Chapter 240 Jinjiang (1)
The moment the sound came from the museum, Yan Shixun's eyes suddenly became sharp.
He rushed forward, nimbly jumped over the half-meter-high threshold, and rushed towards Zhang Wubing with a clear purpose.
Zhang Wubing and the staff were frightened by the sound coming from behind them. Their muscles were paralyzed and uncontrollable, and they were stiff and unable to move. Only the look of fear on their faces made the people opposite them clearly see their true emotions.
At this extremely close distance, Yan Shixun could even clearly see the tears of fear in Zhang Wubing's eyes. The little fool looked like he was scared to death.
As for the old man who suddenly appeared in the shadow behind Zhang Wubing, he was naturally noticed by Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun's eyes swept across the old man like a sharp blade and he made a decision in an instant.
He stretched out his long arms, and threw Zhang Wubing and the staff out of the door one in each hand. He then landed steadily on the spot where the two had originally stood, facing the old man without any panic or fear.
The Martin boots stomped on the dirt road, splashing up dust.
With a "bang", the two men fell to the road outside the gate.
But before he could even utter a cry of pain, Zhang Wubing quickly swallowed it back with his willpower, not daring to make any extra sound to disturb Yan Shixun.
However, the staff member's internal organs were shaken in his abdominal cavity and he cried out in pain.
Yan Shixun's face was gloomy and his muscles were tense. As long as the old man opposite dared to make any abnormal move, he would be ready to take action at any time.
The crowd watching this scene not far away cried out in quick surprise, then covered their mouths, anxiously staring at the two people in confrontation.
There was no smile on Ye Li's stern face. He pursed his lips indifferently and showed no emotion towards the old man. He was not worried about Yan Shixun either.
It was as if he had seen through the old man's soul the first time he saw him.
However, Xie Lin, who was participating in the program for the first time, looked around nervously, as if he wanted to say something.
Judging from his anxious look, he was probably worried about Yan Shixun and wanted to rush over with everyone to save him.
Unexpectedly, everyone kept a safe distance from that side.
This made Xie Lin a little confused.
Obviously, although he had learned about the program before coming and had made preparations in advance, the public opinion group did not allow the topic of the program to be expanded without control or for marketing accounts to intercept a video and take it out of context, so the live broadcast of the program was not allowed to be recorded or screenshoted.
Xie Lin did not see how the previous guests got along with each other.
Although Song Ci had given him a general introduction to the situation, there was still some difference between seeing something with one's own eyes and just hearing about it.
Song Ci noticed Xie Lin's foot that was about to take a step forward, reached out and grabbed him, and when he looked over, he mouthed silently: Don't get in the way.
Xie Lin never expected that the people in the program crew would get along like this.
——Not everyone rushed forward to deal with the crisis, but when Yan Shixun was in front, they consciously hid in a safe place and did not hold Yan Shixun back.
Xie Lin: “?”
He raised his head somewhat dazedly and looked towards Yan Shixun's back.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that Yan Shixun seemed to be different from the masters he had met before...
After the old man and Yan Shixun stared at each other for a few seconds, his dry and chapped mouth suddenly broke into a smile, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Young man."
"Don't you have parents? Who taught you?"
The old man raised his bony hand and pointed at the big red words on the wall next to him: "Are you blind? Can't you see the words 'tickets' written on it?"
"Have you bought your ticket? Then come in."
The old man snorted heavily and looked up at Yan Shixun with eyes full of contempt and disdain.
Yan Shixun glanced over coldly.
The red paint was peeling dark red, and the red marks that flowed along the wall when it was not dry looked like splashed blood, but they had been oxidized and turned black over a long period of time, and it was impossible to tell what had happened there.
The light in the porch was dim, and the scattered dust made it look even more old and dilapidated, making the dark red and stains on the walls look so ominous and creepy.
And below the red-painted "ticket office" is the previous ticket window.
However, the small glass window had not been cleaned for a long time and was covered with dust, and several pieces of glass had broken and fallen off.
Looking in from the window, the room was in a mess. An old-fashioned kettle was overturned on the dark red table, and miscellaneous items were scattered around. It didn't look like anyone was still living here.
Instead, it looked like he was fleeing in a hurry.
However, Yan Shixun did not detect any evil aura from the old man.
Although the old man looked horrible and the timing and place of his appearance were very strange, he was indeed still a living person.
Before Yan Shixun could react, Bai Shuang, who was standing not far away, also heard what the old man said, and her original fear turned into anger.
"Old man, what are you talking about? Can you speak?"
Bai Shuang was indignant and raised her voice to the old man, "You weren't sitting at the door, so how did you know there was someone at the ticket office? The museum doesn't look like anyone is taking care of it. It's our fault that we misunderstood, but you can explain it properly."
The old man's cloudy eyes rolled around and he turned his gaze towards the direction of Bai Shuang.
Yan Shixun, who had been keeping a close eye on the old man, immediately noticed his movements.
He took a step to the side, and his tall and strong body, like a mountain, blocked the old man's view of Bai Shuang.
Realizing that the sunlight in front of him was blocked, the old man narrowed his eyes, which were already blocked by layers of wrinkles and sagging skin, unhappily, as if he wanted to say something.
Just at this moment, Yan Shixun, as if by coincidence, pushed up the cuffs of his coat, revealing his strong and smoothly curved forearms, and acted as if he was about to take money out of his pocket.
But that arm was full of power, like a silent deterrent.
——Whatever you want to do, don't act rashly.
Otherwise, I am not a person who respects the elderly and loves the young.
Yan Shixun stood with his back to the light, looking down at the old man with a threatening smile on his lips.
"Okay, how do you sell the tickets?"
Yan Shixun's voice is magnetic and deep, like a knife that has been unsheathed to reveal a sharp blade, hidden beneath ordinary conversations.
"I'll pay for everyone's tickets."
His already sharp and handsome face was full of aggressiveness at this moment.
There was no light in the old man's eyes, and he looked at Yan Shixun with a gloomy look.
Their eyes met, like a silent confrontation that only existed between the two of them.
After a moment, the old man was the first to look away, his voice hoarse and rough like a snake.
"Fifty cents per person. If you can't pay, get out."
The old man snorted, and his already hunched back looked even more bent, like a shrimp, which was uncomfortable to look at.
Zhang Wubing climbed up from the ground with a grin on his face, and pulled up the staff member who was also thrown out next to him.
After hearing the conversation between the two, he walked forward without hesitation and reached into his pocket as he stepped over the threshold.
"I'll do it, Yan..."
With a "pa!" sound, Yan Shixun, without even turning his head, accurately placed his slender palm on Zhang Wubing's face, interrupting him.
"I said, I'll take it."
Yan Shixun stared at the old man without blinking his eyes, and said, "Apart from money, if you want to take something else from me, it depends on your ability, old man."
Yan Shixun pronounced the last few notes very heavily.
He extended his other hand toward the old man, with a few banknotes between his long, beautiful fingers.
After listening to the whole process and having his mouth covered, Zhang Wubing looked at this scene and a series of question marks popped up in his mind.
Brother Yan actually brought banknotes with him, and he knew how much to pay so quickly? Although the ticket price was fifty cents per person, it was as cheap as the price of commodities more than ten years ago... So did Brother Yan just take out a wad of money at random?
However, if someone counted carefully, they would find that Yan Shixun had counted exactly everyone in the convoy, no more, no less.
——Although it was hot and he closed his eyes to rest as soon as he got in the car, and did not participate in the staff's preparations or the guests' topics, but he was aware of the people around him from beginning to end and kept everything in mind.
The old man took a quick look and got a pretty good idea in his mind, which really matched the number of living people nearby.
Accurate to the last detail, cause and effect are fully resolved.
The old man pursed his lips, and his wrinkled face became distorted and hideous.
But in the end he said nothing. He just looked at Yan Shixun solemnly, snatched the banknotes from Yan Shixun's hand viciously, and snorted a few times in displeasure. Although he was reluctant, he had to turn around with his hands behind his back and walk into the yard.
Cleared the way for everyone to go inside.
Only then did Yan Shixun release his hand that was covering Zhang Wubing's mouth.
As soon as he withdrew his hand, he found a few spots of saliva on his palm.
Yan Shixun: “…………”
He took out his handkerchief with a look of disgust and quickly wiped his palms clean: "Zhang Dabing, you are almost disgusting to death."
Before Zhang Wubing could react to what was happening, Yan Shixun scolded him. He immediately burst into tears and felt very sad.
Yan Shixun turned slightly to look back and raised his chin: "Come here, didn't you say you wanted to visit the museum?"
"I've already paid for the entrance and exit tickets. If I don't go in, the old man will owe me something."
As he spoke, Yan Shixun glanced meaningfully at the old man not far away.
The old man didn't expect Yan Shixun to talk about him. He was caught off guard and showed some surprise. Then he was reluctant, but as if he had received money to buy his life, he had to accept it with a pinch of his nose. He said unhappily: "If you want to go in, go in quickly. Watch whatever you want."
The guests didn't care about this weird old man.
Since Brother Yan said it was okay, they had nothing to be afraid of.
So, everyone regained their curiosity and ease as they had in the previous spring outing and walked towards the gate.
"This opera-like voice..."
An Nanyuan leaned against the door frame and looked inside. Only half of his body was exposed. He asked hesitantly, "Yes, what is it?"
No wonder Annan was afraid.
In his mind, all the horror movies and clips he had seen in the past emerged.
Although he didn't even get close, let alone see what was in the museum in person, he had already thought of Sadako all the way to the embroidered shoes, and his thoughts had jumped from the yellow-skinned grave to the ghost theater troupe.
Annan originally thought that there might be a group of opera singers who had turned into ghosts hiding in the yard, but they had not noticed the fact that they were dead at all. They were still on the stage with pale faces and rosy cheeks, their sleeves fluttering, and singing in a baby voice.
And in the audience, there were confused ghosts sitting there, with lifeless eyes, mechanically cheering for the ghost troupe...
After taking the money, the old man seemed particularly impatient, as if Yan Shixun had ruined his good fortune by giving him the ticket money.
When he heard someone raise a question, he didn't look weird like Bai Shuang did just now. Instead, he seemed to want everyone to leave quickly. Although he was impatient, he still explained: "Didn't you break in without permission and turn on the CD player?"
"ah?"
An Nanyuan obviously didn't expect this answer, and his face was confused for a moment.
The others seemed to remember something and looked towards Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing then remembered that when he and the staff went in to check, they did see the disc and projector, and they even tried to see if they could be used.
However, he clearly remembered that he saw that the CD player was working, so he immediately turned it off and walked out.
After all, there are so many people waiting for him outside, and he can't waste time inside.
Did he remember it wrong?
Zhang Wubing scratched his head in confusion and turned to look at the staff.
The staff member also shook his head blankly: "We were in a hurry at that time and didn't pay attention to such a small matter..."
However, after everyone found out that it was a false alarm, they all put on their smiles again and followed Yan Shixun inside, talking and laughing.
Yan Shixun stopped after walking out of the porch and waited for Ye Li to come over.
"This museum... I always felt something was wrong, but upon closer inspection, the cause and effect were balanced, and there was no ghostly aura."
Yan Shixun frowned and asked Ye Li in a low voice, "Did I see it wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Li swept his eyes across the courtyard.
The old man, who originally looked impatient, shrank his hunched body in fear the moment he met Ye Li's gaze, trying to shrink himself even smaller and disappear from Ye Li's sight.
That is the fear of being seen through.
No one likes the feeling that all secrets have nowhere to hide.
What’s more, these people already have something to hide.
Ye Li quickly withdrew his gaze and whispered to Yan Shixun: "You are not mistaken, there is indeed no extra cause and effect here."
It would be fine if he was the only one who was wrong, but even the ghosts and gods who controlled life and death said frankly that there was no cause and effect here...
Yan Shixun frowned tightly, unable to understand the situation in front of him for a moment.
At the same time, he also recalled the heavy cause and effect he had seen in Xie Lin.
People who seem to have no cause and effect on the surface are actually entangled in cause and effect and surrounded by sin.
But in places where an uncomfortable atmosphere is everywhere, there is no cause and effect.
This made Yan Shixun feel strange.
However, precisely because the old man and the museum made Yan Shixun extremely wary, when the old man mentioned the tickets, Yan Shixun took out the corresponding money for everyone without saying a word and handed it over.
Moreover, he took out his own money from his own pocket and handed it to the old man personally.
The possible cause and effect of everyone in the program team visiting the museum was transferred from everyone to Yan Shixun.
Although it seems that the old man is a little weird now, he didn't do anything beyond the normal limits.
But Yan Shixun still took cautious precautions.
Moreover, even though he knew very well that when the guests entered the museum for visit and filming, not all the members of the program crew would come in, and more logistics personnel would stay in the car outside waiting.
However, he still paid everyone's money exactly.
Yan Shixun always feels that there is an imbalance in cause and effect here, so he is particularly wary of cause and effect.
He didn't want to owe the weird old man anything. Even if he really wanted to take away his karma or yang energy, he would only take it from him who had paid the money, and would not affect the program crew.
Yan Shixun is not a person who will be easily shaken, he has full confidence in himself.
What's more, Ye Li was by his side at this time, who could serve as evidence.
Such a strange conclusion made Yan Shixun feel confused and he turned his attention to Xie Lin again.
Xie Lin originally thought that something was going to happen. After all, many of the reviews about this program that he had searched for before said that there were ghosts in the program, that there were often dangers, and that the director was particularly unlucky.
Even Song Ci suffered such a serious hidden injury in the previous episode that he had to recuperate in the hospital for such a long time.
Therefore, when Xie Lin signed the danger notice sent by the director team, he was mentally prepared.
He thought that he was so unlucky this time and encountered danger as soon as he arrived at the destination. He was even nervous and ready to support Yan Shixun and protect Song Ci at any time.
But I didn't expect that there was just a lot of thunder but little rain, and nothing happened.
While Xie Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he also smiled and shook his head, thinking that some things really had to be seen with one's own eyes and could not be heard from others.
From this perspective, the show isn't dangerous at all.
Although the Shadow Puppet Museum looks very dilapidated from the outside, once you walk inside you will find that it is much larger than it appears, and the several rooms are filled with things, which really makes it feel like a museum.
In addition to collecting admission tickets, the old man seemed to also serve as a tour guide.
After receiving the money, although he was impatient, he still followed the guests of the program not too far away, introducing the items in the museum from time to time.
But the guests were reluctant to get too close to him.
Except for Bai Shuang, who was upset about the old man's attitude and words towards Yan Shixun, and An Nanyuan, who easily made associations with everything, everyone else avoided the old man as much as possible and did not talk to him.
There is no other reason.
Although the old man did not do anything dangerous, he gave people a creepy feeling. Even just getting close to him was like getting close to a big freezer in winter, which made everyone very uncomfortable.
The old man seemed relieved and even happier.
It’s like a businessman who sees his business is about to lose money, so he cuts the loss in time.
Yan Shixun stood at the door, observed silently for a moment, then took a long step forward and walked towards the crowd.
However, although Yan Shixun had no subjective likes or dislikes towards the old man except for being wary of him, the audience in front of Yan Shixun's split screen could not help but feel fear and disgust towards the old man.
None of the split screens captured what was happening just now, only Yan Shixun, who was closest to the old man, could clearly see the old man's hideous and distorted face.
This made many viewers have a preconceived physiological aversion to this old man.
[Isn’t it said that people become more kind as they get older? This old man is so scary...]
[My dad pushed the door open and called me. He happened to see this old man and was so scared that he fell to the ground. He thought he saw a ghost. ]
[Isn't it said that one's appearance reflects his heart? Did this person do a lot of bad things in the past, so he looks so sinister?]
[I put on my down jacket silently. After I left the old man, the temperature dropped by several degrees for no apparent reason. I was so cold that I kept sneezing.]
[Shit! The incense sticks I used to offer in front of Guan Gong were broken in half!!!]
The staff member who first entered the museum with Zhang Wubing to explore stood at the door for a long time, shaking his head and trying to recall for a long time, but still couldn't remember whether they turned off the CD player.
“I really remember turning it off.”
The staff member murmured quietly: "Did you remember it wrong?"
He stepped over the threshold with a question mark on his face and followed everyone else in.
The rest of the staff stayed outside, some still stayed in the car, and some adjusted the live broadcast equipment under the car, chatting from time to time while working.
But just as one of them stood up straight, the corner of his eye suddenly swept towards the museum and he saw something red flash by.
He was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look over there, and saw a blurry figure reflected in the glass window of the ticket office at the entrance.
But because the windows were covered with dust, it was not clear in the evening light.
There is no shadow either.
He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked over again nervously.
But the figure did not disappear.
As if it wasn't just his illusion, a face suddenly approached the window, and pressed so tightly against the glass that the facial features were deformed, as if they were mixed into a ball like melted wax.
That face had a weird and creepy smile, and its dark eyes were fixed on the staff member, staring at him silently, as if to say that it had already set its sights on him...
"ah!"
The staff member screamed urgently, subconsciously took a few steps back, and was tripped by the cable of the equipment and fell to the ground.
When the bystanders heard the sound, they looked over and quickly ran over to help him up.
"What's wrong? Why did you fall?"
"Are you okay?"
The man did not look at the people around him, nor did he respond to their concern. Instead, he raised his hand tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the museum.
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
The people around found it strange and looked over there.
But after looking from east to west, several people looked around and found nothing unusual.
Others couldn't help but ask: "There's nothing... did you see anything just now?"
They were not new to the program, and when they thought of the characteristics of the previous program, they were suddenly startled, trembling with fear, and stared at the person who screamed at the beginning: "Did you see a ghost?"
When the man heard this, he quickly looked towards the small room at the ticket office.
But, like others have said, there is nothing on the glass.
There was no face, nor any weird smile.
The man listened to the voices of Yan Shixun and others coming from the museum, swallowed his saliva, and barely mustered up his courage. He walked forward tentatively step by step, trembling, wanting to see clearly what was going on at the ticket office.
Others followed with concern.
When they got closer, they could see clearly that it was not a ghost.
Instead, it was a crudely made shadow puppet figure pasted under the window of the ticket office.
It doesn't look like shadow puppets used for performances, but rather like stickers used for promotion, telling tourists that this is a shadow puppet museum.
Just like the animal pictures in front of the ticket office at the zoo.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and started laughing again: "You must have seen this sticker wrongly, right? At first glance it does look like a real person, it's a bit scary."
"Don't worry, it's not a ghost, it's just a shadow puppet poster."
"They've all faded under the sun. They're a bit old. They must have been left behind."
"With Brother Yan here, what are you afraid of?"
When the man heard everyone around him say this, he couldn't help but begin to doubt his own eyes.
After all, he only saw it for a moment and didn't have time to look closely. It was possible that he had seen it wrong.
"Yes, is it?"
Everyone dispersed and continued to do their work. Only that man looked at the ticket office several times in shock, and then he put the matter aside with doubt.
No one cared about the ticket office anymore.
The evening light startled the dust. Behind the dirty and blurry glass, a face as pale as paper money was stuck to the window. There were two red spots on the cheeks, and the dark eyes looked out of the window without blinking.
Watching everyone silently...
“Yes, they are all shadow puppets from the past.”
The old man looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. He reluctantly introduced the items in the room: "In the past, Baizhi Lake produced many famous craftsmen. When I opened the museum, I asked them for a few works to hang here."
The old man pointed outside and said, "Aren't the names of the craftsmen engraved on the stone tablet outside? Didn't you see them when you came here? Are you blind?"
Bai Shuang looked at the old man with some discomfort, thinking that this was truly the worst museum she had ever seen, and it would be better if there was no explanation.
But the old man didn't care at all what others thought of him. He just snorted and continued to do his own thing, explaining every word of the opera in the sad female voice echoing in the courtyard.
The guests all felt uneasy when hearing the sound from behind, but they did not dare to leave the team or turn off the disc themselves, so they had to endure it.
Zhang Wubing touched his nose in embarrassment under Lu Xingxing's glare, thinking to himself, am I really that careless? How could I even forget to turn off the CD player?
Lu Xingxing rolled his eyes and said to the old man in dissatisfaction: "Who are you saying is blind? Who would be willing to take a closer look at this memorial stone that looks like a tombstone? My eyes are for seeing people, not for seeing graves. You made the museum into such a mess, and you blame us?"
The old man turned his eyes away expressionlessly, staring at Lu Xingxing for a moment, and then revealed a miserable and weird smile: "Oh, those craftsmen, they are indeed dead."
Lu Xingxing: “…………Fuck!”
Everyone: “…………”
As if he still felt resentful, the old man added: "It's okay to call it a grave."
Everyone: ...Why do I feel a chill on my back?
Lu Xingxing trembled and silently shrank in another direction.
As bad-tempered as he was, he now kept quiet as a chicken and didn't dare say anything to the old man.
——He was afraid that if he said something else, the old man would say that this one was dead and that one was dead too.
That would be even more terrifying.
Only Yan Shixun, who had been standing silently by and observing the old man and the museum building, frowned and turned around to look outside when he heard the old man say that.
It was just as the sun was setting. The two rows of stone tablets outside the door cast shadows in the dim light, connecting into one, as if darkness was gradually invading from the cliffs and walls on the side of the dirt road towards the middle, swallowing up all the light.
Yan Shixun was dazzled by the sunlight and subconsciously squinted his eyes and raised his hand to block some of the sunlight.
Ye Li whispered beside him at the right time: "It's not a grave. There is no dead body underneath."
The guests who heard Ye Li's words immediately breathed a sigh of relief and were no longer as scared as before.
The old man silently shrank back into the shadows, trying to move away from the direction where Ye Li was.
Lu Xingxing looked at the old man with contempt: Bah! You actually said something like that to scare me!
elder:…………
He wanted to say something, but with Ye Li not far away, he finally shut up, as if he was just an ordinary guide guarding a dilapidated museum.
The shadow puppets hanging in the room where the old man was giving a lecture gradually attracted everyone's attention.
Although the most important things for shadow puppets are leather making and stitching, after all, shadow puppets are about the skin.
However, the focus of Baizhihu shadow puppetry is on the skeleton in the middle.
This also makes shadow puppet figures, which are difficult to preserve due to the aging of leather or paper, much easier to preserve.
There are large shadow puppet figures hanging in the room. The puppets used for exhibition are not finished products, but semi-finished products that help visitors see the structure of the shadow puppets clearly.
Only half of the character's "skin" is covered, and the other half is like the control group, with only the wooden frame underneath.
In this way, you can clearly see the exquisite craftsmanship of the skeleton.
Just like a real person, every joint and movement point has a small spherical joint polished by skillful craftsmen, connecting the limbs and torso, and also cleverly leaving connection points for the final "skin" to be covered.
Even though the shadow puppets are still now, people can almost imagine how lifelike and flexible the puppets will be when they move, just by looking at the unfinished product.
“I never thought…the skilled craftsmen of the past could achieve this level.”
Bai Shuang murmured in shock: "Even if we use a machine to replicate it now, it would be difficult to achieve this level, right?"
The old man curled his lips in disdain when he heard this: "How can you outsiders compare to the exquisiteness of Baizhi Lake? You dare to compare this piece of trash without even a soul to Baizhi Lake?"
Even Xie Lin, who had a relatively steady temper, couldn't help but frown, feeling a little unhappy with the old man's unfriendly tone.
But because of the strangeness of the old man before, no one said anything much, even Lu Xingxing rolled his eyes and endured it.
However, after sitting in the room and looking up at the shadow puppets hanging on the four walls for a long time, everyone felt uncomfortable.
Perhaps it is because these shadow puppets are hung for exhibition and in order for visitors to see them more closely, their sizes are different from the usual sizes.
Shadow puppet shows are commonly seen in markets. Because their purpose is to attract children and passers-by, the shadow puppets used are mostly small, about the size of a palm, which is easy to move. Rather than carving the characters, more emphasis is placed on the fun and excitement of the play.
Even the larger shadow puppet figures are mostly within the range of several tens of centimeters to one meter, and there are few that are larger.
After all, it is a shadow play. If you want to make the characters look bigger, you can achieve this goal by adjusting the size and distance of the light and shadow, without having to bother making larger shadow puppets which is more difficult.
After all, this is not an ordinary paper cutting game. The larger the shadow puppet figure, the more it tests the craftsman's skills. The requirements for the raw material leather used in the production are also higher, and the production process is more likely to fail.
Whether it is leather making or sweating, leather that is too large is more likely to have problems. Either the final leather will be uneven, or the defects of the original leather will easily be brought to the figure. If you are not careful, the colored figure painting will fade or become mottled.
However, the shadow puppets hanging here are life-size.
At this time, the guests were standing in the room, and the shadow puppets on the walls looked like real people looking down at the people in the middle from all directions. Their painted eyes were lifelike, making everyone feel creepy.
Even the audience behind the camera had similar feelings.
[Am I the only one who thinks that these shadow puppets are good and powerful, but are they really scary?]
[My mind tells me this is folk culture, but my emotions tell me I’m really about to cry.]
[…Director Zhang Wubing, thank you. Now I am scared when I see the New Year pictures on my wall.]
[Ah, I told you! I told you! This human-like thing is terrifying!]
[Thank you, Zhang Dabing. I am now tearing down the celebrity photos on my wall with a blank expression.]
[If this shadow puppet was smaller, even if it was painted very well and looked like a person, I wouldn’t be so scared. But it’s as tall as a person! It looks like a person is hanging on the wall!]
[Why are some characters drawn so scary? It’s ok to have a pale face, but why do they have to draw two smudges of blush on their faces? The eyebrows are so black and the mouth is bright red, what kind of aesthetic is this! ]
[It may be the local folk aesthetic. Understand that some skilled craftsmen are great at making things, but they are not great painters, so it is understandable that their paintings are not that good.]
[This is probably to make the colors more vivid when projected, so it is painted so heavily, just like actors wear heavy makeup, after all, the light will eat away the makeup.]
The old man was still lazily explaining what each shadow puppet character represented and their respective craftsmen.
That reluctant tone sounded just like a worker who was forced to go to work.
After hearing this, Zhang Wubing began to doubt whether the owner of the museum owed the old man money or had not paid him salary for a long time.
Otherwise, why would he feel so resentful?
But even if the old man wanted to explain, the guests couldn't bear it anymore.
The first one to turn around and walk out was Song Ci.
The young master pushed aside the people beside him and walked silently until he was out of the room. Then he breathed in big gulps of fresh air as if he had been holding his breath.
Because the room was not big, there was no empty space for the guests and Zhang Wubing and other members of the director team to stand after they entered, so Yan Shixun and Ye Li did not go in, but just waited at the door.
Seeing Song Ci's appearance at this time, Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Ci waved his hands and said with a bad look, "It's too depressing. I suspect that the person who runs this museum has no artistic accomplishment at all. He displays all the good things like this. It's a waste."
After trying to hold it in, Song Ci couldn't help but ask, "Which museum have you seen with portraits hung like this? So densely packed one after another, and of this size?"
As the young master of Song Entertainment, Song Ci has come into contact with many artists and museums on a daily basis, regardless of whether he likes it or not, and has been disgusted by many boring exhibitions.
Even though he didn't study art, he knew how museums should exhibit their collections.
At the very least, we can't create such a depressing atmosphere.
It's as if they are deliberately making visitors uncomfortable with malicious intent.
——Dozens of people are staring at you in the same room, dozens of pairs of eyes are so densely packed that you can't escape their sight.
It's hung so high, it's quite oppressive.
Whoever was in that room would not feel good.
Yan Shixun saw that Song Ci was not feeling well, so he walked closer to take a look.
When he raised his eyes, he saw a shadow puppet facing the door.
This is probably the shortest one among all the life-size figures. It depicts a green-faced, fang-toothed monster with eighteen arms holding various genitals behind it. Its eyes are as big as copper bells, and it is squatting to pounce out of the picture.
The ghost's body was covered with layers of wrinkles, and it looked extremely terrifying.
Yan Shixun was startled at first, then he realized that this should be a character in a ghost play.
In traditional operas, scenes related to the King of Hell are often seen.
Some are to persuade people to be good and avoid evil.
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