After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Yuan Zhuoyue's departure was decisive. The mark she left in Morax's hand could indeed serve as her eyes and ears, bringing her the secrets that the half-demon girl was unknown and unwilling to reveal to others.

But Morax also has the right to choose. He can, at any time, destroy the mark she left behind and erase this little trouble that might make him feel a little embarrassed.

But it was not until Yuan Zhuoyue sat in a small private room on the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant, which was separated by wooden screens and was still crowded until late at night.

Yuan Zhuoyue also didn't feel that the little spell he had casually cast showed any signs of being cut off by Morax.

In this U-shaped building on the second floor, Yuan Zhuoyue sat by the railing, listening to the incredible news that was conveyed through the mark he left behind.

If you lower your head slightly and lower your eyes, you can see a person wearing a black Sichuan opera face-changing costume in the hall on the first floor.

They walk back and forth between the seats filled with guests, demonstrating this traditional skill to the guests.

Many guests put down their chopsticks and raised their mobile phones to face the performer.

When the other party put on different faces one after another, they cooperated very well and let out bursts of exclamations, which matched the performance very well. It really complemented each other and was very lively.

The performers were also very familiar with the diners in the restaurant and had some interactions with them, which further deepened the fun of the performance.

She would deliberately put her face in front of a certain diner and ask the other person to raise his hand and touch her mask with his fingertips. Then she would shake her head suddenly, and the large flowery mask on her face would change into other brilliant colors.

Some diners were experiencing this performance up close for the first time, and they were naturally excited about the interaction, with a look of joy on their faces.

Even the other guests who already knew the principles behind this art still felt excited by the noisy environment and were happy to be the supporting actors.

Then, after the performer selected a few lucky audience members and interacted with them in this way, Yuan Zhuoyue suddenly discovered that the performer's temperament had changed slightly compared to before.

The movements were different from the previous ones which were open and upright. They inexplicably revealed a hint of vulgarity and a slight sense of stealing.

The body was slightly hunched, and as the neck moved forward, a black and white mask suddenly appeared on the face.

It’s Jacky Cheung’s famous emoticon.

Yuan Zhuoyue: “……?”

What the hell is this? !

I saw the worker wearing a black robe and performing Sichuan Opera face-changing. He held up a corner of his cloak and swept it across his face quickly and smoothly.

The mask on his face turned into a dog's face in black and white. Yuan Zhuoyue, who had seen this emoticon too many times, always felt that this Husky would point at her.

The performer's facial expressions changed continuously as he raised his hands, stomped his feet, shook his head, waved his fan, and shook his cloak.

The performer not only puts these wonderful expressions on his face, but also turns around 365 degrees every time he finishes changing his face, showing the expressions on his face to every diner in the restaurant.

It was hard for Yuan Zhuoyue to imagine that the four words "what a disgrace" would almost fall out of his mouth one day.

This not-so-long face-changing performance soon came to an end, and after the curtain call, the performer finally revealed his true face.

He took out a stack of business cards from his pocket, added a smiling face, and began distributing them at each table.

Some people took a look at the contents of the business card and seemed to be uninterested in it, so they just put it aside. Some people just put away the business card in front of the performer, and it is unknown whether they were interested in the contents of the business card.

Yuan Zhuoyue now has very good eyesight. Even if she is sitting in the booth on the second floor, she can clearly see what is printed on the small card that is less than half the size of a palm.

It was not a personal business card, but a business card of a theatre company. The front side simply printed the name of the theatre company, the performance time, and the contact number. On the back side, it was filled with the names of various plays.

...Is this the way to attract the attention of diners dining here, hoping to arouse others' interest and attract traffic to your own troupe?

The performer was only in the lobby on the first floor, handing out business cards, and it seemed that he had no intention of stepping into the booths on the second floor.

Yuan Zhuoyue was staring at the busy figures below, and after a moment, she heard the sound of the wooden door of the small box where she was, separated by a screen, being gently knocked.

After the voice was rang out, Yuan Zhuoyue saw the figure of a young and beautiful female waiter who was wearing a blue and white cheongsam with curly grass patterns, a pair of buns on her hair, and an earphone on her ear, walking in.

The other person wore a polite and friendly smile that he had trained, and asked softly, "Hello, sir, when can we start serving the food?"

Yuan Zhuoyue felt the progress of the conversation between Morax and the half-demon girl. He also smiled warmly and said in a slow and calm voice: "It's possible now."

The female waitress also nodded immediately: "Okay, I will notify the kitchen now, please wait a moment."

However, before leaving the small box, the female waiter left a business card, but did not have any direct contact with Yuan Zhuoyue.

Instead, he bowed politely and placed the business card on the table in front of Yuan Zhuoyue. It was the troupe's business card that the Sichuan opera face-changing performer distributed to the diners in the lobby on the first floor.

The waitress saw Yuan Zhuoyue's eyes move to the business card and simply introduced it: "This is a local Sichuan Opera Troupe that is quite famous. If you are interested, you can go over and appreciate it."

After that, he left the small private room very decisively without saying another word.

Because of Yuan Zhuoyue's deliberate publicity, the existence of "Zhongli" has initially mastered extraordinary power on this land. It can be regarded as a well-known secret to the relevant departments that are fighting against those [filth].

So when she was walking around in this land wearing the shell of Morax, she had already attracted attention, and people were watching his movements through the advanced cameras.

Yuan Zhuoyue could also clearly feel that at this moment in this Sichuan restaurant, there were many people who had already absorbed the "spiritual energy" into their bodies and embarked on the path of cultivation.

Mingling among the waiters and the diners in the restaurant, perhaps there was some sense of surveillance in it, but in the current situation, he seemed to be able to block a lot of harassment and trouble for Yuan Zhuoyue without making a sound.

The same was true of the female waiter who appeared in front of her now.

After the person disguised as a waiter left, the dishes that Yuan Zhuoyue had ordered earlier were served one by one, and the bowls and plates soon covered the table.

Considering his body, which looked extremely weak and could not withstand the slightest stimulation, Yuan Zhuoyue, although in this Sichuan restaurant, ordered relatively light dishes such as chicken tofu pudding and lotus chicken slices.

After all the dishes were served, Yuan Zhuoyue didn't have to wait long before he saw the pale and thin figure that was supposed to belong to him.

He walked into the box leisurely, with a calm posture and a composed expression, as if he had not experienced anything special.

When Yuan Zhuoyue saw the person coming, he immediately smiled, and the first thing he asked when they met again was: "Morax, under what circumstances would you choose to kill me?"