Suddenly, she lifted her tiny feet and kicked open the box she brought with her. Inside were the martial actress's horse whip, the general's swords and spears, and a curved bow for shooting swallows!
At this moment, it seemed as if there were thousands of troops and horses on stage. The flower costumes, swords, spears, bows, and horses were manipulated with ease, displaying the majestic demeanor of a Daomadan!
In the end, she hobbled and stumbled, delivering the old actress's mournful singing that pierced through the realms of the living and the dead, recounting hardships and sorrows from eras past!
The performance of the troupe master playing the Overlord wasn't even finished when he was so startled he retreated three steps. Looking around at the shadowy ghostly figures and ghostly singing sounds, they all fell silent.
Across the entire opera troupe, who could rival the person in the flower costume?