While Wei Ran was waiting patiently, the metal quill also wrote lines of text under the drawn pattern.

Act 1

Character identity: Martial Arts apprentice Wei Ran

Return mission: Take a group photo, escape from the theater troupe and successfully board the train.

Skill Mission: Kill at least three enemies with cold weapons and rob at least 10 silver dollars.

Martial Arts Apprentice?

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment. This was another unexpected identity.

Before he could figure it out, a strong white light came to his face and he also saw what he could use this time.

Mauser bayonet, food removal knife, that's all, there's nothing else.

That's all? Wei Ran couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the gradually dissipating white light.

Whether he accepted it or not, as the white light faded, he also heard the noise that became clearer and clearer in his ears - the noise that was intimate and rich, scented.

"Three Eastern Provinces?" Wei Ran couldn't help but tense his nerves.

"Bang!"

Before he could see everything around him, a slightly rough slap slapped him on the back of his neck.

"What are you stupid?" a voice laughed and scolded, "It's over, hurry up and pack up your clothes."

"Why!"

Wei Ran responded quickly, and at the same time he blinked his eyes and looked around.

This seems to be a dressing room similar to the backstage. At this time, some people around who were acting in drama were busy wiping the oil paint on their faces, and by the way, they talked about where they sang well today and where they sang well.

Look at myself again. The patch is covered with a patched black cotton robe, the feet are covered with a pair of torn cotton shoes, and the head is also wearing a cotton hat with the same patch. On the hands full of frostbite, I still hold a helmet that I don’t know which character belongs to.

With a mirror not far away, he even felt that his figure seemed to have lost weight.

How old is you at this time?

When Wei Ran was muttering about this question, he happened to see someone dressed almost the same as him, looking at a 20-year-old man holding a helmet.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately followed the other party, imitated him, put his helmet head in a camphor wooden box, and then imitated the other party's appearance and put the same outfits in different categories.

"Old Zhang, it's rare for us to perform in such a big garden. Why not take a picture?" A man who had cleaned his face and looked pretty and honest.

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Another person who had also wiped off the oil paint said, "Your camera is also a waste of money every day, so just take a picture for everyone."

"Okay! Then take a fucking photo!"

The middle-aged man who had just slapped Wei Ran on the back of the head responded, grabbed the half-baby who had just taken Wei Ran to pack up his things and said, "Zhengqi, go find your master, take out our camera, and take one for everyone."

"Oh!" The young man named Zhengqi ran out after he said that.

Soon, an old man in a cotton robe, who looked like he could be in his fifties and sixties, walked in with a small suitcase.

"The trick film sent back by Taichuan will sooner or later make you completely troubled!"

The old man laughed and scolded, "Hurry, hurry up, take a quick shot while there is still light outside."

"Who will take pictures?" Lao Zhang asked.

"I'll do it!" said the child named Zhengqi.

"How could you do this!"

Lao Zhang said, "Okay, I'll take a photo."

"Or I'll take a photo?"

Wei Ran suggested, "I used to be an apprentice in a photo studio and would fiddle with this."

"Why did I forget this?"

Old Zhang patted his forehead, "Then you can take a photo! Xiaowei, there are only two films in this camera. You kid want to shoot a clear picture for our theater troupe."

"Don't worry"

Wei Ran made a guarantee confidently, and at the same time respectfully took the suitcase from the old man's hand.

The suitcase was stored in a very well-kept way. It was gently opened, but it contained a Lulai double reversal that he was extremely familiar with, a hand-held flash light, and even a few disposable flash light bulbs fixed in the box.

"You really know how to use this thing?" the old man asked suspiciously.

"If you really know how to use it, you can rest assured." Wei Ran said, and had installed a light bulb on his handheld flash.

"If you break the camera that my youngest son sent back, you can do it for the rest of your life." The old man said with concern.

"Even if it's not broken, I'll do you for the rest of my life." Wei Ran said silly.

"You boy, your intelligence is just flattering."

The old man laughed and said, obviously very satisfied with Wei Ran's flattery.

"Where are you going to take pictures?" Wei Ran asked after he was ready.

"Go outside"

Old Zhang immediately greeted him, and walked out of the backstage with the people who had already taken off their makeup and put on their long gowns again.

At the same time, Wei Ran finally knew where this was through the big words and posters hanging on the wall.
Chapter completed!