Chapter 239 Jinjiang (2)
No, you guys wait here, I'll go take a look."
Yan Shixun raised his hand to stop Lu Xingxing.
He looked back at Ye Li, who immediately understood and nodded, signaling him to go ahead and do it, and he would take care of it.
The corners of Yan Shixun's lips curled up slightly into a smile, and then he stretched out his long legs and strode towards the museum.
When Yan Shixun walked under the archway and was about to reach the low building, Zhang Wubing and the staff finally reappeared behind the gate.
The two seemed a little excited, as if they had good news to tell.
Zhang Wubing waved to everyone excitedly: "You can still visit the museum. We checked it out. There are not only display cabinets, but also old-fashioned discs that introduce shadow play. It's the same as what the information on the Internet said. Come on!"
After walking in, Zhang Wubing originally thought that what he saw would be as desolate as outside, but he did not expect that the building inside the museum was much more sophisticated than it looked from the outside, and it was a three-courtyard structure.
Although it is not as grand as the courtyard houses left by the princes and aristocratic families in the capital, the area alone makes it look a bit like a museum.
That's why they came back later than expected.
Moreover, after Zhang Wubing tried to push a few doors, he found that although the things inside were covered with dust, the items from that time were still there.
It is a bit run-down, but it is a real museum.
The staff member who went in with Zhang Wubing guessed that there was no one visiting here, and without any income, they naturally couldn't afford to hire anyone to take care of the place, so it looked old.
After discovering the good news, the two of them couldn't wait to jog back, ready to let everyone in to see.
But most importantly, Zhang Wubing felt a little scared.
Maybe it’s because the shadow puppetry skills here are so advanced that the characters are so lifelike.
Even though the shadow puppets were placed in a glass display case and covered with thick dust, Zhang Wubing still felt that the puppets were alive and their eyes were staring at him.
There are shadow puppets on display everywhere, and there are even huge shadow puppet paintings hanging on the walls. Although the paint is mottled, the eyes are still bright and lively.
It was like countless pairs of eyes, staring at the person coming silently.
It even seemed that in the corners where people were not paying attention, the eyeballs would roll around.
Vivid, just like real people.
Zhang Wubing was horrified by the scene and his own associations, but when he asked the staff next to him, the other party shook his head blankly and said that he only felt that the paintings here were very realistic, but he didn't feel anything else.
Therefore, after confirming that the basic functions of the museum were in place, Zhang Wubing hurriedly dragged the staff out, wanting to quickly return to Yan Shixun and everyone else to feel the breath of the servants.
After seeing Zhang Wubing and the other person, the people who were originally worried finally felt relieved and walked forward with a smile on their faces again.
"Director Zhang, are you traveling around the world? Why are you so slow?"
"It's a little broken, but isn't it said that shadow puppetry here has long been extinct? I understand."
"It's also good, haha. This is pure folk culture, without any commercial flavor."
But just as everyone stepped under the archway, the sound of musical instruments suddenly came from the museum.
The sound was dark and empty, echoing in the desolate courtyard. The sadness of the erhu echoed with the sounds of gongs and drums. The folk instruments carried a unique ancient charm, like eyes that suddenly opened in deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned: "Didn't you say there was no one?"
Zhang Wubing felt his hairs stand on end and a cold breath coming from behind him.
An old man with a hunched back appeared in the shadow behind the pillar.
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