Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 62 The Crane's Fortune Telling

The final and grand finale was fortune telling by cranes.

When the crane that was invited onto the stage appeared, the audience below gasped in amazement once again.

This crane was extremely large, almost half the height of a person. Standing there, it had an elegant posture, a long neck, and a bright red head. At first glance, it did indeed have a somewhat otherworldly air about it.

The most amazing thing is that after the crane was placed on a specially made futon, it actually started talking!

His voice was somewhat muffled and had a peculiar intonation, but his pronunciation was still fairly clear.

It can answer the audience's questions, predict ambiguous good or bad fortune, and even calculate some simple information about the questioner, such as the number of people in their family and recent worries, which amazes the audience, who take out their coins and silver to have their fortunes told.

Xiuer stared wide-eyed, leaning against the windowsill, wishing she could stick half her body out.

She grabbed Huang Shujian's arm and shook it excitedly: "Young Master, Young Master! Look! It can talk! It's amazing! Can we...can we buy it? Keep it in the manor, and I'll talk to it every day!"

Huang Shujian's gaze also fell on the giant crane on the stage.

What he was interested in was naturally not its quack-like fortune-telling tricks.

This crane fortune-telling is much simpler than the previous snake beauty fortune-telling.

Another thought was swirling in his mind.

The panel indicates that the evolution of "White Crane Skill" requires the essence of cranes or similar extraordinary items.

This crane before me... if I could extract its essence and blood, would it meet the requirements for evolution?

Of course, this is just a thought.

It is inappropriate to forcibly seize or buy something in full view of the public.

Let's wait until tonight's curtain falls.

The fortune-telling session with the crane ended amidst gasps of amazement and donations.

At that moment, the clock hanging on one side of the stage struck twelve times.

Midnight.

The troupe leader stepped to the front of the stage, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and spoke in a loud, smug voice:

"Gentlemen, ladies, young masters, and young ladies!"

"Thank you for your patronage. The first half of the night's performances, including the civil, martial, and special acts, have concluded."

"Next, according to the rules of our acrobatic profession, it's time to clear the stage."

"Young men under sixteen, unmarried maidens, and... all the young wives and daughters-in-law, it's getting late, time to go home and rest!"

These words were so blunt that they immediately caused a stir among the audience.

Those men who had brought their children or accompanied their female relatives began urging them to leave.

Some children were engrossed in watching and refused to leave, only to be dragged and pulled by their own adults, or even picked up and slapped on the bottom.

The little boy with the runny nose was picked up by his father, tucked under his arm, and slapped repeatedly on the bottom.

The little boy burst into tears, snot and tears streaming down his face, and left the theater alone.

Before long, the audience below the stage had thinned out considerably, leaving mostly young and middle-aged men, or a few bold and curious women.

On the second floor, in the private rooms, the waiters in each room began to quietly remind everyone.

Upon arriving at the door of the No. 1 private room, the waiter merely asked through the door, "Young Master Huang, would you like us to prepare a carriage to escort the ladies back to their residence?"

Huang Shujian's voice came from inside: "No need."

The waiter immediately agreed and left without saying another word.

In Goose City, Huang Shujian said he wouldn't leave, so naturally no one dared to forcibly clear the area.

Inside the private room.

Instead of being afraid, Xiu'er became even more excited and whispered something in Zhao Ming's ear.

She had heard rumors about the "late-night show" from others and was now describing it to Zhao Ming with great enthusiasm, though she herself only had a vague understanding and spoke in a slurred manner.

Zhao Ming blushed and repeatedly pushed her away, telling her to stop talking.

Murong Xue sat there casually, her face full of curiosity and inquiry.

Lu Yu's reaction was quite different. She sat sideways, her face turned away from the stage, her expression one of undisguised disgust and resentment, her lips pressed tightly together. Clearly, she despised this kind of immoral and vulgar program.

But she did not get up and leave.

Huang Shujian took in the reactions of the others and understood what was going on.

He picked up his teacup, slowly sipped the ginseng tea, and turned his gaze back to the stage.

In his previous life, although he had not personally experienced such old-fashioned private performances, he had come into contact with a lot of strange legends and information in this era of information explosion.

However, when the show actually started, Huang Shujian realized that he had underestimated the creativity of grassroots artists in this era.

The lights were dimmed, and the drumming was replaced with ambiguous string and wind instruments.

The performer on stage was the busty woman who blew sugar figurines. At that moment, she had her hair down, wore a light red veil, and was graceful and charming, with a fiery passion.

The content of her performance was truly amazing.

The various astonishing physical skills and props used, and even the interactive segments with the audience, made the men in the audience's blood boil.

Cheers, whistles, and profanities filled the air, and coins and silver coins rained down on the stage like hailstones.

The women mostly blushed, muttering under their breath "shameless" and "vulgar," yet they couldn't help but peek through their fingers.

Inside the private room, Xiuer, who had been so enthusiastic just moments before, was now completely silent.

Her face flushed red, and she buried her face tightly in Zhao Ming's soft chest, no longer daring to look up.

Zhao Ming's face was also flushed, and she lowered her head, at a loss for what to do.

The curiosity on Murong Xue's face was gradually replaced by an expression that mixed with shock, embarrassment and physical discomfort. She picked up her teacup, took a big gulp, and choked and coughed.

Lu Yu remained seated sideways, but her clenched fists and slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her extreme inner turmoil.

Only Huang Shujian remained calm and composed.

His gaze was calm as he calculated the time.

He knew that, according to the conventions of this type of performance, the first half was a sex scene, mainly for stimulation, while the second half was often a blood scene, using horror and gore to further stimulate the audience's senses, pushing the atmosphere to the final climax, and then quickly ending the show.

The performance at the sex show ended in an almost frenzied atmosphere.

The men in the audience, still wanting more, shouted for it to continue.

The troupe leader returned to the stage, a broad smile on his face, and loudly announced, "Thank you all for coming! Now, for tonight's final big act—blood splattering everywhere, and death on the spot!"

He clapped his hands and shouted backstage, "Get the stuff! Perform 'The Intimidating Stick'!"

The audience below the stage immediately became excited, rubbing their hands together, waiting to see something even more thrilling.

however……

After the troupe leader finished speaking, there was complete silence backstage.

After waiting for a while, no one came out.

The troupe leader's smile froze slightly, and he raised his voice again, shouting, "Backstage! Bring on the warning stick!"

Still no one answered.