Xiao Zhao was so scared that his face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "What...what is that thing? Is it a ghost?" His legs went weak and he could hardly stand. His body subconsciously hid behind Lin Yu.
Old Chen quickly took out the talisman, his hands trembling slightly, but his eyes were firm, staring at the stage vigilantly: "No matter what it is, be prepared first. This talisman should be able to hold out for a while." He held the talisman tightly, ready to take action at any time.
Lin Yu frowned, staring at the figure intently, with a strong curiosity and sense of mission in his heart: "Don't panic, just move closer and take a look. No matter what it is, we must find out where it came from." Although he also felt a little scared, as the captain, he had to remain calm and give his teammates confidence.
As they approached the stage, the singing grew clearer, each note like a sharp knife, slicing at everyone's nerves. The figure gradually became clearer, and when they finally saw it, they discovered it was a man in costume, his face covered with the same mask Lin Yu had just spotted. His movements were stiff, as if controlled by something. Every turn and every lift of his hand seemed mechanical and unnatural.
Lin Yu shouted loudly: "Who are you? Why are you here?" His voice echoed in the silent courtyard, but was instantly drowned out by the sound of opera singing.
The man didn't respond, continuing to sing and change his face. Suddenly, he stopped, slowly raised his head, and looked straight at everyone with his empty eyes. His eyes were empty, like two deep black holes, without a trace of life, yet seemed to hide endless resentment. Then, his face began to change rapidly, the speed was dazzling. However, the expressions of these masks were more ferocious and terrifying than the last. Some masks had glaring eyes, as if about to spit out flames; some masks had twisted mouths, revealing strange smiles; and some masks were pale, with tears of blood in their eyes, as if telling of endless pain and resentment.
Seeing this, Old Chen threw the talisman at the man without hesitation. The talisman ignited in mid-air, transforming into a streak of golden light, carrying wisps of righteousness as it shot towards the man. The man didn't dodge. The talisman struck him and instantly extinguished, as if swallowed by an invisible force. Only a few wisps of smoke slowly dissipated in the air.
"What kind of sorcery is this? The spell is useless!" Old Chen exclaimed in surprise, a look of disbelief on his face. He was secretly shocked. Having worked in Bureau 749 for many years and witnessed many evil things, this was the first time he had encountered a spell that could be easily dispelled.
Professor Li looked at the man with a frown on his face, his brain working rapidly, thinking: "This may be related to Zhang Heling's face-changing technique and the mysterious power behind the ancient mirror. Maybe we have to find a special method to crack it. There must be a huge secret hidden behind this, and we must find the key clues." His eyes were firm, determined to uncover the truth of all this.
Just as everyone was at a loss, the man began to move again. He slowly walked towards them. With each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, as if an invisible pressure spread with his footsteps. He stretched his hands forward, as if trying to grasp something. His fingers were bent, and his nails were black and sharp, as if they could easily tear through anything that stood in his way.
"It looks like he's going to attack us, everyone get ready!" Lin Yu shouted, tightening his grip on his weapon, a look of determination in his eyes. He knew a fierce battle was about to break out, and they had to go all out to uncover the mystery behind it and protect themselves and their teammates.
At that moment, the sky gradually darkened, and the shadows in the courtyard grew thicker, as if countless pairs of black hands were slowly reaching out to the crowd. The man in the costume looked even more eerie in the darkness, his figure looming in the shadows like a messenger from hell, exuding a chilling aura. Everyone stood in a state of alert, their heartbeats audible in the silent air, each beat tinged with tension and fear. They didn't know what would happen next, but they knew they had no way out and could only bravely face this unknown horror...
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