we lost?
These are all unknowns.

He asked some questions, but unfortunately the guy on his back didn't respond.

Lin Yang was left hesitant, wondering whether he should wait for the woman in the red costume to return before making the request.

After much deliberation, Lin Yang decided to wait a little longer and play it safe.

The guy on my back responded this time, and maybe he will respond again.

He planned to ask a few more times to see if he could get more information. If the guy on his back stopped responding completely, he would then propose a challenge.

Anyway, it won't make a difference if it takes a little more time.

Three days later, the woman in the red theatrical costume returned, her complexion slightly paler than before.

Lin Yang didn't pay much attention.

Time passed once more.

Another thousand years have passed.

Over the course of a thousand years, the woman in the red theatrical costume left several times, and Lin Yang also inquired about the creature on his back several times, but received no response.

Lin Yang decided not to wait any longer.

Since that guy on my back has already proposed this method, he would have revealed other information long ago if he were willing to.

The fact that they haven't said anything for so long means that they really won't be responding to him with any more information.

Therefore, Lin Yang decided not to wait any longer.

After the woman in the red costume disappeared and returned once again, Lin Yang politely made that request.

Of course, he didn't directly say he wanted to compete; instead, he carefully chose his words and politely said:

"Please forgive my presumption in asking this question. I am deeply grateful for your guidance in opera over the years. However, I feel that I have reached a point where I can no longer improve. Therefore, I hope to exchange a piece with you in order to make a breakthrough. I hope you will be generous in your teachings. I would be extremely grateful."

He was a little nervous as he spoke.

In fact, over the years, he had been trying to communicate with this strange woman in red costume, but to no avail.

I don't know if the other person can understand what I'm saying, or even if they will listen, or if they will feel offended and get angry after understanding it.

Fortunately, the woman in the red costume did not show any anger after hearing this. She just looked at Lin Yang, and a glint of light flashed in her dark eyes.

Then, as Lin Yang waited anxiously, he nodded.

"Is this... a response? An agreement?" Lin Yang was a little unsure.

However, I felt much more relaxed. The guy on my back was indeed something special.

Over the years, he has tried various methods, but has not received any response from the woman in the red costume.

Now that they've proposed a friendly competition, the other side has responded.

I just don't know how this competition will be conducted.

call.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept by.

Lin Yang felt a blur before his eyes, and then he saw that he was back in the audience.

This is the first time in so many years that I've been able to leave the stage.

Then he noticed that something seemed to have appeared around him.

It cannot be seen or sensed.

It's somewhat like something you'd wear on your back, but the feeling is different.

Although he couldn't see or sense either of them, Lin Yang could still feel that they were different beings.

Then, without giving him time to think it over, the voice of a woman in a red opera costume began to sing on the stage.

This song, however, was a new song that Lin Yang had never heard before in all these years.

Furthermore, he couldn't quite understand the lyrics of the song.

I could only vaguely sense a mixture of several emotions.

It started as joyful, then turned to sadness, and then to angry fervor.

After the anger comes a sense of helplessness and desolation.

Then it was cheerful again, but not as cheerful as at the beginning.

In the end, Lin Yang felt desolation, loneliness, and despair.

This song lasted for nearly two hours before it finally ended.

Lin Yang couldn't help but clap his hands.

Although he couldn't understand it, he was still affected by its various emotions.

Whether it was a misperception or an illusion, Lin Yang heard even more applause erupting from around him the moment he clapped.

He paused instinctively, and the applause disappeared again.

He clapped again.

The applause rang out again.

Was it my own applause that was echoed or something else?

Lin Yang wasn't sure if that was true, but he didn't think about it any further. Anyway, there had been more than one or two strange things happening here, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

As the music ended, the woman in the red costume bowed and left the stage.

next moment.

Lin Yang and the woman in red costume switched positions.

He was already standing on the stage.

The woman in red opera costume stood where he had just been in the audience.

Lin Yang subconsciously glanced down at the audience.

The hallucinations seem to be starting again.

There seemed to be more spectators in the audience.

They were all indistinct figures, watching him on the stage as if waiting for him to start singing.

Lin Yang was startled, closed his eyes, and then opened them again to look.

The audience below the stage was completely empty.

Only the woman in the red theatrical costume was standing.

Lin Yang took a deep breath, deciding not to think about it anymore.

As mentioned above, there are already too many strange things here, so one more won't make a difference.

He held his breath and focused intently before beginning to sing.

He chose the first song the woman in the red opera costume taught him, and it was also the song he sang the most.

This song sings of a peaceful and prosperous life for the people of this region, a scene of world peace and prosperity.

As he sang, Lin Yang vaguely saw that there seemed to be some more indistinct figures in the audience.

There were many figures, young and old, but they vanished like sand in the wind.

The song ended.

Cheers erupted from the audience.

For a moment, Lin Yang couldn't tell whether it was the voice of the woman in the red costume or someone else's.

The noise was deafening, like being in a bustling city, but if you listened carefully, you could only hear the rustling of the wind.

The woman in the red opera costume stood quietly below the stage, her radiance seemingly shining even brighter.

White as frost and snow, cold as moonlight.

After just one glance, Lin Yang dared not look any longer, lowering his eyes slightly and awaiting the next instruction.

The guy on his back only told him to propose a contest, but didn't say what to do after the contest or what would happen.

It is life.

It is death.

Unpredictable. (End of Chapter)