"It should be 12 o'clock in the evening now." Qi Buyan said suddenly.

Gu Xingmiao looked up, very surprised: "You still know this?"

Qi Buyan choked for a moment and explained, "My old thing can let me know the exact time, but this function is too useless. I have never used it-"

"I just didn't expect this copy to be useful."

"...Turtle shell?" Gu Xingmiao asked.

Qi Buyan thought about it and said reluctantly, "It should be. After all, there are a lot of old things. But the tortoise shell is indeed the most special."

Gu Xingmiao's eyebrows twitched. What he said...

It’s true.

I even feel that Qi Buyan only needs the fixed props to be able to tell fortunes, because he can even calculate the weather and time. How can this not be powerful?

"It's just that those people were very secretive when talking about disappearances. I finally heard them say that the most people disappeared on the Qixi Lantern Festival..." Qi Buyan.

"But even so, they still want to hold the lantern festival." Gu Xingmiao spoke with a firm tone, enunciating each word.

That means there must be some reason why the lantern festival must be held.

That reason is even more important than those who disappeared.

"12 o'clock..."

This is really an unlucky time.

At least in novels, or in the worlds that we have traveled through, accidents often happen at this point in time.

Even if it wasn't an accident, it certainly wasn't a good sign.

However, combined with the disappearance of these people...

Gu Xingmiao thought of a possibility.

Maybe there is another market outside the market.

That is after 12 o'clock.

"Since you can predict the exact time, then see how long it will take to 12 o'clock." Gu Xingmiao said this while looking at the center of the lake.

As time went on, the weather became colder. A thin layer of mist spread over the surface of the water, covering the plants on the water, making them appear even more ethereal and cold.

"Did you discover something, Meibao? I really like this, Meibao, you're so rational..."

"Female powerhouse yyds, this anchor is a breath of fresh air in the live streaming world. I love her so much. I like people like her who are ruthless and don't talk much..."

"No, how come everyone understood it? And even found clues? I'm completely confused and don't understand it at all. I need an explanation. Where is my personal guide—"

"According to our time, it should be about 15 minutes, but I feel chilly now." Qi Buyan touched his slightly cold back and felt that his clothes were even wetter than before.

Maybe it was because the night was so humid that the dew dripped onto my body, or maybe...

"He felt a chill on his back. Could it be because there was something lying behind him?"

"??? No, don't talk upstairs, you're scaring me, I'm a very timid person."

"Just don't spread rumors. It's night time now, and I'm on my way home from work—"

The person who spoke up and asked if there was something behind Qi Buyan was the young Taoist priest from before.

Of course, this wasn't his original intention, but he didn't expect so many people would respond to it after he posted it.

He was about to say something when the master knocked him down hard with his dustpan, his tone filled with a hint of disappointment: "You're so old, and you're still spreading feudal superstitions in the live broadcast room!"

"Don't you know that the country is cracking down on feudal superstitions?"

“…”

The man opened his mouth.

It was obvious that the expression on his face seemed to indicate that he was hesitant to speak.

Isn’t our existence and the existence of this sky already feudal and superstitious enough?

Is it the master who is crazy, or am I crazy?

"But Master, didn't you say that the live broadcast must be real? Then what happened in the live broadcast room must be true too..." The male Taoist priest felt aggrieved.

The curator just kept stroking his white beard, his somewhat aged expression becoming more complicated. After a long moment, he seemed to sigh, "Some things are just secrets that can't be revealed..."

For example, when they held a Taoist meeting before, everyone was silenced.

They clearly already knew the truth, but were unable to convey it to others, so they had to swallow it themselves.

During the time he disappeared, he was digesting these things on his own.

Even though he had so many years of experience, he couldn't help but feel solemn when he was informed by his superiors that everything that had happened was true and what might happen in the future.

Even his dusty and indifferent expression when he returned made the others anticipate that the meeting might not go well.

But no one knew what had happened and could only scratch their heads in secret.

Every Taoist master had the same expression when he returned to the temple, and similarly, the young Taoist priests from every place couldn't get anything out of the master no matter how hard they tried.

If you bother asking their master too much, you will only receive a profound and profound answer: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Everyone is worried about the future.

But the future cannot be told to everyone.

At least not now.

Gu Xingmiao and a few others were standing by the lake, seemingly admiring the night view of the lake. At this time, a few lanterns floated out from somewhere and swayed onto the surface of the lake.

The slightly yellow light makes the water surface brighter and less hazy like the Wizard of Oz.

It seemed that there were notes stuffed on each lantern, but these notes were wetted by water, and the ink seeped out little by little and merged into the water.

Whether it is peace and joy, or step by step promotion -

Every stroke of those words carefully expresses mankind's beautiful vision for the future.

Now there are more and more lanterns gathering together, and the colors are getting brighter and brighter.

The entire pond was dotted with star-like lights, and they seemed to hear another bustling sound.

The sound was clearer and more alluring.

A huge door suddenly emerged above the water, and the world inside the door was very similar to the world outside the door, and it was also bustling as if it was a festival.

The difference is...

Everyone in that world seemed to be wearing a mask on their face, and the clothes they wore were all dark-colored.

Gu Xingmiao's fingers gently touched the water, and the water rippled slightly due to the thrust, spreading out into huge waves.

But in the middle of the water, the door still exists, standing there quietly.

If it wasn't a market, I would have thought it was the underworld. It's quite weird.

But right now, whether or not to go in has become the first thing everyone has to consider -

Gu Xingmiao felt that this night market appeared on purpose.

Perhaps what we are waiting for is for them to enter that weird world.

This is very un-Tang Dynasty, but this kind of fantasy-themed event is very Chinese history.