After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Song Ci never expected that the moment he lowered his head and closed his eyes, the surrounding scene would be completely different.

He felt as if he was out of reality, and even his previously weak body seemed to be far away from him, becoming light and flexible, without soreness and fatigue, but becoming healthy and full of strength.

Before the young master could figure out what was going on, he was startled by Xingxing's screams on the side road.

"Lu Xingxing, are you crazy? Surprised..."

The young master turned his head impatiently to look at Lu Xingxing.

However, when he saw clearly the figure behind Lu Xingxing, he was startled suddenly, and even half of what he said got stuck in his throat.

——In the direction where Lu Xingxing's eyes met, there was a paper figurine that didn't look like a living person.

From the perspective of the young master, one can clearly see that although the man's facial features are lifelike, his limbs are complete and flexible, and no flaws can be seen.But when viewed from the side, the man only had a flimsy piece of paper without any thickness.

It's real, Cardboard Man.

The paper man is laughing.

In its eyes drawn with a black pen, the pure black and dull eyeballs rolled around, the arc of its mouth rose, and even the two blobs of bright red on its cheeks seemed to become more red like blood, as if it had been captured The color stained by blood.

The paper man stared at Lu Xingxing, and when Lu Xingxing was so frightened that he couldn't move, it slowly raised its hand and stretched its fingers towards Lu Xingxing, as if it wanted to touch his eyes.

The young master was horrified by the scene in front of him, sweating all over, but from Lu Xingxing's perspective, he was not a paper man.

But real people.

This person smiled strangely, but praised his eyes, saying that his eyes were beautiful.

"Unfortunately, I only have such a pair of eyes. Have you seen it? It's lost."

The man smiled stiffly, and begged Lu Xingxing: "No one came to help me fix my eyes, I'm so sad. Could you please...give me your eyes?"

Lu Xingxing only felt goose bumps all over his body.

He wanted to open his mouth to scold this person, telling him to go to the doctor if he was sick, and to have surgery if he had eye problems, and to ask a Taoist priest what to do if his eyes were broken, did he find the wrong person.

However, when Lu Xingxing wanted to open his mouth, he was horrified to find that his mouth, which was normal a moment ago, suddenly couldn't open it now.

It's not that the mouth is stuck with glue, and it's not that the throat is tight and the vocal cords lose their function, but that there is no mouth from the beginning!

Lu Xingxing clearly saw his current appearance from the eyes of the person opposite.

His eyes were terrified, but the place where his mouth should have been was empty and smooth without any cracks.

This made his originally handsome face become weird.

It's like a rough painter who forgot that people still have mouths, and never painted the mouth on his face from the beginning.

how so!

This, what's the situation!

The unexpected development made Lu Xingxing panic, and a burst of hot sweat broke out on his back instantly.

He wanted to run, before the man's hand actually touched his eyes.

But there is a strange force that grabs him and doesn't allow him to leave.

Lu Xingxing rolled his eyes, and when he couldn't move his neck, he slid down desperately, trying to see what was stopping him.

Then he saw...

Under my feet, what should have been the concrete floor of the room turned into water at some point.

Layers of ripples rippling away from the place where he stood, blurred faces gathered under the water surface, and gradually floated up from the deep lake bottom, leaning against the water surface and looking up.

On the blurry face, where the eyes should have been, there were only light-transmitting holes left, and the mouth was grinning high.

It's like seeing the food thrown and the fish gathered in the viewing pool of the scenic spot.

It's just that the identity is changed now, and Lu Xingxing is the fish food that attracts the fish.

But I couldn't see who was the spectator who threw out this handful of fish food...

"Are you a fool! Why don't you run?"

Just when Lu Xingxing's eyes were tearing and he desperately wanted to struggle away from the spot, he was shocked to find that all his struggles were futile, as if all the running in a nightmare could not affect the sleeping body on the bed.

However, when Lu Xingxing gradually became sad and angry, but could only watch the hand of the person in front of him stretching out towards him, a force suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him away vigorously.

The moment he was touched by someone, Lu Xingxing suddenly felt that his body, which was imprisoned in place, could move again.

It's as if the effect of the holding spell has faded.

Lu Xingxing staggered a few steps and almost fell.

He raised his head to look at the source of the voice, and what he saw was Song Ci's extraordinarily gorgeous and vivid face under the anger.

Lu Xingxing didn't even have time to explain to Song Ci what happened to him just now, nor did he cast a glance at the person next to him.

He immediately grabbed the young master's arm with his backhand, and ran forward with the young master's desperate strides.

Song Ci hadn't understood what it was all about, but when he looked at Lu Xingxing's dull and unbelievable face, and was about to scold him, he felt a sense of weightlessness.

His head jerked back, and he staggered a few steps before taking a step out of physical instinct, and was forced to run forward with Lu Xingxing in order not to fall to the ground.

"Road, Road Star!"

Song Ci gritted his teeth angrily and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Lu Xingxing turned his head while running fast, and looked behind Song Ci.

The man was still standing there.

He also seemed to be a little surprised by Lu Xingxing's escape, and his outstretched hand slowly fell, returning to a standing posture.

The man turned around slightly, facing the direction of Lu Xingxing, his bright red mouth opened and closed with a grin, as if to say——

Where do you think you are going?

Even the ground that Lu Xingxing and Song Ci ran across was like the land that had been split into the river bed.

The concrete floor was cracked inch by inch, and the huge cracks chased the two people's footsteps all the way, like a spider's web chasing its prey.

And the water that was originally under Lu Xingxing's feet poured in, filling every gully with turbulence.

Those blurred faces that emerged from the bottom of the lake also moved forward with the current, chasing after Lu Xingxing.

The man stood at the source of everything, staring at the stars with his dark and dull eyes, like a fisherman besieging his prey.

At that moment, Lu Xingxing had a feeling.

It seems that the entire space they are in belongs to the existence of unknown origin.No matter where he desperately wants to run, it is just in the palm of the other party.

Can't get out of Wuzhishan.

To make matters worse, he is not Monkey King, and he does not have the power of Monkey King to disrupt the world.

Lu Xingxing's heart, which was beating violently because of the horror, suddenly fell into the icy lake at this moment.

A trace of despair emerged from his heart, Yan Shixun's name was on his lips.

Can I really protect Song Ci in this situation?

Why am I not a character like Brother Yan...why let me encounter all this!

Lu Xingxing's originally running pace gradually slowed down, as if he wanted to give up struggling.

But in Song Ci's eyes, it was Lu Xingxing who was frightened by a painted paper man and fled in panic, running into the depths of the room in a panic.

Every time they took a step, the white paper under their feet would crack due to the friction of their footsteps, revealing the picture below covered by the white paper.

Song Ci was dragged and ran so wildly that he could hardly breathe, and could only look down at his feet in the gap.

He saw that covered by white paper were beautiful landscape paintings.

It’s like the background board of a shadow puppet show. Each act has a different background. The beautiful landscapes and villages that have been drawn long ago are deftly transformed by the shadow puppet craftsman, changing the scene and the sky in an instant.

However, compared with the background board, the picture covered by white paper and trampled by them at this time is bigger and more delicate and beautiful, so real that it seems that it is not drawn.

Instead, the world was intercepted and placed on the drawing board, and all the scenes were frozen at that moment.

Whether it's the green hills and trees, the golden and red sunset in the distance, the rippling lakes and villages nearby, and the rising smoke from cooking...

It makes people feel like they are really in it.

Moreover, as they run, these scenes seem to be endless under their feet, spreading into the distance.

But compared to the shock brought by such a picture, Song Ci's attention was not entirely on it.

On the contrary, he was distracted by Lu Xingxing's taking away his attention, and he didn't shake his mind or make associations because of the exquisite scenes painted.

Song Ci was forced to run until he was almost out of breath, and wanted to scold Lu Xingxing to death.

However, he was not good at sports since he was a child. He is delicate and expensive. He even barely passed the school physical test at the last second.

Not to mention running like a marathon at the moment.

Song Ci only felt like an unlucky owner who came out for a walk with his dog. He couldn't even pull the rope to hold the dog, so he had to be dragged by the husky and run wildly. It was an extravagant hope to stop.

If you beat me to death in the future, I won’t raise a dog, especially a husky, never!

Starting today, I am at odds with dogs!

Song Ci felt sad and indignant.

But just when he suspected that he was going to be dragged by Lu Xingxing for the rest of his life, he found that Lu Xingxing's speed was decreasing and gradually stopped.

Song Ci was overjoyed, took a quick breath to adjust his breathing, rushed up, and slapped Lu Xingxing hard on the head.

"Crack!" sound.

It's as loud as slapping a watermelon.

"Are you a dog?"

The young master yelled sharply: "Run like crazy without saying anything, do you have no mouth or can't speak? Why are you running?"

Lu Xingxing turned his head to look at Song Ci sadly, and there was even a layer of water in the red eye circles, as if he would cry in the next moment.

Young Master: "..."

Young master: "!!!"

what's the situation?Lu Xingxing actually still has time to cry?

Song Ci was startled, and felt that something was wrong.

For such a long time, he has only seen Lu Xingxing play crazy, but where has he ever seen Lu Xingxing cry?Still so sad that he choked up, as if he had been shaved by a husky.

Lu Xingxing is notoriously a thorn in the side. In the entertainment industry, as long as he dislikes someone, or knows the other party's secrets, he can mercilessly scold the other party. He doesn't care about the other party's identity or what he does. s consequence.

It is also because of this that many people in the entertainment industry hate Lu Xingxing, but at the same time fear him, for fear that he will reveal something shameful about him.

To say that Lu Xingxing, who is so arrogant and daring to speak out, was cowardly, Song Ci only saw Yan Shixun or Yan Shixun's lover present.

But now...

Song Ci couldn't care less about scolding Lu Xingxing for a while, and quickly grabbed him to prevent him from running forward, and then hurriedly went to check on Lu Xingxing's situation.

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

Song Ci couldn't help wondering if that paper figurine had already done something to Lu Xingxing before he noticed it.

But Lu Xingxing grabbed Song Ci's hand that wanted to tear his clothes off, with tears in his eyes, and pointed to his mouth with the other finger.

Lu Xingxing: My mouth is woo woo, I have no mouth, not only can I not protect you, but I can no longer speak.

What is the most terrifying punishment for a chatterbox?

——It made him unable to speak anymore, and even took his mouth away.

Lu Xingxing was heartbroken, and he was even thinking about giving up on himself, otherwise he would die here, as long as he could send Song Ci out of such a crisis, he didn't want to live a life without even a mouth, It was so dark!

Song Ci: ...?

What's crazy?

The young master glanced back, and found that the paper figurine had disappeared in place at some point.

Where they ran, there was only one empty room connected to another, with no end in sight.

The four walls are all white, and even the ground is covered with white paper.

Only the golden-red sunset outside the window is reflected, and through the glass, everything is dyed with warm colors.

Under the warm light, it was even more dead silent and empty to the point of panic.

The only one who can still prove his existence is the partner around him.

Song Ci paused, and immediately pulled himself out of the uncomfortable state of mind, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief because the paper figurine disappeared.

At the very least, Lu Xingxing is safe.

Taking advantage of the posture of Lu Xingxing holding his palm, he forcefully pushed Lu Xingxing to the window next to him, pressed him against the glass, and took a careful look at him from head to toe under the sunlight.

No missing arms or legs, no color of blood, everything looked normal.

Song Ci finally heaved a sigh of relief, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing just pointing at your mouth? Someone cut your vocal cords?"

Lu Xingxing was even more sad, and frantically gestured to Song Ci: Can't you see that my mouth has disappeared!

Song Ci: ...OK, this dog is really crazy.

"Open your mouth and speak!"

Song Ci's patience was finally exhausted, and impatiently raised his hand and punched Lu Xingxing in the chest.

"No cough cough..."

Lu Xingxing gasped, caught off guard, and coughed out of pain.

"Why did you suddenly become so powerful? It hurts too much. Did your brother feed you fine ginseng every day when you were recuperating?"

Lu Xingxing covered his chest with one hand, feeling that Song Ci's punch made his eyes shine, and he grinned and complained.

"Do you think I think? It doesn't take much effort to beat you? Isn't it because you are crazy if you don't talk?"

The young master snorted coldly and rolled his eyes, not planning to get used to Lu Xingxing's weird problems.

Besides, he is very self-aware of his physical strength. If you say that people are mad at him, Thaksin, but if you say that people are beaten to death by him, it hurts...how is that possible?Are you kidding me, does he seem to have such good physical strength?

The young master was so angry that he slapped Lu Xingxing's arm again.

Lu Xingxing was suddenly in pain, "Aw!" he yelled out.

But before the two of them could say anything else, they seemed to have suddenly realized something was wrong. The words they originally wanted to say stopped in their throats, and they looked at each other dully.

look at each other.

"I... still have my mouth?"

"It really hurts me to hit someone?"

The two asked each other questions at the same time.

Immediately, they all frowned gradually because of the other party's question.

"What does it mean that the mouth is still there? Do people lose their mouths?"

The young master frowned stubbornly, raised his hand and grabbed Lu Xingxing's lips and kneaded them mercilessly.

"Does it hurt? Are you there?"

"Yes, yes, it hurts!"

Lu Xingxing burst into tears all of a sudden: "Let go, it really hurts ahhh, your mouth is going to be ripped off."

Song Ci snorted coldly and let go of his hand.

Lu Xingxing immediately let go of Song Ci's hand, and covered his chest with one hand and his mouth with the other, his eyes were watery from the pain, and his color was shining brightly.

Under the light of the setting sun, Lu Xingxing's image at this time is quite a bit like the beauty of Xi Shi covering her heart, full of a sense of broken transparency.

Song Ci, who was used to beauties in the entertainment industry, was stunned for a moment, unable to help but be attracted by the fragility and pain of the handsome young man.

——But as soon as Lu Xingxing opened his mouth, this beauty was immediately shattered by the sledgehammer.

"My mouth is still there, my mouth is not lost hahahaha!"

Lu Xingxing was ecstatic.

The filter is broken.

The young master instantly recovered his indifferent face.

Sure enough, for Lu Xingxing, any handsome image is just an illusion.

However, Lu Xingxing's ecstasy that didn't seem fake made Song Ci gradually realize that something was wrong.

"So...you didn't speak just now because you thought you had no mouth?"

Song Ci asked in confusion, "What happened to make you think this way?"

Do normal people feel like they have no mouth?

Lu Xingxing didn't hide anything, and told Song Ci everything he had just experienced and seen.

"I really almost thought we were going to die there. No matter how we ran, we couldn't run away from those water ghosts. It was too scary."

As he said that, Lu Xingxing pointed to the ground, wanting to show Song Ci those grimaces that were chasing him just now.

After seeing this, Lu Xingxing was dumbfounded.

—Where are there any water ghosts and rivers?

Obviously, there are only white papers that have been crumpled and torn.

There are also landscape paintings exposed under the white paper.

Could it be that he misread it just now?

Lu Xingxing hesitated.

But the problem is that those things are too real, and he doesn't think they are fake at all.

No matter what, he can still distinguish between three-dimensional objects and flat images, right?No one should be wrong about this kind of thing.

And the feeling that the mouth disappears and the tongue cannot lick the mouth and find no exit is too real.

Lu Xingxing kept sticking out his tongue trying to lick the outside of his mouth, proving that his mouth was still there, and then he felt at ease.

Song Ci's eyes fell on the ground, because of Lu Xingxing's words, he wanted to understand the reason for Lu Xingxing's sudden madness just now.

Did this idiot actually want to take him to escape?

Song Ci was angry and thought it was funny. Because of Lu Xingxing's behavior, he couldn't be really angry with him, so he rolled his eyes and scolded: "What you see is a water monkey, right? Where did the water ghost come from, yours?" ?”

Lu Xingxing rubbed his chin and pondered: "Although I have never seen a water ghost, if you want to see it, we can go to Zhang Dabing."

"I now feel that as long as I follow Zhang Dabing, I can see all the ghosts."

Lu Xingxing sincerely said to Song Ci: "If this was put in the past, Zhang Dabing might be able to write a "New Classic of Mountains and Seas", or a "Hundred Ghosts Illustrated Book" or something like that."

"When this guy is a director, it's simply a wrong line of work."

Lu Xingxing pointed to the scene around them, and complained: "I'm sure, we definitely encountered some kind of evil again."

"I remember very clearly that when they came in, this was a normal room, and it should be where shadow puppet props were placed. But we chatted for a while, and it turned into this appearance—it must be due to Zhang's serious illness!"

If Lu Xingxing said something else, maybe the young master would not like him and would have a few words with him.

But when it comes to Zhang Wubing, Song Ci nodded sympathetically and reached a consensus with Lu Xingxing.

This is true.

Zhang Wubing's luck in meeting ghosts was indeed the best that Song Ci had seen in these years.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to come to this show.

"If it's true that your mouth just disappeared..."

The young master hesitantly lowered his head and looked at his arm. The palm with slender finger bones opened and clenched tightly. Even though the veins were popping up on the slender and fair arm, there was no sense of ferocity at all.

This is a thin and weak arm that can be seen at a glance. Even though it has not worked or seen the sun for many years, it has been raised porcelain white and soft, but it has no strength at all.

Facing Lu Xingxing's body, which although far inferior to Yan Shixun's, has been exercising all year round, he should not be able to hurt him.

However...he seemed to have a power that he didn't have before.

The young master was so shocked that he unconsciously relaxed his breathing.

"Then maybe I really have the strength."

Song Ci was dazed, spoke softly, raised his head and looked at the glass behind Lu Xingxing.

The sunlight stung his eyes, making him subconsciously squint slightly.

Immediately, before Lu Xingxing could react, Song Ci clenched his fist suddenly, his eyes became fierce, and he punched Lu Xingxing quickly.

Lu Xingxing's eyes widened in astonishment, his body instinctively moved one step ahead of him, crossed his hands in front of him, lowered his head, and took a defensive posture to avoid Song Ci's sudden attack.

"boom!"

Song Ci punched the glass behind Lu Xingxing.

However, the sound of glass shattering that was about to usher did not appear.

Song Ci's punch made a thick and muffled sound as if he had hit the reinforced concrete.

Immediately there was the sound of "crash!" as the wall skin and bricks fell off.

Song Ci saw with his eyes that there was a big hole in the window.

But behind the hole, instead of the outside air and the yard, it was solid red bricks, and there were blood-red things mixed in the cracks between the bricks.

The glass windows that let in the light, and the masonry on the windows...

Such scenes are mixed together, absurd and weird.

It's like a painter who has no common sense, splicing two completely different materials together.

Song Ci felt that the glass was a joke with him. He wanted to break the endless room and jump out from the only window that could communicate with the outside world.

As a result, the window firmly told him—behind the glass, there is no freedom and safety.

But a solid siege.

Song Ci shook his head slightly in disbelief, and subconsciously took half a step back.

Lu Xingxing, who closed his eyes tightly to prepare for the pain of being beaten, also boldly opened his eyes a little bit, and looked at Song Ci from the gap between his arms crossed.

At this glance, Lu Xingxing's original questioning of grief and indignation disappeared, leaving only stunned.

He realized something from Song Ci's expression, and quickly turned his head to look behind him.

The moment Lu Xingxing saw everything clearly on the glass, his eyes widened.

"This is……"

Lu Xingxing could not help but slow down his breathing.

Under the gaze of the two, the windows in this room gradually changed slightly from a three-dimensional image to a thin image.

It turned into a damaged painting hanging on the wall.

It's as if Song Ci smashed the illusion with a punch, so the picture no longer deceives the eyes, revealing the original truth.

——From the very beginning, the windows of the room were simply drawn.

There is no place that leads to the outside world.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Lu Xingxing quickly turned his head and looked to both sides.

Behind the door on each side is the next room, and behind the next room is the next room...

A never-ending stretch.

They are like poor animals placed on the edge of a flower pot, and can only walk in a circle along the narrow and empty edge.

But they will never find an exit, and cannot escape from here.

Lu Xingxing fell silent.

Song Ci lowered his head, his hair fell from behind his ears, blocking his delicate and beautiful eyebrows.

"Where are we...?"

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan!"

……

After Yan Shixun searched for the CD to no avail, he straightened his slender body and swept his gaze across the small room.

Not to mention that shadow puppets in various places have their own characteristics. Generally, classic pieces are created based on stories that happened in the region. If you are not a local or are familiar with this genre of shadow puppetry, you will not know the original origin of the pieces. name and story.

Moreover, Yan Shixun himself is not a person who knows how to listen to shadow puppetry, so he has not done much research on it.

He is a person who has no recreational activities. In addition to catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits and helping others in his life, he just rests at home.

The rest time will only be used by him to sleep, or to read and practice.

Yan Shixun doesn't know much about the rich and colorful entertainment of this era. He doesn't even have various games or video platforms on his phone, and he hasn't even registered a social account. The phone only uses the most primitive functions.

Not to mention entertainment that is already behind the times, it used to be.

Such as shadow puppetry.

When Yan Shixun was young, he had seen shadow puppetry in fairs or celebrations.

But those are not Baizhihu shadow puppets.

In recent years, new entertainment has become popular, and the shadow puppet show, which would have excited children, has gradually disappeared from the market.

It has become an ancient inheritance that is placed in a museum and gradually loses its vitality.

Yan Shixun rubbed his temples, thinking about the scenes he saw when he first walked into the room with some headaches, and tried to compare with the various plays he had seen, but it was useless.

When he asked about Zhang Wubing, Zhang Wubing just shook his head blankly: "Before I came, I looked through the materials prepared by the director team, and saw a few famous plays of Baizhihu Shadow Puppetry, but there was nothing The plot inside is what we just saw."

Although Zhang Wubing knew less about these inherited cultures, he simply compared the characters and felt that they did not match.

After all, in the picture they saw, there was a female character who seemed to be crying miserably. This feature is still very iconic. Compared with the past one by one, it is very clear that this plot is not in the classic play.

"But Brother Yan, why are you looking for that one?"

Zhang Wubing asked strangely: "Is there any problem with that plot?"

"Do not."

Yan Shixun frowned: "If you can find the corresponding play, you can know its background and development, and know what kind of story it is, then there will be no problem."

"But if you don't find it..."

It will make Yan Shixun doubt whether the play really exists, or it is played by himself inexplicably.

For Yan Shixun, there is no coincidence.

He knew Zhang Wubing.

Although this little fool is always careless and forgetful, because he is always protected by his family, he is not familiar with the ways of the world and how to behave in the world. Now that he is a director, he still stumbles and fumbles forward.

If anyone around this little fool had evil thoughts and wanted to trick him, I'm afraid he was fooled and didn't realize it.

However, even with so many shortcomings, Zhang Wubing will not lie or deceive him.

Zhang Wubing said that he should have turned off the CD player.

Yan Shixun believed this sentence.

Even when they came in, they saw the CD player playing with their own eyes, but Yan Shixun still wanted to find evidence to prove that it was indeed Zhang Wubing who forgot to turn it off, so he really believed that Zhang Wubing had made a mistake.

However, no evidence could be found.

The CD that was played when they came in was not in the pile.

No, Yan Shixun even doubted whether it was a CD or not—or, there were ghosts haunting it, manipulating the shadow puppet to stage a brand new story.

Yan Shixun's eyes scanned the room and landed on the shelf where the magazines were placed.

The cover of one of the magazines attracted him.

He walked over with long legs, pulled out the dusty magazine from the shelf, and gently opened it with his slender fingers.

Dust floats in the light.

Yan Shixun lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and gradually pursed his lips.

This is a magazine that interviewed several masters of Baizhihu shadow puppetry back then, but in the interview content, there is no word Baizhihu shadow puppetry, and it is replaced by Southwest shadow puppetry.

Yan Shixun noticed that these masters were the ones on the poster, and each of them was named Bai.

This is a village with the same surname, and everyone is related to each other.And the most famous one is the heir who was searched by Zhang Wubing but failed.

Master Bai's ancestors moved from other areas 28 generations ago, settled in a place close to mountains and rivers, and resumed their old professions to do shadow puppetry to make a living.

Other relatives came to join them, because they felt sorry for them, so the first generation master Bai taught this craft to those relatives as well.

When the village developed to Master Bai's generation, many people learned this craft, relied on it for food, and formed their own school, which is different from shadow puppets in other regions, and is called Southwest Shadow Puppetry.

In the magazine, apart from the inheritor Master Bai who is low-key and modest, the other shadow puppet masters who were interviewed were all overconfident in themselves and their shadow puppetry.

They even said that Southwest shadow puppets will become the mainstream of shadow puppets. From then on, whenever shadow puppets are mentioned, everyone will only think of Southwest shadow puppets, and the others are inferior products, which are not worth mentioning.

The journalists of the magazine seemed surprised by this answer, and even found it absurd. When they asked the question again, they couldn't even hide their sarcasm. They asked a few people: Why are you so confident?

Those few people seemed to feel that they were looked down upon by the reporters, and were also irritated. They said that the essence of Southwest shadow puppets lies in the bones under the skin.

When that master has developed a new technique, it will be the time when Southwest Shadow Puppetry will go to the world and become famous all over the world.

A few people also proudly told the reporter that they should cherish the opportunity to interview them now. When they become world masters in the future, a small magazine like this will have to queue up to see them, depending on whether they are willing to meet. If you don't have enough money, don't even think about interviewing.

Although Yan Shixun didn't see the interview scene that year with his own eyes, just from the writing of the interview record was enough for him to reconstruct everyone's image and tone in his mind.

He seems to have traveled through time and walked to the interview site of that year.

Also known as Southwest Shadow Puppetry, Baizhihu Shadow Puppetry was very popular for a while, and many magazines and newspapers came to interview and publicize it.

In the age of paper media, for many craftsmen, it is a very happy and affirmed achievement.

But apparently, the few shadow puppet masters interviewed, except for the inheritors, think highly of themselves, which also makes the senses of the interviewers decline rapidly, and the scene becomes stalemate.

In the end, Master Bai, the inheritor, spoke out, modestly saying that there are still many deficiencies in the Southwest Shadow Puppetry, and he must continue to work hard to improve, so as to ease the situation, and ended the interview.

Yan Shixun looked through several magazines of the year, and found that the photos taken by these masters during interviews were much, much younger than the appearance on the posters, and they could be dozens of years older.

He flipped through the time of these magazines.

Sure enough, these interviews happened about 40 years ago, when Xie Lin was still a child.

However, as Yan Shixun flipped through the magazines one by one, he found that in the interviews of these people, the tone became more and more superior, as if they would become world celebrities tomorrow, and they had full and even overflowing expectations for the future of shadow puppetry. confidence.

On the contrary, Master Bai, who was originally the orthodox inheritor, became more and more low-key and silent. Even if the interview scene was embarrassing, he stopped speaking out to resolve it.

One of the newspaper reports 30 years ago attracted Yan Shixun's attention.

This report is different from all other interviews.

A person who has never appeared before appeared in this report.

Master carpenter, Master Zheng.

In a situation where everyone's surname is Bai and they are all shadow puppet masters, a carpenter surnamed Zheng...

It seems that this is the one mentioned by several other shadow puppet masters in previous interviews, who will help carry forward the Southwest shadow puppetry.

And in this report, Master Bai also seemed very happy. Even in the photos published in the newspaper, he could see the smile on his face.

He held Master Zheng's arm affectionately, looked at the camera together, and made a clumsy "Yeah!" gesture, looking quite youthful.

Yan Shixun's eyes fell on several other masters in the photo.

Except for Master Bai, the expressions of the others were not very good.

Very strange.

Although these masters kept saying in previous interviews that their shadow puppetry would be even better after inviting a woodworking master.But when the carpenter really came, their expressions became very strange.

The eyes that looked at Master Zheng were full of greed and jealousy that could not be concealed.

Yan Shixun paused holding the newspaper.

He doesn't understand shadow puppets.

But this look, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Evil spirits and ghosts are often caused by people's negative emotions.

Amid everyone's jealousy, malice, and anger, lives are in danger, and strangers become wronged souls.

Yan Shixun has dealt with ghosts and ghosts all year round, no matter whether it is from the three religions or the neighbors, he has seen such eyes countless times.

These shadow puppet masters seemed to want to snatch their lives from Master Zheng.

Only in the course of ten years of interviews, Master Bai, who was gradually pushed to the edge by them, although he never praised the shadow puppets too much,