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Chapter 79 Medeas
"Mr. Bean, do you need my accompaniment?"

Token placed the deer head sculpture on the table and elegantly pulled out the piano stool and sat down.

In fact, he had no interest in the dinner or Medea's invitation, but the entire Ship family had been waiting for this for 40 years. This boring social occasion would only waste a few more hours of his time. He didn't care and could afford to wait.

Looking at the deer antler statue on the piano, Token's eyes flickered. For the mass in a few days, this family has already paid too much, their loved ones, reputation and humanity.

Liu Yonglu also came in behind Medea. After he came in, he fumbled around. He did not forget the important business. In the past few days, Milly Tang also explained blasphemy to him in words that Liu Yonglu could understand.

Now what’s the hard part? Figuring out the flow of the ceremony.

Tomb worms can destroy rituals, but one has to know when to use them, especially for such a complex ritual.

Others are still kneading the dough, and you go over and pee in their stuffing. They beat you up, then make new stuffing and continue making dumplings. The beating was in vain.

So even if you want to make trouble, you have to do it at the right time. Tonight, Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang have a clear division of labor.

After the dinner, Millie Tang patted Liu Yonglu on the shoulder and said that she was going to look for tomb bugs. According to her observation, the Ship family was 100% a family of occult scholars. She could tell from some of the sculptures at the entrance. Such old-school occult scholars usually had a lot of materials at home.

She will try to find a way to deal with the tomb worms, and see which of the two sides, the Ship family and the Church of Wisdom, will be easier to break through.

Liu Yonglu was responsible for holding back Medea and Token. One of them was the projection of a god in the world, and the other was the owner of the manor. If they were hanging around outside, it would be difficult for Millitang to take action.

Besides, Medea is the core figure of the entire sacrifice, and the specific process of the mysterious ceremony can be understood from her.

"No, I just ate too much to sing. I need to digest the food first."

There is some truth to the saying "play the trumpet when you are full and sing when you are hungry". No actor goes on stage when he is full, so neither Medea nor Token was surprised.

Liu Yonglu was not shy and strolled around the room in a square step. The room was really big. There were more than a dozen oil paintings on the wall alone. Of course, the most eye-catching one was the photo of Medea and an unknown man.

Liu Yonglu stared at it for a long time. Oh, it turns out that Medea is married, but why can't he see the man sitting on the chair? It is estimated that the man is dead and she is a widow.

Hey! Wait a minute! Liu Yonglu suddenly thought, where have I seen this damn guy before?

The painting in the tunnel of Box 5! The man in the duel in the second painting is him. He and the masked guy didn't win the battle, but he stabbed the girl who looked like Medea to death. What a sin.

Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu walked up to Medea again and looked at her carefully.

"Mr. Bean, what's wrong? Can we start now?"

"No hurry, I'll be there soon. Let me see if your aim is straight first. When we talk about the play later, you can put on some costume first."

Liu Yonglu was shocked after seeing this. How could they look alike? Medea and the one in the oil painting in the secret passage are exactly the same person.

"Mr. Token, I want to ask you something. Who is the person in the painting? Why does she look so much like Miss Medea?"

Token had already opened the wine cabinet when he heard that Liu Yonglu didn't need accompaniment. He shook a glass of red wine and replied calmly:
"He's just an elder who happens to look like me. Mr. Dou, why don't you sing a song first to open our eyes?"

Token said casually, he didn't care what the other party thought. Anyway, in his plan, this drama master from the Netherlands would never leave this room again. You can save whatever you want to say to the Lord of the Star Sea under Medea's singing later. Liu Yonglu also heard that the other party's patience was running out. He frowned and pulled out the timpani from the corner. This was where Medea usually rehearsed in the manor, so there was no shortage of musical instruments.

Let me sing and I will sing. Token is a young BK with a rather sei (old-fashioned) face, so he is not easy to deal with. Let's start with Medea and take advantage of her fans' weakness.

How about singing? Liu Yonglu glanced around and saw the oil painting on the wall. Let's sing something to suit the occasion.

At this moment, Liu Yonglu stood with his legs slightly apart, holding the drumstick lightly in his hand, and channeling his Qi into his Dantian. Before he uttered a word, his expression was already there, a miserable face. He sighed twice, then clapped the drum and began to sing:
"Ah! It's the autumn wind in August, everyone is complaining about the cold. It's all white, and the dew and frost are calling for help. The little frost has to hit the single grass, and the big flat is hung on the buckwheat stalk. The swallow flies from south to north and it knows the temperature. The embroiderer is still looking forward to her lover..."

"I swear to never marry Master Su. He is so angry that I am seriously ill and can't eat half a bowl of rice for one meal or drink a bowl of soup for two meals..."

What was being sung? It was the traditional piece of plum blossom drum music, "Wang Erjie Missing Her Husband".

Liu Yonglu was also inspired by this. Although he didn't know the specific twists and turns in the painting, this must be a tragic love story. It's just right to have a young wife crying for her lover!

At first, Liu Yonglu's voice scared them when he sang Token and Medea. They had never heard this song before. But the more they listened, the more mournful and sad it seemed. Although they didn't quite understand the words, the melody was similar.

After hearing the last part, Token stopped drinking and just stared at Liu Yonglu blankly. The last part of the song had already died down, but he was still in a daze, completely forgetting to speak or applaud.

This Dutch drama master was really something, especially in that era, when there was no such thing as cross-dressing in the world. Men always spoke men's words and women spoke women's words. Liu Yonglu's cross-dressing immediately refreshed him. It turned out that a man could have such an effect by singing this kind of play?

It's a pity, he is such a drama master who came from far away, but there is nothing we can do, you can't blame us if you are looking for death today.

What about Medea?

Tears started flowing, and I didn't know what I was thinking about, but lines of tears began to flow down my porcelain-like cheeks and I couldn't stop them.

She was crying, but she didn't sob. Most people would have made some sniffles if they cried like this.

But Medea didn't. It was as if her body and soul were separated at this moment. Her body still remained as calm as usual, but her soul could not hold on.

Token looked at Medea like this, exerted force with his hands, and with a "crack", the glass was crushed by him.

Token's eyelids twitched, because he knew that the person in front of him, his grandmother, the vessel of the gods, this bitch, was not crying for her grandfather, but for the masked man she had shamelessly hooked up with.

Token snorted coldly, took the towel from the old butler who had just entered the room and wiped his hands.

Medea, you should have died forty years ago, but when the gods come to the world, that will be the day when your remaining soul will be obliterated.

It will be on the shelves tomorrow. Hey, now looking back at the words I posted every day when I first published the book, it seems like a dream.

Although there was a lot of suffering and anxiety in the middle, I was still very happy overall.

The greatest satisfaction is that so many people read my books.

It’s Tuesday, and everyone may want to play Black Monkey, right? You can try it for me to see if it’s fun, but don’t spoil it. I will wait until the book is finished before playing it.

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(End of this chapter)