Chapter 251 Jinjiang (1)
Lu Xingxing was smiling so brightly that even her eyes reflected the golden-red light, shining as a sky full of stars.
He half-knelt on the ground, with marks all over his back from sliding all the way, but Song Ci in his arms was not hurt at all.
He was clearly grimacing in pain just now, but when he saw his acquaintance, his first reaction was to show off his difficult operation, with a proud look on his face, waiting for praise.
Nantian was surprised at first, but then he was stunned by Lu Xingxing's unconventional behavior. It took him several seconds to smile again.
"Yes, Lu Xingxing is the most handsome."
Nan Tian praised while looking at the room behind Lu Xingxing and the others: "But how did you show up? I went to the room just now and didn't see you guys?"
Although Nantian was a little distracted in avoiding the pursuit of the shadow puppets, he still saw the place where Lu Xingxing rushed out holding Song Ci. It was the room he had checked before, which was filled with shadow puppet props and a small stage.
Moreover, looking at the appearance of Lu Xingxing and the other person, it didn't look like they were walking out normally. Instead, it looked like they had just escaped successfully.
This surprised Nantian a little. He didn't know whether it was because his eyesight was not good or something happened in the middle that he didn't know about.
When Lu Xingxing heard Nantian say that he had been to the room, his smiling face suddenly became serious, and he quickly asked: "Did you leave the door open when you left?"
Nantian didn't understand, but nodded anyway.
"No wonder."
Lu Xingxing looked at Nantian and murmured, "So that's how the sudden sunlight came about..."
"Brother, you have helped me a lot!"
Lu Xingxing said excitedly: "If you hadn't opened the door, I really wouldn't have been able to find the exit, and the young master and I would have been trapped inside."
As he was speaking, he felt Song Ci twisting the soft flesh on his waist. He immediately cried out "Ouch!" and his whole face wrinkled in pain. He quickly lowered his head and looked down.
Song Ci, who had been forgotten in Lu Xingxing's arms because he was busy showing off his handsomeness to Nantian, raised his hand speechlessly and patted Lu Xingxing's hair.
It looks like a bad-tempered cat with its fur standing on end.
"Put me down! Do you think I'll be comfortable in this position?"
Song Ci said in a low voice: "Your hands aren't sore, are they?"
The postures of the two were indeed rather strange. If Lu Xingxing was standing, it would have been fine, but he was kneeling on the ground and Nantian was standing in front of him, which not only made Song Ci's posture very uncomfortable, but also made Song Ci look like a flower offered to Buddha.
Fortunately, no one saw this scene, otherwise Song Ci would have wanted to beat Lu Xingxing to death.
He angrily broke free from Lu Xingxing's arms and stood up. Before he could ask Xiang Nantian about the situation outside, he found blood on his trouser leg.
Song Ci looked in the direction of the blood in confusion, and suddenly discovered that blood was gushing out from Lu Xingxing's ankle.
It was like a faucet that someone had turned to the lowest flow and forgotten to tighten. Although the wound on Lu Xingxing's ankle was not big, blood kept oozing out, even staining the floor tiles beneath him red.
But Lu Xingxing was still foolishly saying nice things to him, trying to comfort him. He even took the time to ask Nantian about the situation, and asked him with a smile if he was super handsome.
This fool!
Song Ci was furious and grabbed Lu Xingxing by the collar and lifted her up: "Are you a fool? Didn't you notice that you were injured?"
Lu Xingxing was almost suffocated by the collar and her face turned red.
He was not angry, and was even thinking in his heart that Song Ci was really strong now, and it turned out that this was not the real reality.
However, Song Ci's reminder made Lu Xingxing remember something that he had forgotten due to the interruption before.
He looked down and found that the wound, which he thought was a small cut, was actually bleeding. The color of the blood was bright red. He knew at a glance that something was wrong with the wound.
Lu Xingxing looked up and thought, and he had a rough idea in his mind.
It is estimated that he was not scratched by the white paper on the lake surface, but by the dead body in the lake, which caused the blood color to be wrong and made it difficult to stop the bleeding.
While Lu Xingxing was still in a daze, Song Ci was almost angry to death.
The young master quickly asked Nantian if there was a medicine box. He remembered that Zhang Wubing had prepared a lot of them.
However, Nantian told the young master in a trembling and crying voice, don't mention the medicine box, because all the people and things have disappeared.
Song Ci gritted his teeth in hatred, thinking that Lu Xingxing might have been sent by God to take revenge on him because he disliked him.
But no matter how unhappy he was, he couldn't just leave Lu Xingxing alone. If he hadn't noticed something was wrong, this idiot would probably wait until he bled to death before thinking of bandaging him.
The young master gritted his teeth and cursed Lu Xingxing in a low voice. He took off his scarf, squatted down again, grabbed Lu Xingxing's feet and started to circle around them.
He didn't know how to bandage the wound professionally, and he didn't have any medicine to stop the bleeding. The only method left was to wrap it tightly as much as he could to compress the blood vessels and prevent the blood from flowing out.
Fortunately, the young master is very strong now, so he can do this.
This also made Lu Xingxing grimace in pain, but he quickly came to his senses and said that he could do it himself and he could spell to stop the bleeding!
This is the most practical talisman he realized because of what happened before. When he returned to Haiyun Temple, he specifically pestered his master to learn it from him!
As a result, when Song Ci stepped aside with an uneasy look to make room for him, Lu Xingxing muttered to himself about his wound for a long time, but to no avail.
Lu Xingxing was stunned immediately.
Both Nantian and Song Ci had seen Yan Shixun use the hemostatic spell. Once the spell was cast, the bleeding stopped immediately. It was so mysterious and magical that even the most skeptical person would have to admit the effectiveness of the spell.
But Lu Xingxing...
No matter how you look at him, he looks like an idiot talking to his feet on the side of the road.
Song Ci: "...What is he doing?"
Nantian: "I don't know, maybe the child is so happy that he is stupid."
Song Ci walked over speechlessly: "Alright, stop it. If you don't have Brother Yan's ability, don't learn from Brother Yan."
Lu Xingxing said aggrievedly: "I really learned it, really, I even cut my arm on purpose to test the effect when I was at Haiyun Temple a while ago, really believe me... ah!"
Song Ci grabbed the two ends of the scarf and exerted force with his hands. Lu Xingxing burst into tears because of the pain.
However, although the tightly tied scarf was soaked with blood, it had an effect that was visible to the naked eye, and the blood flow slowed down.
Song Ci held Lu Xingxing's arm and helped him stand up, but his brows were tightly furrowed.
This is only an emergency measure, but if a radical solution cannot be found, Lu Xingxing will be in danger due to excessive blood loss over time.
Moreover, it is in such a critical situation where everything is uncertain.
Song Ci remembered that when he was in the room before, he smashed the glass but only saw bricks, so he quickly asked Nantian.
Both sides told each other what they knew, and the abnormalities in the room and yard gradually became clear.
"Lu Xingxing and I were in that room the whole time. Later I thought about it and realized that it was very likely that problems started as soon as we entered the room, but we just ignored them at the beginning."
Song Ci frowned and said, "Since you said that your room also had problems, and Xie Lin is nowhere to be found. In this case, it is possible that not only us, but all rooms are in danger."
"But we have to survive now before we can go find others."
Lu Xingxing's voice sounded weakly beside the two of them.
The two looked at him and saw Lu Xingxing, who was standing in the opposite direction of them, pointing behind them.
There were faint sounds coming from the air.
Nantian turned his head suddenly and saw several pale faces not far away.
It was the shadow puppet that had chased him before.
Before Lu Xingxing and the other man ran out of the room, these shadow puppets were chasing him, stretching out their arms as if trying to grab him. It took him a lot of effort to barely get rid of these puppets for a moment.
But just as they were treating Lu Xingxing's wounds, these shadow puppets came up again.
To make matters worse, in the room that Lu Xingxing and the other person came out of, the sound of dripping water was heard.
With Nantian’s experience in mind, Lu Xingxing and Song Ci looked at each other and a bad guess emerged in their minds.
Could it be...
Have the dead bodies in the lake been tracked down?
There was no need for them to guess too much, the door of the room was soon pushed open slowly from the inside, making a "creaky" sound.
When they looked over, the first thing that caught their eyes was the water flowing along the threshold.
Then, a wet head appeared behind the threshold, with all the black hair sticking to the pale and stiff face, like a water ghost seeking revenge.
Lu Xingxing couldn't help but swear, "Could it be that the pile of corpses that chased us for half a day before are coming back again?"
There was still a hint of hope on his face, but Lu Xingxing had already grabbed Song Ci's hand tightly, ready to pull him away at any time.
But soon, the scene revealed behind the gradually opening door extinguished Lu Xingxing's last bit of hope.
——The entire room where the props were placed underwent a drastic change.
The shadow puppet props that Nantian had seen before had disappeared at some point, and in their place was an entire expanse of water with no visible edge.
Paper money was scattered all over the water, and funeral music could be heard faintly from not far away.
Behind the threshold, dead bodies emerged from the water and piled up on the threshold. Red eyeballs looked straight at the people in the yard through their wet black hair. Their gazes were cold and dead.
Nantian shuddered when he saw the corpses. He didn't expect that Lu Xingxing had encountered this kind of thing before. In comparison, he suddenly felt that his own seemed to be better.
The corpse slowly stretched out its stiff arms from behind the threshold, looking like it wanted to grab the few living people in the yard.
It opened its mouth with difficulty and made a sound with its vocal cords that had long since lost their function, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it only made a "ho ho" sound that made people's scalp tingle.
Lu Xingxing looked at the shadow puppets surrounding him from behind, and the dead bodies gradually emerging from the threshold on the left. He immediately grabbed Song Ci, called out to Nantian, and ran forward.
While running, he made seals with his hands and muttered something, trying to cast a spell.
But Lu Xingxing soon realized that something was wrong with his body.
His meridians were empty and he could not feel anything.
People who practice Taoism spend a long time comprehending the heaven, earth and the Tao, and are connected to the heaven and earth in a mysterious way. They will feel the existence of "qi". That feeling is indescribable and mysterious. Only after comprehending it, will they know that such a power really exists.
Even someone like Lu Xingxing, who was not studious before, relied on his talent to comprehend the great Dao and experienced the feeling of air flowing through his meridians.
But now, that feeling is gone.
Lu Xingxing was stunned for a moment and his pace slowed down.
He lowered his head and looked at his palms with a look of disbelief.
Song Ci, who was originally expecting Lu Xingxing to cast a spell, said: “…………”
When Song Ci saw Lu Xingxing's expression, he understood that this was a failure.
"...I was such a fool to be expecting you just a few seconds ago."
Song Ci complained expressionlessly: "It's better to believe that a dog can destroy the house than to believe that you can cast a spell."
"No, this is not my fault! I definitely learned it before I left the temple. My master and several uncle Taoist priests almost beat me to death for this."
Lu Xingxing hurriedly explained, howling like a wolf: "There is something wrong here! I can't communicate with heaven and earth. This must be the territory of some evil spirit, so powerful that even heaven and earth are blocked out."
Song Ci's eyes were dead: "Oh."
He turned to Nantian and said, "We can't count on this idiot. Let's do it. Nantian, aren't you from Nanming Mountain? Do you know anything?"
Nan Tianbian ran to escape the shadow puppet behind him, scratching his face embarrassedly: "It is said that I have the blood of a witch and was born in Nanming Mountain... In fact, my grandma sent me away too early, and I didn't learn anything."
“Although I still had a few talismans given by Brother Yan on me before, I saw them when I was in the room and they had turned into a pile of ashes.”
Nan Tian said this, showing Song Ci the fabric he had been holding tightly in his hand: "Now this is all I have left. It was because of it that I was able to escape from that room just now."
When Song Ci saw Nantian taking out the fabric, his expression was somewhat moved.
Although Lu Xingxing was ignored by the two, he had to run on one foot with difficulty because of his injured leg, and he kept making "hissing" sounds in pain from his mouth.
However, after thinking about it, he felt more and more that his idea was correct.
One of the evidences is Song Ci’s strength.
If Song Ci hadn't ignored him and supported him as he ran, Lu Xingxing would have definitely fallen down if he had just jumped crookedly like that.
Originally, the delicate young master didn't have the strength to help him up.
You have to know that although Lu Xingxing looks young and fresh, and smiles all day long, he is also an adult male who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 71 kilograms. It is not easy to move more than 100 kilograms of flesh.
But Song Ci did it, and with such ease as if nothing had happened.
In addition, the previous hemostatic talisman had lost its effect, and now the talisman to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts had also lost its effect, and even the feeling of airflow in his body had disappeared.
There was also Xie Lin who had turned into a paper man, and everyone in the yard who had disappeared...
Lu Xingxing felt that they had not returned to reality at all. He and Song Ci had just jumped from one space to another, but this was far from reality.
Moreover, there are other people who have not been found. Xie Lin is missing, and even Yan Shixun is unknown where he has gone. They don’t even have anyone to rely on.
Lu Xingxing couldn't help but feel a little worried, and prayed madly for Brother Yan to come back quickly, with tears in his eyes.
Lu Xingxing thought to himself, if Brother Yan could appear in front of him immediately and rescue everyone, he could even call Brother Yan dad!
After listening to Nan Tian's detailed explanation of the origins of those shadow puppets, Song Ci frowned worriedly.
“Although Brother Xie looks like a paper figure, because the room is full of shadow puppets, I can compare them. So I really think that Brother Xie’s paper figure is too similar to those shadow puppets. If the paper is replaced with leather, they are exactly the same thing.”
Nan Tian said sincerely: "I am not a person who resists denying the existence of ghosts. After all, my grandmother and ancestors all do this. I am sure that what happened to Brother Xie is related to those shadow puppets."
Song Ci sighed: "Even if we are sure it is related to the shadow puppets, we can't do anything now. At least before Brother Yan finds us, we must ensure our own safety and try to find where the others are."
His lips were tightly pursed, losing their color, and his face looked pale and worried.
As the young master of the Song family, nothing could make him worry so much.
But Xie Lin...
Song Ci recalled how Xie Lin became hysterical after losing his sister, and how he even tried to commit suicide several times.
He pursed his lips, turned around while running, and looked at the shadow puppets chasing them.
“Is it possible that…”
Nantian hesitated and said, "Brother Xie has become a shadow puppet, right?"
"I suddenly remembered that none of the shadow puppets hanging on the wall of the room were missing. Brother Xie's paper figurine appeared out of thin air. But."
Nantian, who was born in Nanming Mountain, recalled the sacrifices to the dead in Nanming Mountain, where ancient customs were still followed and real dead heads and bones were still used.
However, outside of Nanming Mountain, the more popular sacrifice is to use steamed buns instead of human heads, and roasted suckling pigs instead of corpses.
Although the materials used are different, in terms of the process, whether it is a dead person's skull or a steamed bun, to God, they are the same thing.
Thinking of this, Nantian asked in a deep voice: "What if it is a replacement? The shadow puppet on the wall and the living Brother Xie have swapped identities. Brother Xie has become the shadow puppet, and the shadow puppet has become Brother Xie."
Song Ci's pupils constricted.
…
Xie Lin felt as if he had had a rare, sweet and comfortable long sleep, and he did not want to wake up from this dream.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he lost his sister.
The decades were like a nightmare, but there was no escape.
He couldn't help but recall the day his sister was missing over and over again.
When she went out in the morning, the sister was still holding her teddy bear. She waved goodbye to him obediently and said, "See you in the evening, brother."
He was so touched by her cuteness that his heart felt like a melted marshmallow. He felt dizzy and thought his sister was simply a little angel. It was because of her presence that he was able to support him in working hard to make money so that he could give his sister the best things.
Xie Lin did it.
However, a career that quickly rises to the top also brings the side effect of being busy.
He looked at his sister and even wavered in his heart, thinking that he might as well not go out to work today. After all, he had a concert and a TV interview, so he should be able to take a day off to accompany his sister and send her to school in person.
He half-knelt down at the door of his warmly decorated home and hugged his sister for a long time, but his sister patted him on the head for comfort, and told him in a baby voice to work harder.
At that time, Xie Lin ruffled his sister's hair, smiled and said yes.
However, that became the last words he said to his sister.
At work, he received a phone call and the person on the other end told him urgently that the nanny and sister had been kidnapped and the circumstances were unknown.
The phone hit the ground and broke into pieces.
The top superstar of that era was so panicked that everything went dark before his eyes. He stood up but stumbled and fell. With the help of the people next to him, he got up and rushed to the scene of the incident.
From that day on, Xie Lin lived in hell.
He postponed all his work indefinitely. He stayed up all night, without eating or drinking, every day since his sister's death. Even the slightest progress or news would make him excited.
However, what he waited for was an even deeper nightmare.
The babysitter's body was found.
Also found was the kidnapper's body.
In the abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, as soon as you step into it, you can smell a strong smell of blood.
The nanny sat on the chair with her head down, no longer breathing.
But around her, the kidnappers died in even more tragic and horrific ways.
There were more than a dozen men, and not a single one of them had an intact body.
The most complete one only had the head and a piece of chest below the neck left.
Most of them have turned into a pile of minced meat.
The blood flowed on the spacious, dusty ground, and was also smeared on the surrounding walls. It stuck to the broken flesh on the walls, and occasionally mixed with half an eyeball, staring at the person who came.
The intestines were thrown up and hung on the ceiling, swaying gently. There was still fear on the broken face of the person.
There was also a person whose entire body was spreading from the deepest part of the warehouse gradually towards the main door, first the feet and legs, and then the internal organs flowing all over the ground, with intestines dragging out for more than ten meters. His skull was smashed at the door, and his hands were still trying to reach out.
The blood trailed for dozens of meters under him.
It was as if he saw something horrible and wanted to escape, but someone was following him slowly, and every time he crawled, the person would chop off a piece of his flesh.
Give him hope, and then shatter it completely. When he thought he could climb out of the door and escape, he died completely inside the door, forever looking outside, but unable to take a single step out.
His eyeballs were gouged out and placed on the threshold. The first person who came in didn't notice it, and with a "puff!" they exploded into two pools of blood.
It was like the most satisfying mockery and revenge for the person who killed him.
The kidnapper thought he was in control of everything, but he didn't realize that he was also the prey being hunted in someone else's hunting ground.
The hunter hummed a nursery rhyme and took brisk steps, chasing his prey at a leisurely pace.
The entire warehouse is filled with the hunter’s grand and glorious trophies. The minced meat smeared on the wall is the hunter’s medal of victory, just like the deer head hung on the wall in tradition.
But the weirdest thing is not these.
But the mannequins in the warehouse.
This used to be a warehouse of a clothing factory. It was later abandoned, so the discarded and useless plastic human figures were also thrown here.
The mannequins were pale and colorless, with stiff features carved out on their faces and their eyes staring straight ahead.
Because they were eliminated, there are many cracks and damages on their bodies, many are missing arms and legs, and some even have only half of their body left.
But now, the mannequins that were originally piled in the corner are standing in the middle of the warehouse.
The originally pale models were now covered in large patches of blood. Some of them even had pieces of the kidnappers' flesh on them, while others held the kidnappers' organs in their plastic hands.
The models' faces were also splashed with blood, which, combined with their straight and stiff gazes, made them look weird and terrifying.
At first glance, it looked as if it was these lifeless plastic models that killed the kidnappers.
The entire warehouse was littered with minced meat and blood.
As soon as some young or inexperienced staff members saw the scene, they rushed out and vomited so much that even the acid water was gone.
But when Xie Lin saw this scene, he had only one thought in his mind -
If everyone died, then what about his sister?
Fortunately, after a thorough test, no DNA of his sister was found, proving that his sister did not become part of the pile of minced meat.
The handling staff told Xie Lin that they suspected this was a case of gang-on-gang cooperation. Something might have gone wrong between the two parties, which led to the silencing of the kidnappers who stayed in the warehouse of the garment factory. They also tried to disguise the scene to look like a crime committed by a perverted murderer, erased all evidence, and acted like a ghost to disrupt the investigation.
Xie Lin's sister was taken away by the other party.
When Xie Lin heard this, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.
But in the eyes of others, his expression was distorted and crazy, and he had completely collapsed.
The immediate death outcome or the possibility of survival makes people hope for it but fail to get it.
I don’t know which is more tragic.
Xie Lin thought that as long as the kidnappers called him, he would be willing to give up all his wealth, and even ask them to do anything.
Just, just... give his sister back to him.
However, he never received the call he was waiting for.
At the peak of his career, Xie Lin announced his retirement from the entertainment industry and devoted all his energy, time and wealth to finding his sister.
But every time, others just shook their heads and sighed.
There were also people who couldn't bear to see Xie Lin looking so crazy and miserable, so they patted his shoulders and advised him reluctantly not to look for another one and just live his own life well.
But Xie Lin knew that was impossible.
Many years ago, when he was only thirteen years old, he was an orphan who grew up in the village eating at hundreds of homes. He ate one meal at a time, never looked forward to tomorrow, and didn't think there was anything beautiful in life.
Just, just alive.
However, the little baby who was crying in the farmland gave him new faith and dreams.
Xie Lin still can't forget the moment when he bent down to pick up the baby. The tiny baby looked at him and smiled sweetly.
So cute.
Plop, plop.
The little heart is beating, that is the pulse of life.
Suddenly, the young boy had an idea, and the thought, "Ah... this is life," came to his mind.
From that moment on, his life was closely linked with his sister's.
Rather than saying that they depend on each other, it would be more accurate to say that it was his sister who gave him the motivation to live a good life.
It also made Xie Lin what he is today.
And when he lost his sister, he lost everything.
Xie Lin walked like a wandering soul on the busy streets. He could not make out the facial features of the people he saw, and even the voices gradually faded away from his ears.
No one knew that the god of song for whom they were screaming and cheering crazily, the legendary figure who opened a golden age, actually needed very little.
So few that only one person was needed - his sister.
Even after being rescued by Song Ci and undergoing a long period of treatment and recovery, Xie Lin still did not give up looking for his sister. Every night he lay in bed with his eyes open until dawn, and hallucinations appeared in the darkness before his eyes, returning to that morning of that year.
The younger sister held the little bear in her arms and obediently raised her chubby paws to wave goodbye to him.
Xie Lin always stared at the illusion in a daze, and as he laughed, tears began to flow, wetting the pillow.
"elder brother."
The younger sister's voice came from beside her ear: "I'm really worried. Didn't I tell you to work harder? Why are you like this now? Hey - you are not Jiaojiao's brother. Jiaojiao's brother is a hero."
Xie Lin knew that he was hallucinating again.
He actually heard his sister's voice.
But even so, Xie Lin hurriedly opened his eyes and looked, unwilling to give up even the slightest chance of seeing his sister.
But this time, the scene before my eyes was different from the previous illusions.
His sister was wearing a beautiful little dress that he had never seen before. She was holding an exquisitely carved puppet in her arms. She was sitting by the fire and looking at him with a smile on her face.
"Good morning, brother."
The younger sister said to him happily: "I didn't expect to see my brother again. Did you come here just to see me?"
Xie Lin was stunned for a moment as he looked at the scene in front of him.
The firewood in the stove made crackling sounds, and the brick and stone walls of the house were blackened by the flames. Through the window, you could see the village outside and the vague ripples of the deep blue lake.
There were wooden shelves everywhere in the house, on which were placed many half-carved wooden works. There were also small wooden men sitting on the shelves, with their thin legs hanging down. The arms of the little wooden men supported their heads, which had not yet been carved, and they looked at Xie Lin.
The wooden carved heads and human figures placed on the wooden rack all turned their heads in unison and looked at Xie Lin. Their dark eye sockets were hollow and even their gazes were silent.
My sister tilted her head. She was sitting on a chair that was much taller than her, swinging her legs. She looked so cute.
"My brother doesn't seem to believe that I'm still here, but that's okay."
The younger sister smiled sweetly: "We will meet soon. My brother has gone to pick him up, and his friends are also here to visit."
"Brother, Jiaojiao misses you very much. Can you come and accompany Jiaojiao?"
Xie Lin stared at the girl in front of him, his Adam's apple rolling.
Maybe it was because the fire in the house was burning too brightly or for some other reason, but a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.
His sister was only a few years old when she disappeared. Now, decades have passed. If she was still alive, she should have grown into a big girl.
But the girl in front of him looked exactly like his sister who had disappeared many years ago.
Both the appearance and age are exactly the same.
In the process of searching for his sister, Xie Lin also visited many masters and thought about using metaphysical means to find her, so he also heard many rumors.
For example, ghosts can see into people’s deepest attachments, pretend to be that person, and lure living people step into death.
For example, if you hear someone calling your name in a dream, don't answer.
That is a ghost possessing the body, trying to steal the soul and yang energy of the living.
He knows it all.
But, but... he missed his sister.
Under the girl's gaze, Xie Lin's throat felt sore, and he opened his mouth with trembling lips, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
Just like that morning many years ago, he promised his sister to finish work early and come back to be with her.
——Even if it’s a ghost, please let me, let me see my sister.
Hot tears rolled down Xie Lin's eyes.
His sister smiled sweetly at him.
The fire suddenly went out and the house was plunged into darkness.
A loud noise came from the darkness.
"Bang!"
Xie Lin was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. Before he could see the scene clearly, Yan Shixun's face entered his sight.
"Xie Lin? Why are you here?"
Yan Shixun frowned, walked over with big strides, grabbed Xie Lin by the collar and carried him forward.
"Weren't you visiting the first courtyard? Why did you come here? Did something happen up ahead?"
Xie Lin was dizzy and took a long time to react before he gradually came to his senses in the biting cold wind.
He looked around and found that the mountains were hidden in darkness and cold fog. The outline of the village was vaguely visible. A few dim lights were shining from the distant windows, and human figures were swaying.
"Yan, Mr. Yan?"
As soon as Xie Lin opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was very hoarse: "Where is this? What happened?"
Yan Shixun looked at Xie Lin in surprise and sneered, "I was just about to ask you this, aren't you with someone else?"
Yan Shixun really had no idea why Xie Lin appeared here out of nowhere.
He and Zhang Wubing were besieged by corpses and shadow puppets in the theater, with no way to retreat. The only way left was to force their way in.
Yan Shixun had to take the female puppets on the stage into account in his plan.
He was reluctant to do so at first. After all, both the shadow play and the wooden puppet showed that the woman died with resentment in her heart, which might be the biggest reason for her current predicament. But she might also be a soul that could be saved.
But there was no other way out at the moment. Yan Shixun had no choice but to take the woman hostage to force away all the dead bodies and shadow puppets and find a way out of the lake in the theater.
——All the corpses and shadow puppets attacking them were controlled by this woman.
In this case, if we want to forcefully resolve the dilemma, the key lies with women.
Just as Yan Shixun was about to take action, he suddenly discovered that a moon appeared in the originally dark night.
The moon is opposite to the sun and has always been the representative of yin energy. Many animals and plants also have the habit of worshiping the moon. The legend of "becoming a spirit by worshiping the moon" has been circulating among the people.
From the very beginning, there was no moon in the theater at all. In Yan Shixun's view, this was another piece of evidence that this place was isolated from the outside world.
But now, the moon suddenly appeared.
At the same time, the ghostly energy in the surroundings surged rapidly, far exceeding the level that ordinary ghosts could bring, and was even denser than the ghostly energy in the theater before.
Yan Shixun was on guard at first, but then he discovered that these powers seemed to be very intimate with him. Not only did they have no intention of hurting him, but they were also drilling into his meridians.
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at the moon, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was... a human figure on the moon.
Chang'e?
Yan Shixun was puzzled.
But he immediately realized where this sense of familiarity came from.
It was the same when Ye Li lent him power before!
In other words, the moon is the incarnation of the power that Ye Li sent in from outside the shadow play. It symbolizes the transcendent status of ghosts and gods that is comparable to heaven and earth, and at the same time it is also sending power to him.
Ye Li and he were isolated in different spaces, but he did not give up looking for him. Instead, he found him across the false world and lent him his power.
Just as Yan Shixun figured out the whole story, he noticed that the moon in the night sky was falling rapidly and hitting the theater.
The dim light was bright and cold, but it clearly illuminated the entire theater, dispersing the original red candlelight.
Not only did Yan Shixun notice the moon getting closer, but the female puppet on the stage also noticed it.
Her mouth flew open and a piercing scream came out.
But soon, an even louder crash rang out, drowning out all other sounds.
Amid the dust where bricks and stones had fallen off and beams had collapsed, Yan Shixun saw the dead bodies and shadow puppets wailing as they turned into dust, while the female puppet stood up from the stage where she was originally sitting and tried to escape.
The entire theater collapsed rapidly with a loud rumbling sound.
He was the only one who was lent power by Ye Li. Because of the power from the same source, he remained unharmed in such a situation that seemed like a disaster of destruction.
The dust didn't even stick to the corners of his clothes.
Zhang Wubing was still screaming when he was held in his arms, but soon fell into the lake along with the wreckage of the theater.
Zhang Wubing: Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle
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