Chapter 249 Jinjiang
Ye Li showed almost no warmth towards anyone except Yan Shixun.
Even to the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple, he did not say much and only briefly explained the situation of the Shadow Puppet Museum.
But to the Taoist priests who were familiar with the situation in the outside world, this sounded like another scene that no one had ever seen before.
Even if the guests were present at this time and heard what Ye Li said, they would be surprised to find that this was different from what they had experienced and seen.
It was as if only Ye Li stood in a position higher than the person manipulating the shadow puppets behind the scenes and saw everything that was real.
The spectators sitting under the stage, the shadow puppets being manipulated behind the curtain, the craftsmen who manipulate the shadow puppets, and... Yeli standing above the craftsmen, overlooking all this happening.
In Ye Li's view, the entire shadow puppet museum is a stage for shadow puppets. Yan Shixun's departure triggered certain conditions, causing the curtain to be unveiled, revealing everything hidden behind the shadow puppet curtain.
Both the guests and Yan Shixun seemed to have swapped places with the shadow puppet characters. They performed the shadow show, while the shadow puppets originally held in the hands of the craftsmen became spectators, watching the panic of the guests and laughing at it.
The courtyard was empty, and all the presence of everyone had disappeared.
However, in every shadow under the eaves and corridors, there was always a swaying and hidden laughter.
At the same time, Ye Li also discovered the impact this place had on himself.
No living person or evil ghost can try to see the true form of ghosts and gods, otherwise they will not be able to bear the power and will be reduced to ashes.
Therefore, when Ye Li walked among the human world, he would erase his image from the minds of living people and evil spirits.
No one can always remember his existence.
Apart from Yan Shixun, even the people in the program crew or Zhang Wubing who often came into contact with him just forgot about him again and again, and remembered him again and again when they saw him.
In addition, Ye Li's original image was also hidden under ordinary clothes.
When he and Yan Shixun stood together, the staff who had heard the rumors would often exclaim, "They look so well matched in their couple outfits."
Even if he is alone, he is no different from modern urban youth.
Rather than a statue that should be enshrined on a high altar.
But now, Yeli seemed to have just walked down from Fengdu.
His shadow said it all.
Ye Li lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his cold gaze swept across the shadow on the ground. Suddenly, the darkness shrank back and returned to the corridor as if everything just now was an illusion.
There is no evil ghost abyss, nor are there groups of ghosts crying and trying to escape.
In the quiet courtyard, there was only the sound of faint laughter coming from an unknown corner, so light that it seemed like an illusion.
"Sister-in-law, are you saying that Junior Brother Yan and the others might have been dragged into another dimension..."
Taoist Wang stroked his chin, followed Ye Li's footsteps as usual, and walked towards the third courtyard, while falling into deep thought.
"Where could it be? A painting? Or something else?"
"You are also not in the original world."
Ye Li said calmly in a low voice: "From the moment you entered the building, you stepped out of heaven and earth. And Shi Xun and the others are in a deeper space."
Taoist Wang was surprised: "Ah?"
He glanced at Taoist Master Ma beside him and suddenly realized something.
——If what Ye Li said was true, then it was not the Taoist priest who stayed outside who had an accident.
They were the ones who got into trouble.
I'm afraid that the Taoist priest will see the two of them disappear out of thin air, just like they saw the people in the program crew.
The two figured out what was going on, but this was a one-way street. Once they stepped out of heaven and earth, they were cut off from the outside world. They didn't even have the chance to pass on the truth.
Taoist Priest Ma sighed helplessly, feeling that the situation was quite tricky.
Few ghost hunters are willing to come to the Southwest.
Even if someone asks an exorcist to come here to solve the ghost problem, even if it seems to be a task of the same difficulty, the price asked is much higher than that in other areas.
The masters are terrified when they hear about the southwest.
There are several recognized dangerous places in the ghost hunting community.
Snow-capped mountains to the north, deserts to the northwest, Kunlun Mountains in the center, dense forests in the southeast, and... the entire southwest region.
These places are either the places where ghosts and gods were deified and sanctified, or they were originally connected with heaven and earth, and still have residual divine power today, and they belong to the four directions of gods.
Or, like in the southeast, there are so many poisonous insects that it is hard to guard against.
The southwest region, however, faces difficulties of another dimension.
——According to rumors, the southwest is a city of ghosts.
Because of the long-term drought and lack of rain, the rugged terrain and harsh conditions, not many people lived here in the past. The area was vast and sparsely populated, and one often walked for days without seeing any human habitation.
There is also a legend that says that when you sleep outdoors in the middle of the night, you can often hear the whimpering of ghosts and the biting cold wind.
However, this legend was later brought to the screen and was successfully debunked by the program "Science and Technology Approach".
The so-called ghost sounds are just holes formed in the rocks due to the drought. When the wind blows through them at night, the sound of the wind is whistling, which sounds like the cry of ghosts at first glance.
To the general public, this was nothing more than a misunderstanding caused by previous ignorance and lack of knowledge. After the principle was explained clearly, they would just laugh and regard it as an interesting anecdote to talk about with friends in the future.
But for ghost exorcists, they have never dared to let down their guard against the southwest region.
Those who have truly mastered the art, or those who are truly powerful enough to make a living in the underworld, or those who are born with the ability to see ghosts without relying on talismans, can all clearly feel the eerie ghostly aura coming from beneath the ground when they are in the southwest region.
Those ghosts who were lost and had no guide, even if they were in a daze, instinctively walked towards the southwest, as if they were following ancient legends and believed that this was the final destination of all the dead souls.
However, there is no place for them here anymore.
As a result, over the thousands of years, more and more ghosts have been stranded here.
They gradually forgot everything about their past lives, even their own names and deeds, but they still stubbornly stay here, sobbing and crying because they have nowhere to go.
The ghost energy in the southwest region is much stronger than in other regions, and even the heaven and earth seem to acquiesce to it and ignore it.
Therefore, when the exorcist is in the southwest region, even the talismans and all the exorcism techniques will be greatly reduced in effectiveness.
——For ghosts, the southwest is their home turf.
The away team of Ghostbusters is naturally at a disadvantage.
Exorcists often get half the result with twice the effort, and have to spend far more effort than those in other areas to successfully exorcise ghosts.
As time goes by, more and more people are unwilling to go southwest.
Each school and sect would also warn those disciples who have not yet completed their apprenticeship that if they do not have the ability, they can forget about making a living in the southwest.
Otherwise, you might not only not get the food into your mouth, but also lose your life.
Therefore, the backlog of matters in the southwest region are often handed over to Haiyun Temple.
Other masters did not like this thankless job, but there were always people living here and people who needed help, and Haiyun Temple could not just watch people die, so they had no choice but to accept it under the soft pressure of other people in the circle in order to protect their lives.
For example, when Taoist Wang first started out as an apprentice, he was often taken to the southwest by other older Taoist uncles.
One reason is the shortage of manpower, and the other is to allow Master Wang to train and grow quickly.
——To put it nicely, it’s called “growth” and young people should get training.
The truth is that the difficulties faced here are far greater than those faced in other places.
Taoist Priest Ma felt quite troubled when he heard from the young man who had visited the temple today that the ebony statue came from the southwest region.
This young man, apart from anything else, has a really broad vision.
If the Taoist priest wants to see something, he will only see the most powerful one. If he wants to offend a monster, he will only offend the biggest one. He doesn't even look at the smaller ones.
No matter how mentally prepared he was, Master Ma had not expected that the difficulties of his journey to the southwest would begin as soon as he got off the road.
"You dare to take the bones you see in the old ghost domain, and you dare to take the statues..."
Taoist Priest Ma shook his head, muttering to himself as he was thinking. He then looked at Taoist Priest Wang and said, "This is also good news in another sense. We are the ones who got into trouble, not the one who stayed behind. At least, we don't have to worry about him anymore."
Taoist Priest Ma: I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die.
Taoist Wang smiled and was about to answer when he noticed Ye Li was looking at him.
"Old ghost land."
Ye Li asked Taoist Ma in a deep voice: "Why do you call it that? What is the statue of the deity?"
Taoist Priest Ma blinked in confusion and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't you know? Usually, the sect will remind the disciples when they leave the sect, and will also tell the disciples about what happened in the southwest region in the past, to prevent the disciples from being careless and getting into trouble in the southwest region."
He felt strange.
He and other Taoist priests had always considered Yan Shixun's lover to be the descendant of some secluded sect. Although some people speculated whether it was the sect's founder, they were skeptical about this speculation because of Ye Li's too young appearance and figure.
But, no matter how much one hides from the world, no matter how much one practices Taoism to prolong one's life, one cannot live for thousands of years, right?
That is far beyond the limit that a normal practitioner can achieve and has already entered the realm of gods.
The rumors that have been circulating for thousands of years, and the descriptions that become clearer and more detailed as time goes by, are closer to the truth, so Ye Li should not have never heard of it, right?
Why does Ye Li look like he has no idea about anything now?
Taoist Ma was puzzled for a moment, but still told the truth. Because of Yan Shixun, he reminded Ye Li with concern: "Since such a thing has happened here, you must be more careful. This place is not like other areas. It is..."
"A place that Fengdu is unwilling to set foot in."
Ye Li raised his eyes and looked up at the sky with a dull look. His sharp sight seemed to penetrate the clouds and the sunset and was looking straight at the road.
If Zhang Wubing had not decided on the southwest region for this filming, Yeli would never have set foot in the southwest region.
After the battle thousands of years ago, he left with blood all over his body, and never looked back.
The ghosts here have always been managed by the underworld, and Fengdu has never been involved.
"Feng, Fengdu?"
Taoist priest Wang beside him was stunned. He looked Ye Li up and down in amazement and praised happily: "It seems that my sister-in-law's inheritance is very complete. Now many young Taoist priests don't know the existence of Fengdu."
"To be honest, I haven't seen the ghost messenger from Fengdu for a long time, haha."
Taoist priest Wang scratched his head, reminiscing: "When I was young, I saw someone from Fengdu once, just that one time, and I never saw him again. My master said that Fengdu is even more cruel and harsh than the underworld. If the underworld can't handle a case, Fengdu will take action."
"When my master was young, he liked to use Fengdu to scare ghosts. As long as he said he would send the ghosts to Fengdu Prison, they would be scared to death. Even the most vicious ghosts would cry and cooperate."
Taoist Wang laughed loudly: "In fact, how could my master possibly invite the ghost messenger from Fengdu? Even the ghost messengers from the underworld or the city gods have to be bribed with a lot of money and incense before they can reluctantly agree. This is a situation that only occurs when a powerful master encounters a ghost messenger who is easy to talk to. Not to mention Fengdu, which is far more mysterious than these two places..."
As he was speaking, Taoist Wang suddenly seemed to remember something, his words got stuck, and he looked at Ye Li in surprise.
"Sister-in-law, you..."
Taoist Wang looked at Ye Li hesitantly, as if he had noticed something but was not sure.
The three of them had already reached the third courtyard where Yan Shixun had disappeared.
Noticing Master Wang's gaze, Ye Li looked back indifferently, without any fluctuation on his stern face, allowing Master Wang to look at him.
After all, he was a Taoist priest who strongly supported his marriage with Shi Xun, so he was willing to tolerate these little things and did not regard looking directly at him as an offense.
Taoist Priest Ma watched the confrontation between the two men, his heart unconsciously rising to his throat. He looked at Taoist Priest Wang nervously, inexplicably afraid that Taoist Priest Wang would say something wrong.
Although he didn't know what would happen in the end, the survival instinct from his soul told him that if he said the wrong thing or did something he shouldn't do in front of Yan Shixun's lover... something far more terrifying than death would happen.
Taoist Wang thought for a moment before hesitating and saying, "No wonder I felt it looked familiar just now. When you mentioned the statue, I realized that you look a bit like the statue."
Ebony idol?
Taoist Priest Ma perked up and looked towards Ye Li anxiously.
When facing Ye Li head-on, Taoist Ma felt a headache like being pricked by needles, and even his soul was burning with pain from the flames.
Ye Li raised his eyelashes, and the shadow under his feet spread out, silently covering Taoist Ma.
Only then was Master Ma able to catch his breath and felt much better than before.
He didn't know that this was Ye Li taking on the retribution for his facing the ghosts and gods, otherwise he would have died here.
He didn't have time to think so much now, and just quickly compared Ye Li's face with the ebony statue.
Perhaps it was because of what Taoist Master Wang said that he had a preconceived idea, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that they looked alike.
Especially that eerie and sharp aura.
But Yeli still looks very different from the statue.
The statue was surrounded by a thick ghost aura. No one knew how many years had passed, but the ghost aura had become thicker. Its edges had never been rounded by wind and rain, but instead every line was extremely sharp.
Everything is like this, whether it is carving with a knife or an axe.
Moreover, the ebony statue was wearing armor and had a sword on its waist, like a warrior who had just walked down from the battlefield. The long sword in his hand had reaped countless lives and brought death.
But Ye Li in front of the two Taoist priests had long black hair draped over his shoulders and an old-style robe trailing on the ground.
Although his dress is different from that of modern people, he is like the emperors of old, with majesty and laziness of controlling everything. There is no powerful enemy that can make him give up everything.
Although Ye Li's aura is as cold and gloomy as a ghost or god, it also carries an air of legitimacy, and has a completely different and heavy aura from ghosts and evil spirits.
Taoist Priest Ma carefully identified it, and finally shook his head in disappointment but relief: "Taoist Priest Wang, you must have seen it wrong."
"Since the ebony statue can suppress the many evil spirits that harm people in Baizhi Lake, it means that the statue is either a ghost worshipped somewhere, or it is far more dangerous than the evil spirits that have been shocked."
"Those evil spirits that harm people are not good things that can be reformed. Just because those three children touched the sacrificial ritual objects, they were so vengeful that they let them be killed one by one with objects that looked like ritual objects, and their relatives watched them die without being able to save them... This is not a method that ordinary ghosts would use."
"In fact, it's possible that what happened in the village near Baizhi Lake was related to those evil spirits. But even so, they were all suppressed by the ebony statue for so many years. If those young people hadn't accidentally taken the statue away, it might have continued to guard it and nothing would have happened."
Taoist Priest Ma laughed and said, "From this point of view, it can be seen that the ebony statue is so sinister and powerful. How could it be the same entity as Junior Brother Yan's lover?"
After hearing this, Taoist Master Wang also felt that Taoist Master Ma’s words made a lot of sense.
After all, people are not always able to maintain their own thinking and can easily be distracted by others.
Ordinary people are like this. They like to follow the crowd and use other people's conclusions as their own ideas. The more they think about it, the more they feel that what others say makes sense and is correct.
And Master Wang is no exception.
Especially since the person who said this was Taoist Master Ma, whom he trusted and was on good terms with.
However, he still tried to struggle desperately.
"Sister-in-law, I see you are dressed like this, did you perform a ritual to save Junior Brother Yan?"
Taoist Wang looked at Ye Li's unusual appearance and asked, "Does your sect worship gods related to ghosts and the Ksitigarbha? Perhaps you have seen a similar statue, or have any clues?"
Ye Li glanced at Taoist Wang for a few seconds, then looked away and pushed open the door without saying a word.
Since Shi Xun lost his breath when he was accompanying Zhang Wubing to turn off the CD player, the incident that triggered the sudden change in the Shadow Puppet Museum was most likely related to the CD player.
Moreover, according to what Zhang Wubing said at that time, the disc being played was the video material of the shadow play recorded that year.
It seems that evil is hiding behind the shadow puppets.
And the method to find Shi Xun is also in the shadow puppetry.
Taoist Wang was waiting for Ye Li's answer with great anticipation, and then he saw the other party passing by him without paying any attention to him.
Taoist Wang: QAQ? Did I say something wrong?
"Sister-in-law..."
Taoist Wang trotted forward a few steps, trying to call out to Ye Li.
But Taoist Ma grabbed his arm and dragged him back.
"No matter how good the relationship is, even if we are a family, we can't say anything."
Taoist Priest Ma said helplessly, "You insist that a living person is similar to a statue. If he doesn't get angry, it means he has good self-cultivation. You still ask so many questions... The statue is probably related to ghosts or gods worshipped in the southwest. How could he have seen it? He is not from the southwest."
Taoist Wang scratched his head in embarrassment: "It was a moment of urgency, a moment of urgency, it was indeed inappropriate of me."
But Ye Li, who was walking in front, heard the entire conversation between the two.
The hand that was originally reaching for the TV paused slightly, and his sharp brows sank into a dark and gloomy look like the night.
In the evil ghost abyss in the shadow under their feet, the ghosts were trembling. None of them dared to escape upwards. Instead, they scrambled to run deeper, fearing that the Lord of Fengdu was in a bad mood and wanted to kill a ghost to cheer him up.
Ye Li didn't care about the reactions of the ghosts and was only immersed in his own memories.
Has he seen a similar image?
Seen it.
Where? Who?
On the battlefield thousands of years ago, corpses of soldiers were piled up like mountains, blood was flowing everywhere, and the land was soaked with blood for three feet.
Only the last commander, holding up his long sword, stood up among the corpses.
There is murderous intent between his brows and his heart is filled with angry questions. He wants to fight against heaven and earth with his sword to argue about right and wrong and morality.
Seek justice for the dead soldiers.
Ye Li's thick and long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled. The conversation and concerned tone coming from behind him, as well as the opera drum beats that gradually sounded after the TV in front of him was turned on, merged into one, pulling him back to the world from the bloody and silent memories of the past.
However, why was the image of a general thousands of years ago carved into a statue and used to guard Baizhi Lake?
Ye Li frowned, wondering if a stranger had seen him at that time, which was why such an image was passed down.
But apart from this ebony statue, no other texts or pictures have been passed down. Before this, Ye Li did not know that there was such a statue.
While Ye Li was absentmindedly thinking and reminiscing, the TV series in front of him gradually played the shadow play recorded on the CD.
However, after seeing one of the shadows, Ye Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was shocked and angry.
It’s Yan Shixun!
Yan Shixun and Zhang Wubing actually appeared in the shadow play.
They no longer look like real people, but have become shadow puppets with obvious brushstrokes of craftsmen, and their shadows are projected on the screen.
But even so, Ye Li had already gotten to know Yan Shixun deeply through long-term interactions and focused attention. Even if Yan Shixun changed his way of appearance, he was still recognized by him at a glance.
Not to mention the fool who was being held in Yan Shixun's hand and was obviously crying and trying to curry favor with him.
Yan Shixun dragged Zhang Wubing and ran quickly out of the village.
Behind them, there are many shadow puppets in the shape of ghosts being manipulated to chase them, and in the village around them, one figure after another appears in the lighted windows of the village at night.
The villagers' eyes were empty and their mouths were stretched into crescents, as if they were excited about the hunt.
And further away from the shadow play, above the village, where the moon should have been, was replaced by the shadow of a statue.
The ghosts and gods looked down from above, watching everything, with the long swords in their hands stained with blood, and the armor on their bodies shining coldly and sharply.
Ye Li looked at the shadow of the statue through the curtain.
In a flash, Ye Li realized why he couldn't detect Yan Shixun's breath -
The one he faced and fought against was himself a thousand years ago!
It is the power of the ebony statue that blocks all evil spirits from escaping into the human world.
Yan Shixun and others were dragged into the foul and ghostly air, and when they appeared again, it was a shadow play performed behind the curtain.
Their identities have been replaced and they are now shadow puppet characters.
To the ebony statue, the shadow puppets are evil spirits that must be blocked in another world.
Therefore, Yan Shixun and others were isolated behind the curtain, and the outside world lost sight of them.
And Yeli...
——When I play games with the mirror, between me and myself in the mirror, who wins and who loses?
Ye Li's pale lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and the light in his eyes was as bright as a sword drawn from its sheath. Black mist spread from under his feet, sweeping across the entire courtyard, covering the sky and blocking out the golden red sunset.
In every shadow, there are evil spirits roaring and dancing, wailing like the eerie ghost town.
The two Taoist priests looked around in shock, and their sight finally fell on a tall figure that was vaguely visible and then obscured in the black fog.
Ye Li's ink-black long hair was blown by the strong wind and floated in the air, the corners of his robe fluttered violently, and the ghosts around him guarded and submitted to him, as if they were serving their master.
He stared at the shadow play on the screen, his anger rising.
How dare you, how dare you use the me from a thousand years ago to hurt my lover...
The unforgivable sin——!
With a loud "bang", the TV screen shattered under the weight, and cracks quickly spread to every inch of the screen.
…
Before Yan Shixun jumped out of the theater door, he guessed what was outside the theater.
After a long fall into the abyss and an indistinct descent, he finally realized that he was standing on solid ground.
The darkness before my eyes was gradually dispelled by the blood-red light.
When Yan Shixun saw his surroundings clearly, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
——After jumping out of the theater and jumping into the abyss, he unexpectedly landed in the theater again.
But this time, he was standing on the stone steps in front of the theater, and behind him was the tightly closed door of the theater.
Big red lanterns were hung high on both sides of the theater gate, casting a bright red hue on the small area outside the gate.
The lit red candle in the lantern gradually melted, and the wax accumulated and flowed, dripping along the lantern onto the stone steps like human blood.
Zhang Wubing was so frightened by the strange scene that he quickly grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve. However, Yan Shixun just glanced at the lantern and then coldly withdrew his gaze. Instead, he used the candlelight to see the scene not far away.
This theater was actually built in the middle of the lake.
There was bottomless dark water all around. It was impossible to tell how deep the lake was, nor could one see what was beneath the water.
There was not even a ripple on the calm water, as if even the wind had disappeared.
"Yan, Brother Yan."
Zhang Wubing was stunned and asked tremblingly: "This is all water, how can we get there? There is no boat in sight, do we have to swim across?"
Zhang Wubing was a little nervous when he asked this question, fearing that Yan Shixun would answer that he really wanted to swim across. After all, it was winter and the lake water was icy cold. If he was not facing a life-and-death crisis, he really didn't want to go swimming.
Not to mention how uncomfortable winter swimming is, just in this temperature, it's easy to get cramps and drown.
Yan Shixun glanced at Zhang Wubing with a half-smile: "What are you going to do down there? Feed the fish?"
While Zhang Wubing was stammering, not knowing how to answer, Yan Shixun had already raised his hand and took down the red lantern next to him.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating the water surface, and something seemed to flash by below.
Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes, and his guess was half confirmed.
As soon as he loosened his grip, the red lantern was thrown into the lake.
With a "splash" sound, the lake water surged.
Zhang Wubing was just about to ask in surprise when he noticed that water was splashing around the lantern, as if schools of big fish had smelled the food and were quickly gathering from the bottom of the lake.
But the brief few seconds of light before the candle was extinguished by the water allowed the two to see the true face of the "big fish".
Those are not fish at all, they are clearly incomplete corpses!
It was unknown how long the corpses had been soaked in the water. The flesh had already rotted away, and the flesh on the faces seemed to have been torn off by other corpses, with pieces half-falling off, revealing the bones underneath.
The hideous ghost face was full of greed and desire. It rushed towards the only light under the dark water and opened its bloody mouth, trying to swallow the light into its stomach.
However, the next second, the candlelight was wetted by water and extinguished, and everything returned to darkness.
The unwilling roar of the evil spirit came from the lake, splashing water on the surface and the fishy smell of blood rolling out.
Zhang Wubing was so frightened that he grabbed the corner of Yan Shixun's clothes and hid behind him.
Yan Shixun, on the other hand, had a smile on his lips and a look of satisfaction in his eyes when he lowered his eyes.
This was his original purpose, to use greed to make the things under the lake visible.
From the shadow play he had watched on a disc before, Yan Shixun found that the protagonists and antagonists in the shadow play were clearly defined, and the contrast between the greed and hideousness of the villagers and the despair and helplessness of the women was so strong.
The woman who appeared behind the curtain in the theater seemed to be the same person as the woman in the shadow play on the disc.
If that is the case, then is the abyss outside the theater that they fell into the resentment in the woman’s heart?
The greatest evil and weakness of the villagers, the objects of her resentment and anger, was greed.
And after Yan Shixun's test, it turned out to be true.
Before he entered the theater behind him, he had already found out what was at the bottom of the lake and their identities.
——I’m afraid they are the villagers who persecuted women in the shadow play.
Yan Shixun's lips curled up slightly with a smile, then he turned around with satisfaction, took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his hand, then reached out to push open the door behind him.
Different from the dilapidated and desolate theater he had seen before, the theater before him now had a shiny red lacquered door and ferociously roaring bronze tigers on the door handles, like a wealthy family from the past, with an extraordinary aura.
If you smell carefully, you can also smell the smell of paint coming from the gate.
However, there was a bloody smell mixed in with it, and the red paint on the door was uneven, with bumps that looked like minced meat covered in red.
It seems that the material used to paint the door is not paint.
But the flesh and blood of sinners.
Although Yan Shixun knew what was going on, he had no interest in touching the flesh and blood of a dead person meaninglessly. He just glanced at it with disdain and his hand fell on the copper handle.
The sound of heavy door hinges was heard, and the scene hidden behind the door slowly appeared before their eyes.
Red light shone out from the door inch by inch, enveloping the two of them.
But inside the theater, under the stands, there were dead bodies lying all over the ground.
Tables and chairs were overturned, and some of the dead bodies were lying on the benches with their eyes open. Wooden sticks were inserted from the back, as if they were killed from behind while fleeing in panic.
There was chaos and confusion everywhere.
Even the curtain was splattered with blood, only the candlelight was still burning. In the bright light, one could see the shadow puppets thrown carelessly on the stage.
The shadow puppets that were originally made by craftsmen, carefully tanned and infused with their painstaking efforts, were now casually discarded, and the craftsmen who manipulated the shadow puppets had disappeared.
No, they died off the stage.
Yan Shixun looked down and saw that among the dead bodies, there were several middle-aged men wearing formal clothes with a strong folk style. The direction they were running and falling was also from the stage.
He stood at the gate, taking everything in. After a while, he stretched out his long legs, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the theater.
It was like the previous mass death, which was permanently frozen in this moment.
And when they walked in, everything had just happened.
The blood had not yet coagulated, the corpse was still warm, and even the blood spots on the curtain were still slowly dripping down.
Yan Shixun stepped over the dead body and walked straight to the stage.
"Brother Yan, this, this, this! Can we really come in?"
Zhang Wubing was terrified with every step he took. As soon as he lowered his head, he accidentally met the eyes of the corpse on the ground. He was so frightened that he quickly turned his head away and dared not look.
"How about we go find a boat or something?"
Zhang Wubing made a cautious suggestion, which was a rare moment of cleverness: "Since the theater is built in the middle of the lake, they must have prepared a way to leave in advance. There should be a boat nearby. Let's find a feasible one and leave from here."
"Although the lake outside looks scary, I always feel that it looks more dangerous here." Zhang Wubing's voice was filled with tears.
Yan Shixun turned sideways and asked him with a chuckle, "What if the boat gets bitten through in the middle of the lake? Will you be used as fish food?"
The teeth of those dead bodies just now were very sharp.
Zhang Wubing had not expected this, and immediately shut up in anger after hearing what Yan Shixun said. He also realized that there were too many uncertainties and dangers in leaving the lake.
"Don't worry, even if you go looking for a boat, there may not be one."
Yan Shixun jumped onto the stage and said nonchalantly: "The boat will only appear when you really want to find it. Have you forgotten how we appeared here? This is not reality, so just abandon your original idea."
It's like a shadow play.
Only the props needed for the shadow puppet characters will appear, otherwise they will not appear on the screen.
They appeared here after falling for a long time, obviously having nothing to do with reality.
And the theater that looks even more bizarre and dangerous... isn't it just another misleading illusion?
The places people dare not go to are where the truth about the past that ghosts are unwilling to mention is hidden.
Yan Shixun has realized that everything unusual here is probably related to that woman.
And since the massacre before our eyes is deep within the woman's soul and ghost spirit, it means that her obsession and resentment can only be found here.
How to leave the ghost's territory?
Either kill the ghost, or get rid of its obsession.
Yan Shixun didn't have the habit of disrupting cause and effect before seeing the truth, so naturally the last way was the only one left.
After he walked into the curtain, his shadow was reflected on the cloth.
I also saw something sitting on the far side of the curtain.
The wooden figure has its eyes downcast and is smiling.
It seems like a great revenge has been taken.
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