Old Chen frowned and said solemnly: "But this is the only clue to solve the mystery of the ancient mirror. We have no other choice. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, we have to give it a try." Old Chen knew that the responsibility was heavy. Although there were many dangers, as a member of the 749 Bureau, he must not retreat.
Professor Li pushed his glasses, his eyes showing thought and determination: "The most urgent task is to find these three holy objects first. We can look carefully in this area based on the existing clues, and perhaps we can find some clues. Since these three holy objects are closely related to the ancient mirror and the strange events here, they will definitely not be hidden too secretly." Professor Li tried to analyze from a rational perspective to give everyone direction and confidence.
So, the four of them once again began to search the yard carefully. By this time, it was completely dark, and the yard was filled with a thick darkness, as if countless eyes were watching their every move from the shadows. The weeds rustled in the wind, like the whispers of ghosts hidden in the darkness. Every corner exuded a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, but the faith in their hearts kept them going.
After some searching, they found a dilapidated chest in a corner of the courtyard. Covered in dust and cobwebs, it looked as if it had been there for decades. Lin Yu and Lao Chen carefully opened the chest, revealing a costume engraved with mysterious runes. The runes glowed faintly, resembling those on the ancient mirror and the symbols they had seen before. They seemed to possess life, flickering in the darkness, as if revealing ancient secrets.
"It seems that this is the first holy object. Where are the bronze mirror fragments and the facial makeup brush?" Lin Yu said, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, but more of a desire to solve the mystery.
At that moment, Xiao Zhao suddenly pointed at the ancient well and said, "Captain, look, there seems to be something glowing in the well." Everyone hurried to the well. Lin Yu shone his flashlight into the well and saw a fragment embedded in the wall, emitting a faint glow. The light seemed particularly mysterious in the dark well, as if beckoning them. After some effort, they successfully removed the fragment and discovered that it was a fragment of a bronze mirror. Through the fragment, they seemed to see some vague images, like scenes from past lives flickering in them. Sometimes some vague human figures appeared, and sometimes ancient buildings emerged. This was the second holy object.
However, there was no clue as to the facial mask brush. They searched every corner of the yard, but found nothing. Just as they were feeling frustrated, Old Chen suddenly remembered a painting he had seen earlier in the house, depicting a facial mask created with a special brush. They immediately returned to the house and carefully examined the painting. Sure enough, they discovered a secret compartment on the back of the painting, containing a brush—the very brush they were searching for, imbued with ancient power. The brush's shaft was intricately engraved with patterns, and the tip emanated a strange glow, as if imbued with boundless, mysterious power.
With the three relics gathered, the group returned to the teahouse, carrying them with them. Only one day remained until the full moon. A mysterious atmosphere still hung within the teahouse, the Sichuan Opera masks adorning the walls seemingly gazing at them from the darkness. Inside, they nervously prepared for the ritual reenactment, their hearts filled with anticipation but also with apprehension, wondering what would unfold during the reenactment and whether they could successfully solve the mystery of the ancient mirror. Everyone knew that this was a battle against an unknown force, and the slightest misstep could lead to catastrophic consequences. But with no escape route, they could only forge ahead, hoping to uncover the truth behind this veiled mystery...
The full moon finally arrived. The bright, clear moon in the sky resembled a vast silver disk, casting a cold glow that enveloped the entire world in a pale white. A mysterious and eerie atmosphere enveloped the teahouse, as if time and space had distorted. Lin Yu and the others followed the instructions and set up the stage. The candlelight flickered, and shadows danced on the walls, like countless ghosts dancing.
Lin Yu wore a costume engraved with mysterious runes, seemingly alive. The runes shimmered faintly in the moonlight, as if resonating with some power between heaven and earth. He held a facial painting brush imbued with ancient power, the light from the brush reflecting the runes on his costume. Professor Li held a fragment of a bronze mirror that reflected past lives. The images within the fragments grew clearer in the moonlight, as if countless souls struggled within them. Lao Chen and Xiao Zhao assisted, vigilantly monitoring their surroundings. Their heartbeats were audible in the silent teahouse, each beat tinged with nervous anticipation.
As moonlight streamed through the window onto the stage, Lin Yu took a deep breath and began to reenact the ritual from memory. He first used a paintbrush to create a strange mask on his face. The pattern was distorted and eerie, like the face of a demon crawling from the depths of hell. Then, he picked up the shard of the bronze mirror and gazed into it by the moonlight. In an instant, the mirror shard shone brightly, illuminating the entire stage like lightning, blinding everyone. Countless phantoms seemed to dart through the light, emitting bursts of shrill screams and eerie laughter.
As the ceremony progressed, the surrounding air began to vibrate violently, as if an invisible giant hand were stirring the space. Mysterious light and shadows appeared on the stage, interweaving to form the scene of the forbidden ritual. Lin Yu and the others seemed to have traveled through time and space, witnessing firsthand how Zhang Heling and the other participants performed the ritual. Their faces were blurred, but their movements were filled with strangeness and mystery.
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