Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Vermilion pillars, about as thick as an adult human being could completely surround, connect the houses to the top.

In the middle is a wooden stage with carved beams and painted pillars, giving it a classical feel.

Xu Ye had only seen scenes like this in certain tourist attractions.

But this was a strange story about rules. He didn't think he had arrived at a certain scenic spot, so he only had one last guess left.

"Sir, your tea."

When Xu Ye arrived, he was holding a teapot in his hand and hunched over.

He guessed that he should be something like a waiter or a waiter.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the man on the seat waved his hand impatiently without even looking at him.

Xu Ye stepped aside, and at this time, the play on the stage was reaching its climax.

The man in costume has a slender figure and graceful posture, and his voice is as lively and sweet as a lark, as he finishes his last sentence.

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

"Good, good, good."

The man who had just served Xu Ye tea stood up from his seat in excitement, grabbed the jade pendant on his body and threw it upwards.

???

Is it that pretty?

Xu Ye raised his head suspiciously, took a closer look, and thought...it was just like that, so-so.

Barrage: "Ah ah, Brother Xu Ye, what's that look in your eyes."

"I seriously suspect that Xu Ye's aesthetics has been elevated by Bai Xun."

"I think it sounds very good, very charming."

"It's actually a strange story about many people. You're lucky to be in the same dungeon as Xu Ye."

……

After the song was over, the actors left the stage. Most of the audience in the room stood up and walked out. A small number of people were still sitting there, looking at the stage obsessively, as if they were waiting for something.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Xu Ye was observing the situation around when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw a man wearing the same color clothes as himself yelling.

His face was white, not ordinary white, it was actually painted with a layer of white paint.

Xu Ye was stunned and subconsciously touched his face, and sure enough he touched a piece of oil paint.

He followed this "colleague" who seemed to have the same identity as himself and returned to a nearby room.

Xu Ye found a ball of paper on the stove and opened it:

[Rule 1: As a waiter in a theater, serving tea and snacks to guests is your most basic duty. 】

[Rule 2: Don’t make any guest unhappy. If the guest scolds you or hits you, don’t be impulsive. It’s not a big deal. Just bear with it and it will be over. 】

[Rule 3: When you are about to be beaten to death, you can ask the owner of the opera house to apply for asylum. 】

[Rule 4: The opera is only performed on that day, and the last play ends at 9:30 pm. 】

[Rule 5: No one is singing in the middle of the night. 】

[Rule 6: Opera plays approximately every thirty minutes. Please see the program list for specific arrangements. 】

[Rule 7: Once the opera is interrupted, please stop what you are doing immediately, hold your breath, and try to reduce your sense of presence. 】

[Rule 8: There are no real friends in Liyuan. It is normal for everyone to backstab each other. 】

[Rule 9: Please remember your identity, do not act abnormal, and do not reveal your real name. 】

[Rule 10: Don’t show your rules to others. 】

After Xu Ye read the rules, he wandered around for a while and almost figured out the current situation.

This is a theater called Liyuan, and the period is probably more than a hundred years ago.

And his identity is to play a small role as a handyman inside. When the guests have needs, they order pastries, tea, etc., and he is responsible for taking the things out of the room.

After resting for a while, the "colleague" just now asked him to go out together to collect the things, dishes, etc. that the guests had finished.

One good thing is that the waiter only needs to clean the table and take the things back to the kitchen, and does not need to wash the dishes himself.

Otherwise, Xu Ye felt that with his ability to do housework, he could destroy the theater now.

Tired, destroy it.

Xu Ye wiped the table, and a colleague sneaked over next to him, lifted up his sleeves, and placed a plate of mung bean cake underneath.

"Our guests here are really distinguished. Such good food is left on the table without even a bite being touched." Xiaoli sighed, stuffed a piece into her mouth, and motioned for Xu Ye to follow.

Xu Ye shook his head: "I don't like sweet things."

In this dungeon, everyone's face is painted with oil paint, making it difficult to see their faces. In addition, the description of Rule 9 makes it impossible to directly determine which one is the Chosen One and which one is the NPC.

He had just suspected that Xiaoli was the chosen one.

But now I deny it. After all, no chosen one dares to come up and eat the weird rules.

……

At the same time, many people in other live broadcast rooms were drawn with the same identity as Xu Ye.

A chosen one from Langyi Kingdom was attracted by the opera singer on the stage as soon as he passed through. The guests next to him reminded him several times to pour tea, but they didn't hear him.

Eventually, the guest went berserk and beat him up.

The chosen one didn't read the rules, relied on his talent to fight back, and fought with customers a few times.

But in this era when ordinary people don't have enough to eat, those who have spare money to attend theater...are not ordinary people.

After a few moments, the Chosen One was knocked down again, and this time he received more intensive punches than before.

"Master Zhou, why are you so angry?"

A middle-aged man in his forties but in good shape, wearing a gray coat and a green jade ring on his hand, walked over.

"The theater master." Someone next to him greeted him, revealing his identity as a middle-aged man.

"It's all our fault for poor hospitality." The middle-aged man bowed his head humbly and apologized: "Well, for my sake, let him go. How about we pay for all the expenses today?"

"Do you think I am in need of your money?" The guest was very angry. With a swipe, he lifted up his sleeves and revealed the big gleaming gold watch on his wrist.

He pointed to his forehead, where there was a bruise.

That was caused by the Chosen One's counterattack just now:

"With his attitude, I have to beat him to death today."

The guest raised his foot and kicked the chosen one directly on the chest.

But this time, the middle-aged man didn't speak again.

The screen in Langyi went black.

Ivan, who had been standing nearby and was also selected as a waiter, witnessed the whole process: "..."

What is the situation? Are his teammates already dead before they can recognize each other and play a role?

Viewers who just came from other live broadcast rooms: "Oops, rule three seems to be wrong."

"I think the rules are correct. He did something wrong and hit the guests. The mistake he made was too serious."

"But Pierre fought back just now. The troupe leader is on his side."