The Strange Face-Changing Technique of Sichuan Opera (Part 2)
As the man pressed on like a demon, everyone's nerves were on edge, a fierce battle imminent. Lin Yu's mind raced with anxiety, and he suddenly remembered the notebook the teahouse owner had given him, which seemed to contain some instructions for dealing with special situations. He watched the man warily from the corner of his eye, and anxiously, he quickly dug out the worn notebook from his backpack. The rustling of paper was particularly piercing in the silent, oppressive atmosphere. Every second of delay felt like a race against death.
"Found it!" Lin Yu's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "It says above that when encountering this kind of situation where you are controlled by a strange power, you must use the specific singing and hand gestures in Sichuan Opera to resolve it." However, even though he found a way, his heart was still full of worries. He was not sure whether this method was really effective. After all, the strange power displayed by the man in front of him was too strong.
Old Chen looked at Lin Yu with a puzzled look on his face, with a hint of doubt and anxiety in his eyes: "Is it that simple? Can it work? This weird guy is not even afraid of talismans. Can it be solved with a few singing and gestures?" Old Chen was full of uncertainty. Years of experience told him that things are often not so simple, but at the moment there is no better way.
Lin Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart. He also encouraged himself, "Let's give it a try! There's no other way." Then, following the notes in his notebook, he began singing a strange Sichuan opera tune. The melody was incredibly strange, as if it didn't belong to this world. The sound echoed through the empty, eerie courtyard like the cry of a night owl, imbued with an indescribable sense of desolation and strangeness. Simultaneously, he made complex hand gestures, his fingers dancing rapidly in the air, as if communicating with some invisible force.
Following Lin Yu's strange singing and gestures, the man's once resolute steps actually slowed to a halt. His once ferocious, ferocious expression seemed to change slightly, no longer filled with pure malice. But the man remained silent, simply standing there, his hollow eyes fixed on Lin Yu, as if he could see through him. This caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Lin Yu's back, and he secretly wondered, "Could this method really work? Why is he still staring at me like that?"
Professor Li's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he whispered to Lao Chen and Xiao Zhao, "It seems to be working. Everyone stay vigilant and be ready to deal with emergencies at any time. The power behind this is mysterious and unpredictable, so we must not take it lightly." Although Professor Li saw a glimmer of hope, his years of scientific research experience made him know that things would not end easily, and unknown dangers might still be hidden in the dark.
Lin Yu continued singing, his voice growing louder and more resolute, attempting to dispel the fear within him. Suddenly, the man's facial expressions began to shift with the swiftness of a whirlwind. While the speed of these changes was still blindingly rapid, they were no longer frightening and terrifying. Instead, they seemed to respond to Lin Yu's singing in a strange way. This sparked a glimmer of hope in Lin Yu's heart: "Could these facial changes truly have some deeper meaning? Could they be related to the secret of the ancient mirror?"
"Lin Yu, look at his facial makeup. It seems to be conveying something," Professor Li pointed at the man, his eyes gleaming with excitement and nervousness. He keenly sensed that these facial changes were no accident and must be hiding important clues.
As Lin Yu sang, he focused on the changes in the man's facial makeup. He noticed that whenever the mask shifted to a specific pattern, it seemed to bear some resemblance to the symbols on the ancient mirror. He was overjoyed, "I understand! These changes in the facial makeup are hinting at the secrets of the ancient mirror! But what do these similarities mean? How can we interpret them?"
At this moment, the man's face, which had been frozen for the last time, unexpectedly transformed into a familiar face—Zhang Heling's. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, his lips bluish purple, almost black, and his eyes were filled with pain and pleading, as if he were telling everyone about the endless torture he had endured.
"Zhang Heling? What on earth happened to you?" Lin Yu stopped singing and asked loudly, his heart filled with confusion and sympathy. He was eager to know the truth behind all this, what had led Zhang Heling into such a predicament, and what was his inextricable connection with the ancient mirror.
The man's lips trembled slightly, as if he were about to say something, but no sound came out. Those trembling lips seemed to be struggling, trying to break free from some invisible bondage. Suddenly, his body began to become transparent, gradually dissipating into the air, blurring like mist. Where he had disappeared, a faint light appeared, and faint words emerged within the light.
Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly came closer to take a look, and saw words in the light that read: "The ancient mirror and the Sichuan Opera face-changing technique both originated from a forbidden ritual. To solve the mystery of the ancient mirror, you need to find three sacred objects and re-enact the ritual on the teahouse stage on the night of the full moon. But you must not make any mistakes, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. The three sacred objects are: a costume engraved with mysterious runes, a fragment of a bronze mirror that can reflect past lives, and a facial makeup brush that contains ancient power." After reading these words, Lin Yu and others looked at each other, feeling mixed emotions.
Xiao Zhao scratched his head, his face full of distress and worry: "These three sacred objects sound difficult to find. Moreover, if something goes wrong when re-enacting the ceremony... I can't even imagine the consequences." Xiao Zhao was filled with fear. He shuddered as he imagined the terrible consequences of making a mistake.
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