Chapter 250 Jinjiang (1)
While Zhang Wubing was still trembling and had no place to step among the blood and corpses on the ground, Yan Shixun had already roughly scanned the entire place and locked onto the most critical point in the entire theater.
It is obvious that the closer the corpse is to the stage, the more bloody and mangled its death becomes.
The most seriously injured body was blown into a bloody mess, with the other end of its intestines hanging on the corner of the table, swaying slightly in the wind.
The shadow puppet artist who rushed out from behind the stage as if to escape also fell face down on the ground or on the steps of the stage with a look of fear on his face.
Their formal performance clothes had been soaked with blood, and their original gorgeousness and exquisiteness could no longer be seen.
Yan Shixun looked carefully and recognized the faces half-submerged in blood with his good memory. They were the middle-aged men he had seen on the posters before.
But unlike the smug look on the posters at that time, the faces of the dead bodies were filled with fear.
The middle-aged man who fell the farthest from the stage still had a look of regret on his face.
His expression was frozen at the moment of death, and he would never have the chance to make up for his mistake.
——The victim will not allow it.
The people who have died and the bitter consequences that have already been incurred cannot be let go with just a simple apology.
However, Yan Shixun found it quite interesting and raised his eyebrows.
The place where this person fell was at least several meters away from the stage than the others, and judging from his weight and long legs, it didn't seem like he could run faster than the others.
In this case...
Did this person realize something was wrong before everyone realized the danger and started to run for their lives?
Yan Shixun paused when he passed by the man, and when he saw the ashes scattered in the pool of blood under the man, he understood.
It is the burning embers of the talisman.
It seems that this person has a guilty conscience and knows exactly what he has done. That is why he carries the talisman with him. Therefore, when the evil ghost appears, he is alerted by the burning of the talisman.
Unfortunately, the evil ghost, who is left with only obsession and resentment, will not let go of the person he hates.
Yan Shixun had originally guessed that there might be an evil ghost behind the curtain that caused the massacre.
But when he actually lifted the curtain, bent down and walked to the back of the stage, he was still startled by the wooden puppet sitting behind the curtain.
And in a place that Yan Shixun didn't notice, the direction of the candlelight changed silently, and his figure standing on the stage was projected onto the curtain.
It is no different from other shadow puppet characters.
Zhang Wubing had been staring at Yan Shixun, fearing that he would be thrown into such a place, and said "Huh?" in confusion.
At that moment, he suddenly saw Yan Shixun on the screen, surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
On the curtain, Yan Shixun was stepping on piles of corpses, and evil ghosts were climbing the mountain of corpses, with pairs of bony arms reaching out to him, trying to grab the corners of his clothes.
However, his coat fluttered behind him, and his palms slowly wiped the blood that splashed on his lips and cheeks. His eyes were sharp and firm. With every step, he stepped on the evil spirits that tried to surge up, and he waded through the mountain of corpses to carve out a bloody path.
The evil ghost howled and struggled, but could not touch even the corner of his clothes.
That is a determination that is enough to move and shock ghosts, gods, heaven and earth. Living towards death, knowing death and yet carrying it out.
Zhang Wubing tilted his head, staring blankly at the picture on the screen, and couldn't help holding his breath.
His eyebrows moved slightly, and his facial features, which were originally squeezed together in a timid manner, gradually relaxed. His eyes, which were especially moist, became cold and intimidating without anger.
The elegant and handsome face that had always been buried by overly expressive expressions finally showed its original beauty.
Zhang Wubing raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes. He looked at the figure of Yan Shixun projected on the screen and laughed softly.
Yan, Shi, Xun.
He pronounced Yan Shixun's name word by word silently, and the smile on his lips gradually widened, as if he was satisfied with the current situation and full of expectations.
He looked at Yan Shixun, the candlelight reflected in his eyes, igniting clusters of flames.
After so many failed attempts, he originally thought that the world had given up on him and would not leave him even a glimmer of hope. However, he did not expect that in his last hopeless attempt, he would gradually achieve his original plan.
That’s right, the evil spirit has entered the bones… the biggest variable in the great way of heaven and earth.
How could anyone else predict it?
This was the only variable. Heaven and earth protected him to the extent that they even excluded ghosts and gods. How could they allow a man who should have been dead to death to see where he was?
Zhang Wubing blinked slowly, noticed the situation around him, and felt the tear marks on his face with his fingers.
He frowned and looked at his fingers with some disgust.
This little idiot...tsk.
However, Zhang Wubing understood the reason for his appearance because of this curtain and Yan Shixun's figure.
Shadow puppetry is a form of theatre that uses shadows. Most people know that the production of shadow puppets is complicated and tedious, and they applaud the mystery presented by this ancient form of drama. However, most people do not know that shadow puppetry has another name.
Ghost play.
Thousands of years ago, in an era closer to the gods, shamans used shadows to symbolize ghosts and gods, thereby conveying their wishes to them and completing sacrifices.
The entire shadow puppet museum is actually a huge shadow puppet stage.
All those who enter the museum are no longer spectators in front of the stage, but shadow puppets behind the scenes.
Therefore, the shadows of all people, gods and ghosts are clearly revealed on this curtain.
The ghosts and gods of the past who were not supposed to exist in the body of the mortal Zhang Wubing were also illuminated by the candlelight and were able to appear here.
Zhang Wubing chuckled softly, his eyes moving around, beautiful beyond words.
He appeared because of Zhang Wubing's shadow, and the figure of Yan Shixun on the screen came from Yan Shixun's final ending...
The secret that had been hidden by heaven and earth for a long time, at this moment, allowed him to glimpse the truth through the shadow.
Zhang Wubing nodded contentedly.
He was about to leave and hand the body back to the little idiot when he suddenly remembered another figure.
I wonder if the ghost who was also attracted by the evil spirit's bone-penetrating appearance also revealed his true form like him?
I hope that person doesn't move the entire Fengdu here when he's so happy. The underworld is weak now. If the entire southwest region is turned upside down and in chaos, it will be unable to cope with it.
However, with the evil spirit already in his bones, he shouldn't need to worry about that ghost anymore.
Thinking this way, Zhang Wubing let go of his mind and allowed himself to plummet into the depths of his soul.
No matter what, the little idiot still has a mortal body. Even if he only has a little soul left, it is not something the little idiot can endure for a long time. If time goes on for a long time, he will be sick and it will never end.
Zhang Wubing made a "tsk" sound, and his disgust for the little idiot deepened.
And the next second, Zhang Wubing suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He was like a student who fell asleep in class without realizing it. When he sensed the crisis, he suddenly woke up and subconsciously looked around, fearing that something had happened during the time he was asleep.
Fortunately, nothing has changed.
Zhang Wubing looked at the screen, but there was only a blur in his vision. He could vaguely see the bloody figure of Yan Shixun killing on the battlefield.
He blinked in confusion and looked again, but Yan Shixun was clearly standing quietly in the same place, but there was a series of splashes of blood on the curtain, forming a hideous appearance.
He breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.
He must have seen the bloodstains and Brother Yan overlapping each other, fortunately it was just an illusion.
Yan Shixun had no idea what happened in the audience in that brief moment; he was still observing the wooden puppets behind the scenes.
It's not like he had never seen wood carvings before, but this was the first time he had seen one that was this detailed.
The female doll is lifelike, with delicate hair, eyebrows and eyes. The smile on her lips makes her look as if she will open her eyes and come alive in the next moment.
She looked to be around thirty years old, with fine lines already appearing at the corners of her eyes, but one could tell that she had good manners, the result of a wealthy life. She was wearing clothes from several decades ago, with a long skirt gathered to her knees. Her hands were crossed and placed gently in front of her abdomen, and she had a wooden bracelet on her wrist.
There were also a few wooden sticks with silk threads hanging at her feet. These were the props used by shadow puppet artists to manipulate the puppets. They looked like they had just fallen from her hands.
The female doll was sitting behind the curtain, but away from the curtain, further back, so Yan Shixun did not see her shadow from outside at first.
She just stood there in a place where no one could see, quietly watching the massacre and the panic escape in the yard.
The leisurely mood of the spectators watching the show was gone, leaving only hideous and twisted faces that looked like they wanted to escape. Blood dripped into a pool of blood, filling the cracks in the bluestone bricks.
It’s as if the identities of the front and backstage have been swapped.
The ones in front of the stage are the shadow puppets manipulated by the craftsmen, while those sitting behind the scenes are the spectators.
The woman watched them flee in panic, her face no longer showing her usual arrogance and pride. She saw them crying and trying to escape for their lives, but still died from the attack that came from nowhere.
A happy smile appeared on her face.
Dead objects that are highly similar to humans can make people feel weird and fearful, as if what they are seeing is the carrier of a ghost.
Although Yan Shixun was not afraid of ghosts, he still frowned uncomfortably when he saw the wood carving that looked almost like a real person.
Unlike ordinary people who are afraid of human-shaped dead objects, Yan Shixun actually knows the truth about the wood carving.
There is a method called "bone replacement", which uses a skeleton carved from wood to replace the incomplete body for burial, so that the soul has a place to attach to.
When he saw this overly detailed wooden sculpture of a woman, the first thought that came to his mind was -
This is a wood carving used as a "bone replacement".
Yan Shixun guessed that the woman was dead, and someone else carved the statue and placed it here so that her soul could reside in it and witness the massacre with her own eyes.
This also confirmed his guess before entering the theater.
If they were really so afraid of the unknown dangers in the theater that they rushed to find a boat to leave the lake, they would really stray away from the truth forever and would not be able to find the obsession of the dead souls hidden behind the vermilion lacquered gate.
Even the dead bodies under the lake would bite holes in the boats they were driving, causing them to fall into the lake.
By then, even if they did not die under the sharp teeth of the corpses, their body temperature would be taken away by the freezing cold lake water, and they would eventually drown and sink to the bottom of the lake.
And this theater hidden under the abyss...
It is very likely that it is the deepest part of the soul of this dead woman.
All her obsessions and hatred are buried here. The story begins with shadow puppets and will naturally end with shadow puppets.
But at the same time, the theater also trapped the woman's soul, making her unable to leave.
Her hatred became her wall.
The cold lake water outside and the dead bodies under the lake not only prevented living people or evil spirits from finding her obsession that she did not want to show to others, but also made it impossible for her to leave.
There was never a way out.
Although the lantern only illuminated the lake for a brief moment when Yan Shixun threw it into the lake, he could still clearly see the faces of the dead bodies gathered in one place.
Even though those faces had rotted and turned pale, and were distorted to the point of not looking human anymore, Yan Shixun still recognized a few of them. They were the shadow puppet masters in the posters hanging on the wall when he was in the museum before.
At the same time, there was also a dead body lying outside the curtain.
Yan Shixun stared at the female wood sculpture with heavy eyes, his lips pursed so tightly that they turned white.
Whether from her hatred and revenge towards the villagers in front of the stage, or from her unique dress, she looked very much like the woman who was besieged by villagers in the shadow play that Yan Shixun had seen on the CD before.
The scene before him was pieced together with the previous shadow play, and a complete story was reconstructed in Yan Shixun's mind.
The woman who cried and begged the villagers to let her go was eventually killed by the villagers.
After her death, someone avenged her and gathered all the villagers in the theater. The show started with dense gong and drum beats and the erhu sounded sad and weeping, but it was the sound of the arrival of death and the early wailing of filial sons.
The woman watched with her own eyes the villagers, whom she had once begged but who refused to let her go, die one after another in regret and fear, and the resentment in her soul finally came to an end.
However, the death of all the villagers also became a sin that the woman's soul had to bear. After their death, they turned into "fish" in the lake, completely cutting off the possibility of the woman leaving here and reincarnating.
She is here, imprisoned on a circle.
Yan Shixun didn't know what had happened that year that made the villagers treat the woman like that. The woman was clearly seeking revenge, but the cause and effect did not form a closed loop. Instead, the bad consequences outweighed the bad causes.
He pondered for a while, and was about to move closer to observe the wood carving when he heard Zhang Wubing's voice.
"Brother Yan, are you playing with shadow puppets in the back?"
Zhang Wubing's questioning voice was filled with confusion: "Brother Yan, when did you learn this?"
"What kind of shadow puppets are these..."
Yan Shixun thought that little idiot Zhang Wubing was going to do something again, so he frowned and turned his head subconsciously, but when he saw the curtain next to him, the voice stopped abruptly.
——I don’t know when a shadow play started to be performed on the screen.
There was clearly no one controlling the shadow puppets, but shadows appeared on the screen.
These shadows are so exquisite that they are indistinguishable from the real thing, making it difficult to tell whether this is a shadow play or a real event.
The villagers ran in the village under the night sky, chasing the woman in front.
The woman held her belly with one hand, looking panicked, and tears in her eyes when she looked back from time to time.
Her running posture was strange, her body was clumsy and her steps were weak. It was obvious that her physical condition could not support her high-intensity running, but she did not dare to stop at all.
The villagers behind had excited smiles on their faces, like hungry wolves chasing lambs, and their eyes were glowing green in the night.
The leading villagers shouted loudly, making the woman tremble with fear even more.
When the villagers turned around, Yan Shixun could see their faces clearly.
They were exactly the shadow puppet masters he had seen on the poster before.
However, compared to the faces on the poster, the people in the shadow play are younger, crazier and more violent.
They waved farm tools and cheered loudly, with no trace of life in their eyes, only the excitement of hunting prey.
The woman ran out of breath, and finally her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
With tears streaming down her face, she raised her hand and grabbed the trouser leg of a villager on the roadside, trying to seek help from him.
But the old villager hunched his back and closed his eyes, looking as if he didn't see anything and wasn't going to intervene.
The woman understood what the other party meant and knew that he did not want to offend a fellow villager with whom he had lived for a lifetime for the sake of an ordinary acquaintance.
What's more, the old man is already old, but the young man is in his prime and he is also considering his own situation.
The woman gradually lost hope and let go of his hand. When she saw the villagers chasing after her, she staggered to her feet and continued to run.
A long winding trail of blood was left on the road where she ran.
The woman ran slower and slower, and the villagers behind her were getting closer and closer. In her panic, she only heard a loud "plop!"
Suddenly, drum beats began.
It was like a heavy object falling into a lake, causing water to splash.
At the same time, the light on the entire curtain dimmed, the candles were blown out, the shadow play sank into darkness, and all the scenes disappeared.
There was no fleeing woman, no chasing and hunting villagers.
There was only a dead silent theater shrouded by the light of red lanterns.
The dim candle flames that were burning before were all extinguished, leaving only four red lanterns hanging on the four corners, swaying gently in the night wind, and the dark red light and shadows were shaking and shattering, which looked particularly weird.
Zhang Wubing couldn't help but swallow his saliva and looked at the suddenly dark environment in horror.
He was just about to ask his brother Yan what was going on when he suddenly discovered that from his angle, he could see the shadow reappear on the screen.
But unlike the brightness before, the blood-covered curtain still had blood splattered on it, and the shadows that appeared in such a dark environment made Zhang Wubing's scalp numb even more.
He didn't even have the strength to call Yan Shixun and could only watch the shadows moving on the screen.
This is a chase scene.
The two people in the front were running wildly, and behind them, corpses were running and chasing, while others were crawling on the ground dragging their bodies, trying to stretch out their hands, which were only left with dry bones, to catch the two people.
Not only that, under the feet and around the two men, there were empty eyes staring at them eagerly.
They were like running on the surface of a lake, and beneath the water, ghost masks floated up from the bottom of the lake, trying to grab their feet and drag them into the cold, dark water.
The shadow of the skeleton was reflected on the screen, watching the two people silently, waiting for an opportunity to move, wanting to take advantage of the two people when they could not run or relaxed their guard.
Zhang Wubing was terrified and thought to himself, this is too scary. Fortunately, I was not the one being chased like this, otherwise I would have been scared to death.
But as soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt that the two figures in front looked familiar.
Zhang Wubing couldn't help but squint his eyes and move closer to see clearly.
Then, he realized belatedly...
These two people seem to be Brother Yan and him?
But from Yan Shixun's perspective, when he looked at the curtain from behind, there was no more picture after the candlelight went out.
Instead, a slight "cluck" sound came from beside him.
It was like a jerky bearing turning, and the friction sound was so painful that it made my teeth ache.
But what concerned Yan Shixun more was that he felt the sound was very familiar. Upon closer listening, there was also a "rustling" sound, more like the joints of wood rubbing against each other.
At that moment, the first thing that appeared in his mind was the wood sculpture sitting next to him!
Yan Shixun looked towards the wood carving suddenly, and saw that under the dim red light, the wooden carving doll was shaking its head slowly and imperceptibly from side to side.
It's like waking up after a long sleep, moving the joints to wake the body.
The puppet, which looked no different from a real person, slowly twisted its neck, and after a series of friction sounds, it raised its head and looked in the direction where Yan Shixun was standing.
The puppet's painted eyeballs suddenly came to life and slowly turned. In the dark eyes without whites, no light could be seen, only dead silence and hatred.
She is smiling.
The puppet's mouth was open like a crescent moon.
She tilted her head, and even her eyes narrowed with laughter, like a reverse crescent moon.
The wooden puppet's mouth opened and closed, making a "click" sound as if it was asking Yan Shixun——
You, aren't you going to run?
Yan Shixun frowned, guarding against the puppet's sudden attack.
Before he could react, the shadow puppets that were originally thrown at the puppet's feet suddenly collided with each other and made a sound.
Yan Shixun looked down subconsciously and saw that the shadow puppets that had collapsed on the ground were standing up one by one.
The shadow puppet figure, which was half a meter tall, raised its head and stared blankly at Yan Shixun.
They were pale, wearing the shrouds of dead bodies, with two patches of stiff blush on their cheeks, and their dark eyes revealed malice.
The silk threads wrapped around their limbs and heads that controlled their movements disappeared into the darkness, and the wooden stick was taken up by the wooden puppet at some point.
The female puppet was still sitting upright, but her fingers holding the five wooden sticks flipped flexibly, causing the shadow puppet to stand up staggeringly, and then suddenly rushed towards Yan Shixun.
At this moment, Zhang Wubing's terrified shout came from under the stage.
"Brother Yan, run!"
Yan Shixun heard the voice and looked over, but was suddenly stunned.
Looking across the curtain, he saw Zhang Wubing with an anxious look on his face.
And behind Zhang Wubing, there was a dead body that stood up from the ground unsteadily.
The corpses that had been confirmed dead when Yan Shixun first walked into the theater were now crawling out of the pool of blood with twisted limbs and bodies.
The corpses, which had not yet completely cooled down, were still somewhat soft. Even though they were not as flexible as living people, they were enough to hurt Zhang Wubing who was so close to them.
Yan Shixun's heart sank.
Compared to Zhang Wubing who was anxiously worried about him, he was now more worried about this little idiot who didn't even notice what was happening behind him.
Just at this moment, the shadow puppet that wanted to attack Yan Shixun was also controlled by the puppet to pounce on him.
His eyes sharpened and he rushed to the edge of the stage. He slapped the railing with his palm and then held it tightly and exerted force. Using the force, his slender body immediately jumped over the railing nimbly and flew out, flexibly avoiding the movement trajectory of the shadow puppet, and then landed lightly on the bluestone slab under the stage.
The Martin boots stepped into a pool of blood, blood splattered, and the corners of clothes flew.
Yan Shixun stepped on the ground and exerted force continuously, without any pause, he rushed straight to where Zhang Wubing was standing.
With one hand, he grabbed the long bench next to him, then swung his arm with muscles bulging, and smashed the long bench at the corpse rushing towards him from behind Zhang Wubing. With his other hand, he directly grabbed Zhang Wubing's collar and pulled the little fool, who was stunned by his actions, into his arms.
There was a loud "bang!"
The long bench hit the dead body, and the body flew out horizontally, carrying along several corpses behind it, and flew straight to the back.
It didn't stop until it hit the wall.
At the same time, Zhang Wubing also crashed into Yan Shixun's strong chest. The tight and hard muscles hurt his nose and he started to cry.
But Zhang Wubing felt the cold wind brought by Yan Shixun blowing across the back of his neck, and shuddered, but he did not dare to say that he was hurt by Yan Shixun's collision.
Yan Shixun held Zhang Wubing in his arms with one hand to prevent him from getting in the way. Then he raised his head and looked over Zhang Wubing's head with sharp eyes at the corpses that were smashed against the wall.
The force of the blow just now was so great that, along with the weight of several corpses, it actually caused the bricks and stones on the wall to fall off, and dust fell down.
The walls creaked under the heavy load.
Immediately, huge cracks spread rapidly outward along the center of force, and cracks covered the entire vermilion red wall.
When the corpse fell back to the ground from the wall, the wall collapsed with a loud "bang!", and bricks and stones rolled all over the ground.
A cold wind blew across the lake, bringing with it the chill of water vapor that blew in through the huge hole.
Zhang Wubing shivered with cold, and tried to console himself by telling himself to remember to bring a scarf next time.
However, Yan Shixun, who was facing the wall, saw through the hole and saw dead bodies in the lake outside climbing up the stone steps outside the theater.
Those rotten, pale blue corpses, covered in water, crawled towards the theater door, but when they were about to push the door open, they were attracted by a loud noise. They turned their heads and looked into the theater through the big hole.
Soon, one of the corpses reacted first, turned around and rushed towards the cave entrance.
At this time, Zhang Wubing, who had just quietly raised his head in Yan Shixun's arms to take a breath, also looked over Yan Shixun's shoulder and saw the shadow puppet figure rushing towards him on the stage.
At the same time, the dead bodies in the entire theater slowly stood up from the pool of blood, staggered and turned their heads to face Yan Shixun and the other man.
The siege came from all directions, blocking all routes and leaving no escape.
Zhang Wubing was so scared that he stuttered as he reminded Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun slowly turned around and looked sideways at the stage.
The woman's shadow was projected on the screen.
She grinned and smiled.
…
After Nantian discovered that Xie Lin beside him was just a piece of paper drawing, he quickly realized, having experienced the events of Nanming Mountain, that he must have been trapped in the ghostly aura of a monster.
The one who got into trouble could be him or Xie Lin, but they were no longer in the same space.
While he was still obsessed with the shadow puppets hanging on the wall, Xie Lin had already been replaced by a paper man.
After this thought popped up in his mind, Nantian suddenly heard sounds coming from all around the room.
Rustling.
Flutter...
It's like the sound of paper being blown by the wind.
Nantian subconsciously looked up and saw that the shadow puppets that were originally hung on the wall had actually broken free from the nails that had originally nailed their hands and feet, and floated down from the wall.
However, this is by no means a sad story about a love between a human and a ghost from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.
But it is real murderous intent.
Shadow puppets walked down from the walls on all sides, the silk threads on their bodies faintly flickering in the golden-red sunset. Invisible hands were controlling their movements, making them walk towards the south sky.
Nantian instinctively took a step back, quickly calmed down after the shock, reached out to grab the source of heat on his chest, pulled it down with force, and blocked it in front of himself.
That was when they were in Nanming Mountain. The elder sister who was raised by my master's father gave the fabric to Yan Shixun, and Yan Shixun gave it to him in return.
It symbolizes peace and can ward off evil spirits.
Just as Nantian took out the fabric from under his clothes, the movements of the shadow puppets stopped, as if the pause button was pressed.
And their ink-stained eyes also flashed with fear in a human-like manner.
Taking advantage of the pause of the shadow puppet, Nantian turned around and ran towards the door.
Nantian remembered that Yan Shixun had said before that he would leave his lover in the first courtyard just in case.
So now, as long as he runs out of this room and finds Brother Yan’s lover, he will be safe!
Nantian thought so, but his eyes widened when he pushed open the door and ran into the yard.
The yard was empty, not a single person in sight.
The main screen camera originally set up in the yard, the equipment placed there by the program team, and the staff who stayed there all disappeared.
The surrounding rooms were also dead silent with no sound of anyone.
But Nantian clearly remembered that except for Brother Yan and Director Zhang who went to the last courtyard, everyone else was crowded into the rooms in the first courtyard to visit.
How come no one is missing now?
Could it be that... they have all met with trouble before me?
Nantian was startled and didn't care about the shadow puppet behind him for a moment. He quickly ran to the rooms where he remembered the guests had gone.
No matter how bad his guess was, he had to confirm it with his own eyes first. Who knows, maybe other people were still alive and well and still needed help!
Thinking this, Nantian pushed open the door closest to him.
The door was pushed open with a loud bang, and hit the wall, raising a cloud of dust. The old and rotten wood almost fell apart.
However, there was only a small shadow puppet stage used in the market in the room, which was placed in the middle as an exhibit. Various shadow puppet props, including mountains, rivers, and village houses, were also displayed around the walls.
The only people not in the room were Lu Xingxing and Song Ci.
Nantian was so panicked that his hands were shaking. He quickly ran to the next room. As soon as he opened the door, he was startled by a life-size skeleton facing the door. Then he realized that it seemed to be carved out of wood and not a real skeleton.
But there was still no sign of An Nanyuan and Zhao Zhen in the room.
Nantian felt that he was about to be suffocated by this oppressive silence. His heart was beating as if it was going to jump out of his throat, and the hot blood was rushing to his head, making his face flush red. He quickly took two deep breaths and then ran to the next room.
But he ran all over the yard and opened every door, but he couldn't see a single person.
Nantian also tried to run to the second courtyard, but after he stepped over the threshold, he was shocked to find that what appeared before him was still the first courtyard!
He seemed to be stuck in a Rashomon loop. No matter how he rushed left and right, he was trapped in this small courtyard.
If there is a piece of wood in the wall, it means you are trapped.
The dead tree silently watched Nan Tian running back and forth, shook slightly, and cast a ghostly shadow on the ground.
The shadow spread silently, and without Nantian noticing, it gradually extended towards his feet.
What's worse is that the shadow puppet figures that Nantian had previously used fabric to shock in the room began to move again, as if they were controlled by some kind of existence.
Although affected by the fabric that carried the residual power of Nanming Mountain, the shadow puppets were no longer as flexible as before, and walked unsteadily, but still firmly surrounded Nantian.
Nantian was worried about the others, and was also horrified by the shadow puppet in front of him that looked like a human but was not a human. Even his calves were shaking, but he still stubbornly supported himself against the wall at the door of the room.
It is more difficult for a person to stay awake in danger than for a person who is asleep.
Especially when he himself does not have the power to protect others.
Nantian was so anxious that she was about to cry out loud, and she kept repeating Yan Shixun's name in her heart.
He even thought that it would be fine if there was a Lu Xingxing. At this time, he would not be picky. Having a Lu Xingxing was better than having nothing.
At the same time, in a place that Nantian could not see, Lu Xingxing suddenly raised his head in surprise and looked directly at the golden-red sunset projected from above.
Looking directly at the sun made his eyes hurt and he instinctively squinted them, and then he realized that the light did not come from around them.
But other worlds.
After Lu Xingxing and Song Ci cooperated with each other and burned the corpses and props with the sun which was actually candlelight, the room they were in changed drastically. There was no sun anymore, but a lake under the dark night.
He and Song Ci were standing on the lake, and the dead bodies surrounded them like fish smelling food.
Lu Xingxing had to ask Song Ci to close his eyes tightly to prevent the white on the lake from turning into paper money. Then he stepped on the paper money as if it were lotus leaves. He held Song Ci in his arms like a princess and jumped over the white paper money floating on the lake and refused to sink, carefully avoiding the corpses under the water.
He and Song Ci had brushes with death several times.
If Song Ci hadn't closed his eyes, he would have disliked Lu Xingxing for his movements that were like a goose flapping its wings.
However, Lu Xingxing was very satisfied with his performance and even gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
Lu Xingxing: Just for this snake-skin movement, Haiyun Temple should give me an award! When I go back, I will tell my master and ancestors and ask them to praise me.
But at the same time, Lu Xingxing also knew that this was not a long-term solution.
The dark eye sockets of those corpses were filled with greed for their flesh and blood. They could fool them a few times, but over time, there was no guarantee that these dead bodies would not come up with other ways to deal with them.
Lu Xingxing tried so hard to think of a way to escape that his hair almost fell out. He couldn't help but miss the time when Yan Shixun or Song Yi was around.
At that time, he only needed to do what he was told, instead of making his own decisions like he does now.
Especially since he was now responsible for another person's life.
If he made any mistake, Song Ci would be injured or even killed, and the others didn't know what the situation was like and whether they needed his help...
If it was only his own life, Lu Xingxing would not have cared much, but now, he felt the heavy weight of so many lives pressing down on his shoulders.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling more and more that Yan Shixun was simply a monster and not an ordinary person at all - Yan Shixun had been responsible for so many lives before, but he was still able to remain so calm, as if nothing could break his composure.
How on earth did they do that!
Why can't he learn it!
Master, I want to learn this!
Just when Lu Xingxing was complaining and roaring in his heart, he suddenly found that there was a light shining from the side.
The golden-red sunset fell on the lake, and the ripples were all filled with fine golden color, which was beautiful beyond words.
Lu Xingxing turned around in surprise, then realized that this was a variable.
But changes are the turning point of life!
Lu Xingxing immediately shook Song Ci to make him open his eyes, and told him solemnly: "Watch out, your brother Xing is going to
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