Chapter 246 Jinjiang
Song Ci and Lu Xingxing searched the room thoroughly.
They tried every way to get out, but not only were the windows fake, the doors were fake too.
All hopes were thrown into the abyss just when they were expected to be realized.
The repeated hopes and disappointments made the young master, who already had a bad temper, even more irritable. He became impatient even when searching for things and grabbed the paintings hanging on the wall to vent his anger.
——Yes, all possible exits to the outside world are nothing more than exquisitely painted paintings.
The smashed window turned into a piece of paper with a sunset painted on it. Behind the smashed wall, the red bricks and stones were straight and flat, with black ink lines all around.
The two of them seemed to be in a world in a painting, but they couldn't find a way to return to reality.
But in Lu Xingxing's view, things are different.
He saw the window turned into a curtain, the candlestick fell down, the fire ignited a corner of the curtain, and the raging fire turned into a golden-red sunset in the sky.
There was no red brick or stone behind the smashed wall.
But it is pieces of flesh and blood piled up together.
The human body was cut into pieces, cut precisely along the muscle texture, and each piece was used as a brick for building a wall.
Blood is the cement that binds things together and the stone that fills the gaps between eyeballs.
Those dead and turbid eyes stared straight at the person outside the brick wall with their eyes open.
Lu Xingxing was so frightened that he subconsciously took a step back.
The young master scolded Lu Xingxing unhappily, saying that he was so cowardly that he couldn't even catch up with Zhao Zhen.
However, Lu Xingxing realized something because of the young master's expression without any emotion when he was looking at the wall.
He pointed at the wall and asked Song Ci in surprise: "What do you see here?"
Song Ci frowned at Lu Xingxing's serious expression and glanced at the wall.
Nothing has changed. It is still the red paint filled in between the ink lines. There should be nothing worthy of Lu Xingxing's attention or even to be frightened by.
Lu Xingxing's different attitude from usual caught Song Ci's attention. The corners of his mouth gradually drooped, and he told Lu Xingxing all the scenes he had seen with an expressionless face.
However, as Song Ci spoke one sentence after another, Lu Xingxing's expression gradually became solemn.
"A piece of paper? A drawing? No!"
Lu Xingxing frowned: "What I saw was a corpse! I wasn't lying to you when I told you that my mouth was lost just now."
Lu Xingxing said with a serious expression: "Just now, there was a period of time when my mouth disappeared."
Song Ci was stunned: "The mouth will be lost??"
“That’s what it means.”
Lu Xingxing nodded: "Although I am not as good as Brother Yan, I can still tell the difference. I am not exaggerating at all. It is real. He has no mouth, as if he was born without this part."
Both of them realized that something was wrong from the other's words which were different from their own.
So the two of them continued to search the room for something that might be useful, and they told each other what they saw and compared it with what the other saw.
Then, they discovered a problem.
——What Lu Xingxing saw was so real that it seemed like it really happened in reality.
But what Song Ci saw was a false alarm that was handled with care.
No matter whether it is the paper figure or the red paint, after the initial shock at first glance, you will immediately realize that it is just a trivial optical illusion.
"That's why you were scared like that..."
Song Ci suddenly realized, and his eyes softened when he looked at Lu Xingxing, no longer as disgusted as before.
Based on Lu Xingxing's description, he imagined a person with stiff and strange facial features chasing after him, his mouth was gone, and there were water ghosts running under his feet trying to catch him... It was indeed a bit scary.
No wonder Lu Xingxing was so cowardly before.
After all, Lu Xingxing is a rookie and not a character like Brother Yan. It is understandable that he was scared when encountering such a strange thing.
There was even a hint of sympathy in Song Ci's eyes when he looked at Lu Xingxing.
Lu Xingxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and spread his hands and said, "Young Master, you were born in the Song family. Even if you see Taoists and monks on weekdays, they are mostly Taoist priests and high monks. So your standard for measuring Taoists from the beginning is actually in the sky. When the price standard for others is one dollar, you are already ten thousand dollars."
"As a result, you met Brother Yan on this show, which makes him even stronger than the strongest. Even in Haiyun Temple, one of the three major Taoist temples in China, the only ones who can be compared with Brother Yan are probably his master, Master Chengyun, and my master, Taoist Master Li."
"I know you look down on my ability. Although I admit that I am indeed a rookie in Haiyun Temple, but... "
Lu Xingxing tilted his head, and the smile on his lips was full of unbridled confidence: "Looking around, there are so many Taoists and exorcists who can't really embark on the path of cultivation in their entire lives. What ordinary people can encounter are more blind fortune tellers on the street."
"Even a small figure like me who is not worth mentioning in front of the real big guys already has good strength."
While Song Ci was in a daze, Lu Xingxing walked over nonchalantly, hooked his arm around Song Ci's shoulder, and brought him into his arms with a grin, the smile on his lips looking cool and nonchalant.
"Don't worry, young master, we can find a way to leave here."
"Before Brother Yan finds us, I promise that nothing will happen to you."
Lu Xingxing lowered his head and winked at Song Ci: "I swear on my life."
If Lu Xingxing’s fans saw this scene, they would definitely be so impressed by his cool and reliable look that they would scream out loud.
However, there are no split-screen shots and no Lu Xingxing fans.
There is only one young master who dares to scold anyone when he is unhappy.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold. He raised his hand expressionlessly, and under Lu Xingxing's confused gaze, he reached out to the slightly curled hair that had fallen by his ear.
He separated one of the hairs with his slender white fingers, twisted it around his fingers, and then exerted force suddenly.
"hiss--"
The frail young master cried out in pain, his pretty eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Lu Xingxing: “!!!”
He looked at Song Ci in horror, not knowing what he was going to do.
Then, the young master stretched out the hair in his hand in front of Lu Xingxing and showed it to him.
"fraud."
The young master looked at him with disdain: "Didn't you say that even a hair wouldn't be a problem? Now I've lost a hair."
Lu Xingxing was in a daze: Can we still play like this? Master, what on earth are you thinking?
But no matter how Lu Xingxing struggled, it was her fault for saying the wrong thing and offending the bad-tempered young master.
So, Lu Xingxing, who had finally been able to be handsome for more than three seconds this time, was forced to kneel down again within three seconds under Song Ci's suppression. All his arrogance and coolness were gone.
Only a Husky was left with tears in its eyes and a resentful expression.
"After you've spoken so harshly, it's time to do something to demonstrate your true strength, Master Lu."
Song Ci's tone was cold. Although he called him "Master", his tone was full of sarcasm.
Lu Xingxing nodded with tears in her eyes, half-crouched and huddled in the corner, studying the scene where the walls and the ground were covered with dead bodies and ghost faces.
However, the moment Song Ci turned around, his originally cold face instantly melted, his eyes were filled with a smile, and even the corners of his lips were smiling.
This star overestimates his own capabilities.
The young master shook his head, but even when he was cursing Lu Xingxing in his heart, he did so with a smile.
Being cared for and protected by others is always a happy and touching thing.
Regardless of whether Lu Xingxing really has that power, the young master appreciates his heart and his actions that are in line with his heart.
The young master couldn't help but recall that when he was sent back from Nanming Mountain and was recuperating in a sanatorium, his silly brother also asked him if he had a good time and if he had made any good friends.
He remembered that at that time, he was unhappy and retorted, saying that except for Brother Yan, everyone in the program group was a fool, or Zhao Zhen was barely a normal person. How could he consider the rest of them as friends?
The elder brother looked emotional and said that his younger brother had really grown up and he could not keep him anymore as he already had his own good friends and small group.
He also tried to reach out and touch the young master's head.
——Of course, the ending was that the young master slapped his brother's claws away in displeasure.
However, now when Song Ci thought back to what happened at that time, he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with treating Lu Xingxing as a friend.
Anyway, one more person won't make much difference.
The young master snorted and continued to lower his head to study the ground covered with white paper.
After the two people exchanged their statements and discovered the abnormality in each other's vision, things suddenly became lively.
As long as there is blood in Lu Xingxing's eyes, let the young master look for it, and he will definitely find the paper-thin painting.
Lu Xingxing was responsible for pointing out these strange things, while Song Ci was responsible for taking down the paintings, hanging them in his arms, and taking them wherever he went.
After all, these rooms are connected to each other, and I don’t know where they lead to in the end, and I don’t know if when I walk back, I will see the same room as before.
Fortunately, the paintings were not heavy, so Song Ci simply carried them with him.
Ghosts are scary.
But what if the ghosts turned into the images in the paintings?
Both the lethality and danger values dropped a lot in an instant.
As a result, a strange scene appeared between the two of them.
Lu Xingxing pinched her nose and pointed at the weird thing with a look of disgust. Song Ci walked over, picked up the bloody corpse in Lu Xingxing's eyes without changing his expression, shook it, and threw the painting in his eyes into his arms.
Instead, it seemed like Lu Xingxing was the ordinary person, and Song Ci was the Taoist priest.
Even though he knew that these were all unreal pieces of paper in Song Ci's eyes, Lu Xingxing still felt that Song Ci was too calm from his own perspective, and did not seem like a normal person.
The young master's delicate eyebrows and eyes were calm. He held the corpse in his arms and calmly turned to Lu Xingxing and asked, "Next one."
——He looks more like a psychopathic, calm murderer.
However, Lu Xingxing only dared to mutter this in his heart. It was absolutely impossible for him to say it out loud. After all, the current young master looked really hard to mess with.
And most importantly, he has not forgotten the pain of losing his mouth.
He is now afraid. What if the young master gets unhappy and takes his mouth away?
"What are you daydreaming about?"
The young master frowned and asked suspiciously, "Are you scolding me in your heart?"
"No, no, how could that be possible."
Lu Xingxing hurriedly trotted over.
The two of them worked together and their efficiency increased significantly. They quickly hung all the ghost corpses that might pose a threat to them on the young master's arms.
If the paper figures made from corpses wanted to struggle and resist, and refused to be caught by Song Ci, Song Ci would frown with disgust and crumple the paper figures into a ball, then throw the ball against the wall like a bowling ball, pick it up and throw it again...
After repeating this several times, the paper man surrendered.
Lu Xingxing's eyes were filled with horror.
In his eyes, this was not the case.
What he saw was clearly that Song Ci had folded the bloody corpse into a huge ball of flesh. Even the corpse's already cloudy and lifeless eyeballs were squeezed out of the eye sockets due to the folding.
The scene was truly horrifying.
Lu Xingxing swallowed his saliva. One more name was temporarily added to the list of people who should not be provoked.
Lu Xingxing: If you want to make the young master angry, wait until we get out... I really don’t dare to mess with him now.
In the end, the stack of papers in the young master's arms alone was several dozen centimeters thick.
If the young master hadn't inexplicably gained strength, I might not have been able to carry him.
"So, I became stronger just to do this kind of thing?"
The young master rolled his eyes at Lu Xingxing: "If Brother Yan was here, I would never have to suffer this kind of pain. I would just have to wait for Ying."
"Yes, yes, okay, okay, it's my fault."
Life is not easy, the stars sigh.
If someone else dared to say that to him, Lu Xingxing would definitely fight back.
But it was the young master who said this, and Lu Xingxing knew he was in the wrong, so he had to coax the young master to come.
In Lu Xingxing's eyes, Song Ci now was like an invincible compressed package. In Song Ci's hands, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were nothing more than a stack of paper several dozen centimeters thick, which he held in his hands easily with a cold and listless look on his face.
Lu Xingxing: I don’t dare to provoke you.
Song Ci looked at the paintings one by one and found problems in them.
"Xingxing, do you remember that when we first entered the museum, the first room we visited was filled with half-finished shadow puppets?"
Song Ci picked up the paper figure in his hand and hesitated, "If it is replaced with leather instead of paper...will it look similar to those shadow puppets?"
When Lu Xingxing heard this, his originally nonchalant look quickly disappeared.
He walked over quickly to check, and found that it was just as Song Ci said, the painting style of these paper figures was very similar to that of the shadow puppets hanging on the wall he had seen before.
In calligraphy and painting, the strokes of a calligrapher or painter are like his fingerprints. When a person has delved into a field to a certain level, he or she will develop his or her own unique style that cannot be imitated by others.
That may even become a key element in determining authenticity, his personal fingerprint on the work.
And now, a drawing method similar to that of the shadow puppets hanging on the walls of the room also appeared in front of Song Ci.
The young master from the Song family, although he has always been dismissive of the art advocated in this circle and the aesthetics that are advertised as tasteful, he has seen too many exhibitions and works of art after all.
Even if there are some shoddy works among them, there are more works that are the essence and hard work of the artists.
After seeing so many paintings, Song Ci naturally learned to identify the strokes of ink and brush in a painting. He could identify the authenticity of the painter from the most delicate line treatment and dry brushstrokes of the characters.
And now, it is obvious that the stack of paper figures held in Song Ci's arms and the shadow puppets hanging on the wall in the room at the beginning were made by the same person.
Moreover, what the two of them found together was not only paper figures, but also many murder weapons that were covered in blood and flesh in Lu Xingxing's eyes, but were props made of paper in Song Ci's eyes.
No matter whether it is gold and silver jewelry, four treasures of the study, chairs and benches...all the sundries are like props used to set off the characters and the scenery in the house.
Song Ci thought of a person in the same circle he had met before. That third-generation rich man was an out-and-out otaku. He had no interest in the sports cars and yachts that other wealthy people liked, but only loved virtual characters.
The third-generation rich man’s room is filled with paper figurines, making the fake images on the screen “come alive” in reality, and he is extremely obsessed with this.
He even posted a status saying that when he woke up in the morning, he saw that his paper man husband had moved, the props around the paper man had also moved, and the wrinkles on the mannequin’s clothes were different from the photos taken the night before.
Although every time Song Ci saw similar dynamics, he would roll his eyes and pretend not to see them.
But when he visited the home of the third-generation rich man, he also saw figures and interesting sights that filled an entire villa.
In addition to the paper figures, there are also many artificial flowers and trees placed around the glass cover. Scaled-down tables, chairs, benches and screens are used to create a real and exquisite environment for the paper figures.
At this moment, the scene he saw at that time emerged in Song Ci's mind, and gradually overlapped with what he saw now.
Song Ci pondered for a few seconds, then spoke hesitantly: "If these paper figures are shadow puppets, then the others we see..."
He looked at Lu Xingxing and asked softly, "Could it be the props needed for the shadow play?"
The two people who knew nothing about shadow puppetry accidentally guessed the correct answer because of Song Ci's association.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Xingxing was shocked.
"Master, don't you think something is wrong?"
Seeing that Song Ci was about to get angry, Lu Xingxing quickly waved his hands: "I'm not saying that you are wrong. What I mean is that if all the dead bodies and ornaments I saw are actually shadow puppets painted on leather, and the stage props used to set them off, then..."
Lu Xingxing asked seriously: "What are we?"
Song Ci was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Lu Xingxing pointed at the window, and when he looked directly at the setting sun, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly. He was so stung that large patches of light appeared in front of his eyes, and everything became blurry.
"Master, you yourself said that those props are used to set off the characters. Since we coexist with the shadow puppets in the same space, and what I saw were not shadow puppets at all, but real corpses, then are we... also shadow puppets?"
Lu Xingxing said in a deep voice: "The sun we see is not actually the sun, but candlelight. What we see is not a window, but a curtain."
"Even the two of us are just puppets being manipulated by someone behind the curtain..."
Lu Xingxing turned around and looked at Song Ci again: "We are just paper figurines in a glass case for the audience to admire, and everything around us is a prop to set us off. The corpses are a means to chase us and make us panic."
Song Ci opened his mouth and instinctively wanted to refute this absurd statement, but another voice emerged from his mind and asked him: Is this really just Xingxing talking nonsense?
He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the whole stack of papers in his arms. In his mind, truth and falsehood intertwined, allowing that voice to prevail in the end, and his heart was filled with the same voice.
We are now... the shadow puppets being watched.
Maybe, where I couldn't see, the people manipulating the shadow puppets and the audience in front of the curtain were clapping and laughing because of my panic and hesitation, treating me as a farce.
While I was terrified, the audience was cheering with excitement.
He and Xingxing are now the clowns on the stage and the trapped beasts in the arena.
Just when Song Ci was stunned, Lu Xingxing reached out and held Song Ci's slender white hand.
The warmth continuously came from Lu Xingxing's hands, bringing with it a reassuring sense of reliability.
Lu Xingxing smiled at Song Ci, and said with a reassuring tone, "It's okay, Master. Don't be afraid. Am I not by your side?"
"No matter how dangerous the situation is, we have a way to get out. Don't be afraid, trust me."
Lu Xingxing grinned and raised his head proudly, "I am Yan Shixun's nephew, I will never embarrass that man. Besides, my uncle and aunt are backing me up. If they want to touch me, they have to see if they can afford to offend my uncle and aunt."
Song Ci was amused.
The original tension disappeared, he smiled and raised his leg to lightly kick Lu Xingxing, scolding with a smile: "You are indeed better at being shameless."
Lu Xingxing didn't dodge either, but took the kick with a grimace.
He chuckled and moved closer to Song Ci, and whispered in Song Ci's ear the plan he had already thought of.
Song Ci looked at Lu Xingxing in surprise, but Lu Xingxing just nodded at him and encouraged him to move forward.
Lu Xingxing held Song Ci's hand with one hand and calmly led him to the window. Then Song Ci took a deep breath and threw the whole stack of papers in his hand towards the window according to the plan Lu Xingxing told him.
At that moment, Song Ci quickly retreated, and Lu Xingxing rushed forward and pressed the window with his hand.
Their eyes met and their vision began to merge.
The piece of paper in Song Ci's eyes was ignited by the candlelight in Lu Xingxing's eyes with a "whoosh".
The flames shot up rapidly and instantly enveloped the entire curtain.
Along with the smell of burnt blood came ear-piercing screams.
Lu Xingxing saw that the corpses were burning with fire, and their stiff fingers were desperately clinging to the cracks in the bricks outside the flames, trying to crawl out and escape from it all.
But in the end it was completely devoured by the flames.
The flesh and blood quickly turned into a piece of charcoal in the flames, only the eye sockets revealed the flames behind them. The skeleton stared at Lu Xingxing in the golden red, as if trying to remember this face.
Before Song Ci could react, Lu Xingxing grabbed his arm and hid him behind his back.
In Song Ci's eyes, the paper man turned into ashes, leaving only the burnt smell spreading in the air.
But Lu Xingxing, who knew that he was not strong enough and had been vigilant in order to protect Song Ci, suddenly noticed the fluctuations under his feet.
It felt like a head hitting the sole of my shoe.
Lu Xingxing looked down and saw the hideous ghost face that he had seen before reappear under his feet.
He seemed to be standing on an endless lake, and the rooms and walls around him had disappeared.
Even the curtain, whose edges had been scorched black by the candle smoke, had disappeared.
Fog gathered from all directions, and the cold air penetrated the clothes and got into the collar, causing goose bumps to appear on the skin and the hairs to stand on end.
Lu Xingxing didn't care about his physiological reaction. He just frowned and tightened Song Ci's wrist beside him, and asked him in a low voice: "Master, what are you seeing now?"
Song Ci saw that the snow-white walls and ceiling of the entire room were connected into one piece. There were no longer any paintings on the walls, and there were no windows or fake sunsets.
All that was left was the white paper that had been torn apart by the two people's feet, scattered on the ground.
And beneath the pieces of white paper, the cold lake surface was half covered.
And the hideous ghost faces that had been deformed and were tightly attached to the surface of the lake.
In Lu Xingxing's eyes, these pieces of torn white paper looked like paper money that were scattered into the sky and then fell to the ground during a funeral, fluttering down.
Covering the entire lake surface.
…
"Huh?"
Nantian suddenly shouted in surprise, squinting his eyes and moving closer to the shadow puppet hanging on the wall, wanting to confirm whether he was seeing things or the edges of the shadow puppet were really burnt.
It was as if an invisible flame was licking the edge of the shadow puppet, causing the originally colorful puppet to gradually curl up and become charred, and there was also a smell of burnt animal fur.
Nan Tian was startled and turned to look at Xie Lin on the other side in horror: "Brother Xie, come and take a look, I think I am blind!"
How could there be a flame that appeared out of nowhere?
He had been staring at the shadow puppets on the wall and reading the introduction of each puppet to the audience in front of the split screen, but he didn't see when the flames appeared.
Nantian panicked, and out of an instinctive reaction trained by this program, he quickly raised his hand to cover his split-screen lens, not wanting the audience to see such a strange scene.
——After all, he is not Yan Shixun, he won’t say anything to the screen about believing in science!
And his attitude is so frank and natural.
Nan Tian suspected that if his roles were reversed with Yan Shixun's, he would have exposed his true identity the moment he told the screen that all those ghosts were puppets.
After doing all this, Nantian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the current situation is very critical, at least he doesn't have to face the camera to explain "science" to the audience. It is a blessing in disguise.
But Nantian didn't know that even if he didn't cover his split-screen camera, this would not have happened.
——From just now on, his split-screen shot has been frozen.
Not only Nantian's, but Xie Lin's as well.
The two of them together have over 10 million split-screen subscriptions. The audience who were crowded in front of the split-screen to watch the two of them are now looking at the two people who suddenly sit down and rest back to back under the camera with a confused look on their faces, not knowing what they are doing.
[Eh? Wasn’t Nantian just introducing the identities of each shadow puppet character? I was listening with great interest, why did he suddenly stop?]
[It's a bit strange. Even if Nantian was tired and didn't want to introduce himself, he should have said so before taking a rest. Why did he just walk to the middle of the room and sit down without saying anything?]
[He is being a big shot. Don’t you know that Nan Tian is a low-quality artist? What kind of brainless fans are there? It’s a different era now, and there are still people who like Nan Tian. He should just get out of the entertainment industry. I haven’t seen many people who have worked with him before saying that he is being a big shot and asking to change rooms. He can’t even accept a dressing room with a broken door lock and a street outside the window. Haha.]
[That’s because Nantian is afraid of ghosts, okay! And he’s not afraid of them anymore, okay? It’s not what you said at all. Dare to look at the truth before you speak.]
[You might say Nantian is being a big shot... but Xie Shen has also sat down. Why do both of them suddenly have the same reaction?]
[Why are you sitting on the ground? It’s cold in this winter.]
[I feel bad. The production team is so careless. Didn’t they notice that the guest was tired? Couldn’t they move a chair over? What are the logistics staff doing? They are a bunch of rubbish! Just fire them!]
[Ah, you fans, stop arguing. Don’t you think something is wrong? From what I’ve seen of this show, I don’t think Nantian is the type of person who would do this. Besides, he is very active in promoting heritage culture. He just introduced it well, so it shouldn’t end so abruptly.]
[I always feel like something is happening that we can’t see…]
[Shh, this room looks really weird when no one is talking.]
[Oh my god, I think from now on, I will be afraid of human figures! There are paintings of people as tall as their bodies all around me. At first glance, it looks like dozens of people are standing around two people without saying a word. I feel creepy.]
[But it’s strange. Even if they are tired and want to rest, shouldn’t everyone be tired? The others seem to be resting too.]
[You said that, it’s true, I would take a break when I get tired when visiting a museum, but I have never seen a scene where everyone in the entire museum sits down to rest without saying a word.]
[Aaaah! I wasn't afraid originally, but when you said that I imagined the scene when I visited a museum... Woohoo, kid, I don't dare to go to the museum anymore.]
The first time Nan Tian realized something was wrong was when Xie Lin didn’t respond.
It was obvious that the two people were standing in the same room, only a few meters apart. Xie Lin was a man who knew how to treat people. He would not remain silent or unresponsive when he clearly heard the call.
However, Xie Lin just stood in front of a shadow puppet with his back to Nantian, looking up at the puppet, his body motionless.
Nantian hesitated for a moment, feeling a little creepy.
But in the end, his worry about Xie Lin outweighed his fear.
In the dead silent room, Nantian took a step and walked cautiously towards Xie Lin.
"Thank you, thank you brother?"
Nantian asked hesitantly, "What are you looking at? Are you okay?"
At this time, the distance between the two was less than one meter, but Xie Lin still said nothing.
Nantian put his hand on Xie Lin’s shoulder.
However, at that moment, the coldness coming from under his palm startled Nan Tian. He quickly let go of his hand and looked at Xie Lin in astonishment.
...This is not the warmth and softness that a human being should have.
After participating in so many episodes of the program, Nantian can be considered a semi-expert. He knows what a dead body feels like and what the body temperature of a person is when he is at his weakest.
However, the body of Xie Lin that he had just touched did not belong to any category at all.
Instead, it feels more like paper.
Nantian recalled the feeling and felt that it was somewhat similar to the feeling when he opened a brand new piece of printed paper.
But how can a person be paper?
Xie Lin was clearly by his side the whole time. Even before he discovered that the shadow puppet was burnt, they were still laughing and chatting, with Xie Lin still lamenting about the difficulties of his childhood.
How come everything changed in the blink of an eye?
Nantian was worried about Xie Lin. Even if the Xie Lin in front of him was really paper, it only meant that Xie Lin needed his help, and he needed him to discover Xie Lin's situation in time.
Thinking of this, he bravely moved forward step by step. His heart was trembling, but he still stretched his head to look at Xie Lin's face.
When he saw clearly, Nantian's eyes slowly widened.
He saw that Xie Lin's originally elegant and handsome face no longer had those beautiful facial features.
Instead, there are harsh lines like a child's crayon drawing.
Xie Lin's eyebrows and eyes were like a painting drawn on paper with poor skills. There were two bright red spots on his cheeks and his lips were as red as blood, but his cheeks were so pale that they had lost all color, like paper money, revealing a terrifying and weird feeling.
Before Nan Tian could react to what was happening, Xie Lin suddenly turned into a light piece of paper and fell to the ground in front of him.
Nantian instinctively reached out to take it, but his hand was empty.
The paper man who fell to the ground looked up and stared blankly at Nantian. There was no life in his black and white eyes.
However, at an angle that Nantian could not see, the shadow puppet figure hanging on the wall behind him rolled its eyes and grinned with a hollow and malicious arc. Its hands and feet, which were originally pierced by nails and hung on the wall, were shaking slightly.
Nantian was frightened by the look of the paper man on the ground and staggered back two steps. However, when he looked around in panic, he was the only one left in the room.
There was no one to turn to, and no way out.
The door seemed like a line washed away by clear water, disappearing from where it should have been, leaving only an entire empty white wall.
And on the wall, a new shadow puppet slowly emerged.
But unlike other shadow puppets, this new one is just blank, without any color or facial features.
But if you look closely, you'll notice that the shadow puppet is cut out of a figure...
It is actually somewhat similar to Nantian.
Nantian was so panicked and shocked that he didn't look closely. His eyes only swept over the shadow puppets on the surrounding walls. It was as if all the shadow puppets originally hanging on the walls suddenly came alive, and the lively facial features and images that he praised so highly were really alive and full of flesh and blood.
The leather that had been carefully tanned and painted by the craftsmen now had a skin and a skeleton, and all that was left was to fill it with flesh and blood before it could walk down from the wall and become a real person.
Where can we find the flesh and blood?
The shadow puppets hanging high on all four sides seemed to be looking towards the southern sky in the center of the room, trapping him from all sides and preventing him from escaping.
Nantian felt like he was hallucinating.
All scenes are rotating in the field of vision without a fixed point. Under the blurred vision, the shadow puppets are twisting and waving, as if they are laughing and making noises.
And the sound of "hehe" laughter one after another rang in his ears.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion or reality.
…
Taoist Priest Ma rushed to the southwest region without even taking a breath before running towards the Baizhi Lake area.
However, when he got off the car, all he saw was an empty mountain road and an old and dilapidated archway.
And the shadow puppet museum with peeling walls and half-collapsed roof.
The cold winter wind blew in from the setting sun, raising a cloud of dust that swept past Master Ma's eyes, causing the dry grass to sway slightly.
But there was no sign of the program crew or the motorcade.
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