After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

When entering the third courtyard, Yan Shixun once glanced at this courtyard.

Just as the old man who sold the tickets said, the items displayed in the courtyard of the third entrance are all related to the video materials of Baizhihu shadow puppetry.

In the surrounding rooms, except for some CDs and paper materials, there are no shadow puppets or props.

The room has not been lived or taken care of for a long time, the dust has accumulated a thick layer, and there are cobwebs everywhere, showing dilapidated barrenness.

But at this moment, the paper pasted on every door and window has become the curtain of the shadow play, and the setting sun has become the light source of the shadow play.

But when the light source is outside, the shadow should be poured inward, but now it is reflected on the withered yellow and fragile window paper.

In the blink of an eye, both Yan Shixun and Zhang Wubing felt that they were not standing in the dead and deserted courtyard.

Instead, they sat under the stage of the shadow play.

In the originally empty yard, old-fashioned wooden tables and chairs appeared. Under the gradually dimming light, the mahogany paint was shiny and reflective, and a pair of feet fell on the intact bluestone bricks.

Yan Shixun's gaze moved upwards slowly.

On each long bench, there are villagers with vague faces sitting.

They were dressed in clothes of the past, and their facial features were like melted balls of paint, becoming cloudy and indistinguishable.

But the laughter still came clearly.

The villagers crossed their legs and held melon seeds in their hands, happily waiting for the opening of the shadow puppetry amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

Looking at the faces one by one, they were all hidden in the half-light, as if the evil spirits were grinning, clapping their hands for the cries of the world, and couldn't wait to see the desperate cries of strangers.

Zhang Wubing and Yan Shixun were sitting on the same bench, their eyes were still dull and dull, as if the soul was not here, and sitting beside Yan Shixun was just an empty shell.

Yan Shixun quickly discovered something was wrong with Zhang Wubing.

However, he didn't make any moves, he still sat there calmly, watching all this with cold eyes.

Heaven and earth do not exist in the courtyard, this space seems to be isolated.

Without the control of Dao, all people, gods and ghosts will become confused. Even Yan Shixun can't tell whether the villagers here are people or ghosts, and whether this place is false or real.

If what he is in at this time is just a nightmare created by evil ghosts and ghosts, then his act of finding Zhang Wubing back, in the eyes of normal people, whether Zhang Wubing is actively dragged into the nightmare .

If this is the case, then he personally killed Zhang Wubing.

—The tricks of evil spirits.

What I like most is watching people run towards the hope they think they think, and then at the moment when people think they are finally out of crisis, they reveal all the truth, watching people collapse in astonishment, and cry because they have killed relatives and friends with their own hands.

Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes, and turned his eyes coldly to the stage ahead.

He will not act rashly until he finds out the truth.

An knows if this stage... will there be plays related to him.

Yan Shixun was sitting on the bench, black trousers outlined a pair of straight and slender legs smoothly, a long black coat was draped over his shoulders, and a corner slid off the bench, with a sharp arc.

And on the sturdy body covered by the coat, every inch of the muscles are tense and swelled, and the hidden powerful strength is lurking in the silent place, ready to deal with all the coming crises.

As long as the surrounding "villagers" act on their own initiative...

Yan Shixun would strike without hesitation.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, his handsome face was like a long knife in its sheath, and Mianhu lowered his eyes silently.

Even though he was sitting in a completely unfamiliar and strange place, Yan Shixun was still calm and at ease, without any emotion on his face, as calm as if he was in his own yard.

Yan Shixun's back was straight, like a green pine sword, never bent.

His straight and strong shoulders easily carried all the cold gazes from all directions, and he did not shake in the slightest because of the malicious gazes of the surrounding villagers.

Zhang Wubing didn't know the safety of his soul, and everyone in the program group didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and even he didn't know where he was right now.

However, Yan Shixun's sharp eyebrows remained steady, never being shaken by the current crisis.

The courtyard turned into an old-fashioned theater, and the surrounding red lanterns lit up one by one in the dark, making everyone's faces red.

Gongs and drums sounded.

The good show is about to begin.

The villagers turned their heads stiffly and slowly. They were staring at Yan Shixun's eyes, and looked at the stage in unison.

Behind the dim yellow curtain, lights are lit.

The shadow of a woman landed on the curtain and flashed past.

Immediately, the shadow puppet show was officially released, and exquisitely drawn shadow puppet characters appeared behind the curtain one by one, and the landscape of the props gradually unfolded on the curtain.

Yan Shixun raised his eyes slightly, but when he saw clearly the plot unfolding on the curtain at this moment, his eyes widened instantly.

Even though the shadow puppets are only hand-painted at this time, not as realistic as the photos, the craftsmen's superb skills still portray the facial features and body shapes of the characters so vividly that people can see the identities of these shadow puppets at a glance.

Xie Lin.

The first shadow puppet figure to appear on the screen turned out to be the once immature Xie Lin.

Yan Shixun saw that the ragged boy walked into the farmland under the moonlight, bent down and picked up the baby wrapped in a shroud.

The blood on the shroud soaked through the fabric like blossoming flowers.

The baby had no face, only a pair of black and white eyes, watching all this calmly.

On both sides of the shadow puppet stage are musicians in long robes. Their faces are also blurred, but the instruments in their hands are as fast as falling jade and as slow as still water.

The melancholy sound of the erhu sounds like a woman whimpering in the night, and finally pierces the dead night with the highest tone of the suona, like the last roar and unwillingness of a living soul before death.

The young Xie Lin left with the baby in his arms, and the outline of the village in the distance behind him was gradually shrouded in black shadows, with only faint light shining through the windows of the village houses.

That light is entangled with the cold white moonlight, like the eyes of the dead who refuse to rest in peace.

Behind the window of a certain village house, the figure of a teenager flashed past.

The entire village was completely engulfed in darkness, leaving no trace of light.

On the shadow puppet curtain, only the figure of a woman remained.

Behind her, the sun rises and sets again.

In the blood-red ancient theater reflected by the red lanterns, Yan Shixun sat under the stage, separated by the curtain, and stared coldly at the woman hidden behind the curtain.

He saw thirty sunrises and sunsets.

The cycle of yin and yang, the iteration of heaven and earth, the alternate prosperity and decline of life and death.

The blood-red liquid slowly flowed down from the top of the curtain, and under the illumination of the light, it gradually soaked every inch of the dim yellow curtain.

It also illuminates the woman's figure blood red.

Her eyes were fixed on everyone in the audience, and the eyeballs rolled in the eye sockets, from left to right.

Every villager she saw seemed to have had their heads severed by an invisible knife. The heads fell off suddenly, and the bones rolled on the bluestone slabs, leaving only the blood gushing from the neck.

In the entire theater, heads rolled under every table and chair.

The headless corpse sat on the long bench, the blood stained the clothes, and then flowed down the bench, converging into pools of blood on the stone floor.

The blood gradually spread, extending to Yan Shixun's feet, staining the soles of Martin's boots with blood, and then continued upwards without stopping.

Like the surface of a rising tide, waves of blood surged, hitting Yan Shixun's shoe surface wave after wave, trying to engulf him.

And he sat in the same place, different like a mountain.

Yan Shixun raised his eyes amidst the bloody smell, and fixedly stared at the woman behind the curtain. After a long time, he opened his mouth and asked the woman in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Regarding the story of Xie Lin when he was young, even Song Ci, who was closest to him, could not understand such details.

And Xie Lin was born in the southwest region. According to him, the village where he was born was near Baizhi Lake.

Since this woman is able to stage what happened back then on the curtain of a shadow puppet show, is she someone Xie Lin once knew?

Who is the boy in the village?

What he saw in the posters and newspapers before is the completely different spirit of Master Bai. Is it because of the drastic changes that have taken place in the village over the years?

The theatergoers became interested in the story, but the manipulator behind the shadow puppet show refused to answer.

The figure of the woman gradually faded away.

On the stage, the musical instruments in the hands of the musicians are still going on.

However, what appeared on the screen was no longer the village of that year.

It is the highway in the Southwest today.

The convoy was driving on the road, the soundtrack was cheerful, and the figures peeking out from every car window had smiles on their faces.

Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes, and realized in an instant——what appeared on the screen at this moment was actually the program crew!

His heart went cold.

If this is the case, it means that the things hiding behind the scenes have been eyeing them since they entered the southwest border.

why?

Is it because Xie Lin is in the car?

No one answered Yan Shixun's questions, even the figure of the woman on the curtain had disappeared.

A cold white full moon rises from behind the eaves of the theater, so huge that it seems to hang high above the courtyard, and the drooping giant wheel carries a heavy oppressive force.

The red lanterns around were not festive at all, they were gently shaking in the bloody wind, as if even the lantern paper was dyed with blood.

The corpses of the dead villagers around him had gradually cooled down, and even the bloody smell floating in the air had become condensed and the stench became more and more unbearable.

However, Yan Shixun was sitting in such an environment, watching the scene changes on the curtain without blinking, trying to find the ghost hiding behind the scenes, and what exactly he wanted to say through the shadow play.

The motorcade of the program group stopped outside the archway, and everyone filed out and walked across the archway.

At that moment—

"Puff!" With a sound, the blood scattered from behind the curtain and splashed onto the curtain.

Like blossoming flowers, coquettish and gorgeous.

Then, the blood slowly flowed down the petals, like the tears of blood of a wronged soul.

Yan Shixun couldn't help but concentrate on the curtain, trying hard to see from behind the blood flower, what was the scene covered and where the blood came from.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that Zhang Wubing's body, which had been temperatureless since the beginning, suddenly moved.

Yan Shixun sharpened his eyebrows, turned his head suddenly to look at Zhang Wubing, his slender palm turned into a knife and slashed straight at Zhang Wubing's throat.

The rapid speed set off a gust of wind, blowing Yan Shixun's broken hair scattered on his temples.

The light of the red lantern reflected in his eyes, and through the fine hair, his sharp eyebrows and eyes were unsheathed like long knives, unstoppable.

Zhang Feng picked up the coat and rolled it up, and it reached Zhang Wubing's chin in an instant...

Zhang Wubing remembered very clearly that he was clearly holding Yan Shixun's arm when the change happened in the courtyard.

However, in the blink of an eye, Yan Shixun suddenly disappeared from his side.

His arm was thrown into the air, and he almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Wubing shook his head and looked around with concentration, but there was only a piece of empty air left.

There is also the shadow cast by the setting sun over the eaves.

The worst thing was that the doors of every room around were being shaken violently.

It seemed that someone was trying to push open the locked door, and came towards the people in the yard from all directions.

Zhang Wubing panicked, he quickly turned his head and looked to the sides, but all the scenes seemed to be spinning in his field of vision, and he couldn't find a stable fixed point.

Under the eager panic, Zhang Wubing's heart was beating violently as if it would pop out of his chest in the next second, and besides his own heartbeat, he couldn't hear anything else clearly.

And his survival instinct was screaming frantically, let him run, run!

Zhang Wubing could feel that every inch of his muscles were gradually becoming stiff, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't make a fist.

When people are afraid, they instinctively want to escape from the things that scare them, want to escape from unsolvable predicaments, and tell themselves that everything in front of them is an illusion.

However, Zhang Wubing couldn't even do this.

He has no escape and cannot escape.

The front and rear yards are all this yard, whether he is forward or backward, he is always in the same yard.It's as if the whole world has only made this one landscaping, and the world outside the courtyard does not exist.

Most importantly, Yan Shixun disappeared.

Zhang Wubing didn't know what happened in the blink of an eye, but he was very clear about one thing——

His brother Yan was lost, and might even be in danger.

He can't just leave like this, he has to go to his brother Yan, what if, what if his brother Yan needs him right now?

Even if Brother Yan doesn't need him, he can't hold back Brother Yan. If he does, he must work hard to save himself!

Even Zhang Wubing's calves couldn't stop trembling, but he forced himself to watch the doors around him open one by one.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Zhang Wubing was startled, and suddenly turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

The door facing him was slammed open from the inside and shattered against the wall.

The person behind the door was revealed.

However, to Zhang Wubing's astonishment, the thing exposed behind the door could not even be called a human being.

It was a headless corpse.

The head above the neck was missing, and one could even clearly see the pulsating blood vessels and muscles under the skin, as well as the blood gushing up.

Before Zhang Wubing figured out what was going on, loud noises sounded around him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Door after door was pushed open, revealing the people hidden behind.

However, it is different from the shadow cast on the window paper door panel.

All "people" have no heads.

Blood flowed down the broken blood vessels, and headless corpses were like new walls, trapping Zhang Wubing inside.

Zhang Wubing subconsciously took a half step back, but his calf gave way, and he almost tripped over the uneven broken stone bricks and fell to the ground.

But he quickly realized that, in fact, he had nowhere to retreat.

Yan Shixun, who used to protect him in the past, is not behind him now, and can protect him.

……Do not.

He even wanted to go past these headless corpses to find where Yan Shixun was at this time.

Zhang Wubing only felt a sense of despair and powerlessness welling up in his heart.

When chatting on weekdays, he also heard An Nanyuan talk about his own feelings when watching movies, and also talked with Zhao Zhen about what he saw when he was an actor.

Those explosions, corpses, plasma, death...all are props.

After an actor dies in a movie, there will be a "cut!"Standing up again, he smiled at the director and asked how he was doing.

But those who have not seen the real death with their own eyes cannot feel the real death and emptiness through the movie screen.

The smell of blood lingered in the tip of the nose, gastric juices rolled up in the stomach pouch, the throat was tight, the heart beat violently to a dangerous value, there was only a long white noise in the ear, and everything in the brain was emptied.

No matter how clever your thinking is, it will stop functioning in the face of death. The death of the same kind, as well as the real sense of smell and vision, all tell the brain——

You, too, will die.

Died at the hands of these evil spirits.

And this time, there won't be a ghost exorcist who is strong enough to support the world, with cold eyebrows, stepping on blood, to save you from ghosts.

There was a buzzing sound in Zhang Wubing's ears.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his vocal cords completely lost their function, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The headless corpses in the surrounding rooms will not stand still because of Zhang Wubing's fear.

They raised their legs slowly and stiffly, and stepped out of the door.

At that moment, Zhang Wubing watched helplessly, the bloody and headless corpse suddenly turned into a normal villager.

The heads returned to their necks, and the blue and cold skin exposed outside the clothes became soft and bloody again.

They actually... came back to life.

There was a ferocious and malicious smile on every face, but there were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only an empty blackness, staring at Zhang Wubing blankly and silently.

But behind those villagers, the room that originally revealed the sunset light faintly disappeared.

Instead, it was replaced by a wall.

It seems that they were originally behind a curtain, and after leaving the stage, they were hidden behind the scenes.

Not seeing the light of day.

Zhang Wubing's eyes were filled with tears, he turned his head hastily, and his gaze quickly passed over the courtyard.

Then he suddenly discovered that there was only one room, and no villagers appeared.

——The door of that room was never closed from the beginning.

Through the half-closed door, you can still see the old-fashioned TV set in the room flickering with snowflakes.

It's just that at some point, the woman on the TV disappeared, and there were no shadow puppet shows on display.

It's like bad signal reception.

Perhaps, could Brother Yan be there?

Such thoughts crossed Zhang Wubing's mind.

Another idea also appeared in Zhang Wubing's mind, thinking that this might be another trap, like hyenas besieging prey, driving the shivering weak prey to a corner, and then killing them all in one fell swoop.

Zhang Wubing knew that this might be a dead end for him to throw himself into a trap in a panic.

However, it is also possible that brother Yan is there, or that it is indeed a safe place.

Zhang Wubing gritted his teeth, and finally ran away when the villagers approaching him from all directions were getting closer and closer, seeing that there was nowhere to escape.

At the fastest speed in his life, he rushed towards the half-closed door, and while pulling the door open, his long legs jumped over the threshold and fell onto the floor of the room.

Before Zhang Wubing could stand still, he immediately raised his head and looked at the TV.

Under this glance, Zhang Wubing's pupils constricted.

——When I watched the TV outside the room just now, there was nothing on it, but now Yan Shixun appeared.

Yan Shixun, who disappeared from his side, was sitting on the screen on the TV right now, with his back to him, as if sitting in a theater.

And on the ground under Yan Shixun's feet, there were corpses falling everywhere, heads rolled all over the ground, headless corpses piled up into mountains, blood pooled like a vast ocean.

Zhang Wubing's heart was trembling.

He shook his hands and wanted to reach for the TV, but he felt a cold gaze from the side.

The eerie cold air spread inch by inch along his arms and back, making his scalp numb.

Zhang Wubing turned his head inch by inch and looked to the side.

But there was a figure on the huge poster hanging on the wall.

The shadow puppet stage originally printed on the poster seems to be a real shadow puppet show behind the curtain. The people behind the scenes manipulate the shadow puppets and direct them to cry or laugh.

Lifelike and vivid.

On the shadow puppet curtain on the poster, the woman looked up to the sky and laughed tremblingly, like hearty revenge.But the villagers who had surrounded her fell down one by one.

Blood snaked down the woman's feet.

At the same moment, in the screen on the TV, in the shadow puppet show that Yan Shixun watched, blood stained the curtain red and covered everything.

Blood color was spreading towards Yan Shixun from every edge of the TV screen.

It seemed that there was an invisible danger, staring at him maliciously.

Zhang Wubing watched all this helplessly, he rushed towards the TV, holding the TV screen with both hands desperately, as if he was trying to find the entrance to enter the TV in desperation, he wanted to rush behind the screen, and loudly reminded Yan Shixun that there was something wrong with him. The danger is coming.

"No, no! Brother Yan, Brother Yan!"

Zhang Wubing's cries were piercing, and tears spread from under his eyes in an instant, winding down his cheeks.

The urgency seemed to break through the soul.

Straight to heaven and earth.

Zhang Wubing's eyelashes trembled, the tears on his face were still flowing, the panic and helplessness in his eyes had disappeared, and the corners of his lips gradually fell back into a cold arc.

He slowly straightened up from the embarrassment of holding the TV and crying.

When his face lost all warmth and emotion, it was as if the layer of illusion that originally covered the spirit was erased, revealing the real spirit underneath.

It wasn't until then that people suddenly discovered——

It turned out that the little idiot who was always crying and calling Brother Yan also had such a handsome but not angry face.

Zhang Wubing raised his eyelashes coldly, turned his eyes slightly to look at the poster next to him, and his cold and serious eyebrows were full of majesty.

It seems that ghosts and gods stand on the altar, judging souls and sins.

And hell was trampled under his feet.

Thousands of ghosts cry and howl below, and the raging fire never goes out all year round, burning souls.

But he couldn't let him waver in the slightest.

An invisible aura swept away, sweeping away the entire courtyard.

The villagers who had gathered at the door of the room, stretched out their arms and stretched out their teeth and claws to grab Zhang Wubing, were all horrified in place, staring at Zhang Wubing's background in disbelief, and their empty eye sockets also revealed the truth. fear.

Zhang Wubing laughed lightly.

His voice was cold.

The crying softness of the past has faded away, like cooling magma that is tens of thousands of meters deep underground.

Even though Zhang Wubing's voice is not loud, there is no presence, daring to ignore him.

"Wait, are you trying to...stop me now?"

Zhang Wubing asked the woman in the poster in a deep voice: "Your son deprives life and death, do you also want to hurt the miracle expected by the Great Way of Heaven and Earth?"

"Yan Shixun."

Zhang Wubing looked away from the poster, as if that glance was a condescending charity.

He looked at the TV screen again, whispered Yan Shixun's name softly, and a low laugh sounded, bringing a tremor in his chest.

When Yan Shixun was mentioned, even his cold and majestic eyebrows seemed to be stained with a faint smile.

"Evil ghosts in the bones, the only and last life..."

Zhang Wubing slowly stretched out his hand, and his delicate and clean knuckles moved closer to the TV and landed on the screen.

The moment he touched the TV screen, the entire hard screen, like molten iron, allowed Zhang Wubing's fingers to penetrate.

His tall and straight figure disappeared into the room little by little.

However, there was still a dead silence in the room where there was no one else, and no one, ghost or thing dared to make a sound.

The villager stood stiffly at the door of the room, his whole body lost temperature little by little, and became stiff and cold again, and then the moment the setting sun shone over the eaves, it made a sound of breaking and breaking.

"Crack, crack!"

The bodies of the villagers were like pottery figurines that failed to be fired, cracked and fell off, and collapsed in the courtyard outside the door, turning into a pile of red bricks on the bluestone slab.

Even the posters in the room are all in place, there is no shaking woman, and there is no shadow puppet staged, as if it is just a poster of a character that can be seen everywhere, and the people on it are just printed colors.

Can't move or turn into a ghost.

……

Zhang Wubing felt like he had a long dream, but he just got up from the bed, and the soft heat from his hands and feet from the quilt had not receded before he was forced to open his eyes.

However, looking at it, Zhang Wubing was almost scared to death.

Yan Shixun was actually sitting next to him—but he treated him with the same cold and murderous intent that he usually treats ghosts, and saw that the knife was about to strike his neck.

Zhang Wubing hurriedly yelled and begged for mercy: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan is me! I am a little sick!!"

He almost didn't shed tears, and felt that he was about to be scared away, and even the skin of his cheek could feel the palm wind close at hand.

The sense of fear that he was about to die under the knife made Zhang Wubing subconsciously stop breathing, and stared at Yan Shixun with wide eyes in horror.

And Yan Shixun was keenly aware of Zhang Wubing's aura at the moment Zhang Wubing uttered his voice.

Sitting next to him was Zhang Wubing.

Instead of the empty and soulless body before.

Yan Shixun slammed the brakes on the brakes, the knife in his hand struck mid-air and then abruptly retracted.

In the end, with Zhang Wubing's expression of "death, death", he finally stopped in front of his neck.

It was less than one centimeter away from Zhang Wubing's Adam's Apple.

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhang Wubing with warmth.

Zhang Wubing twitched his lips, and then he collapsed on the bench as if he lost his strength after a great panic.

He leaned his head on Yan Shixun's waist, humming weakly.

"Yan, brother Yan QAQ, you really want to kill me, soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Yan Shixun sneered, and slowly withdrew his hand: "Don't worry, I can't find another one as stupid as you. The one sitting next to me before was not you."

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the tear stains on Zhang Wubing's face shining brightly under the light of the red lantern, and he immediately felt even more disgusted.

"Are you still crying?"

Yan Shixun said in surprise: "When did it happen, I kept looking at you and didn't notice it."

Hearing this, Zhang Wubing subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and sure enough, his hand was cold.

when did you cry...

Zhang Wubing's eyes were blank, and many pictures appeared in his mind.

The headless corpse in the yard, the shadow puppet show on the TV, the moving poster... But in the end, these images are all occupied by the image of Yan Shixun in front of him.

"Oh, yes."

Zhang Wubing suddenly realized, and remembered what happened before: "Brother Yan, you disappeared in the yard for no reason. I couldn't find you, so I cried in anxiety."

Yan Shixun originally wanted to laugh at Zhang Wubing, but suddenly grasped the information revealed in his words.

"You mean, I disappeared from you? You came in here from the courtyard where we were before?"

Zhang Wubing went in without knowing it, but he still nodded and said: "Yes, I couldn't find Brother Yan at first, and I was almost killed by a headless corpse. I didn't expect that I would appear next to Brother Yan after watching TV." gone."

Although Zhang Wubing clearly remembered that he wanted to cry because he couldn't save Yan Shixun, and had no memory of how he appeared next to Yan Shixun, he still remembered that the picture on the TV was at this moment. The place where he and Yan Shixun were.

After listening to Zhang Wubing's narration, Yan Shixun's relaxed smile that was originally shown because of Zhang Wubing's appearance disappeared from his lips little by little.

"I see... I'm on TV?" Yan Shixun repeated these words in a low voice, lost in thought.

He is a spectator off the stage.

But why isn't he on the stage of other spectators?

On the theater's shadow puppet curtain, Yan Shixun saw the young Xie Lin and the village decades ago.

But Zhang Wubing saw him appearing in the theater.

Earlier, Yan Shixun and Zhang Wubing watched the shadow puppet show on the TV and witnessed the woman's grief and indignation.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he also became a member of the shadow play.

If he really died in the theater, will the next person who walks into the Shadow Puppet Museum also see the shadow puppet show with him as the protagonist, and wonder which play it is?

Yan Shixun pondered for a moment, then pulled Zhang Wubing to stand up, and his sharp eyebrows became firm again.

He looked up at the stage in front of him.

Ever since Zhang Wubing entered the theater, the curtain on the stage completely lost all pictures and characters.The musicians on both sides also shriveled in an instant, turning from a living person into a paper-thin shadow puppet.

There was only a blood-stained curtain left, swaying gently with the night wind alone under the light.

The smell of blood and the high-hanging red lanterns shrouded the courtyard in blood.

Yan Shixun's eyes scanned the whole place, and this place has turned into an empty tomb, leaving only broken corpses scattered all over the ground.

The head, with its eyes open and unrepentant, was staring at them with its head up.

Yan Shixun didn't pay attention to the eyes of the dead at all, but Zhang Wubing was so frightened that he grabbed his sleeves, and carefully hid himself behind his brother Yan, avoiding his eyes and not daring to look at the dead bodies.

It's like a child who has found a guardian.

When there is no one to protect him, he can walk thousands of miles strong, even if he is afraid, he will just wipe away his tears and move on.

But the moment he saw the guardian, all his strength turned into tears of grievance, and he threw himself into the guardian's arms crying for comfort and praise.

——Of course, Yan Shixun would not praise him.

I can only dislike the snot and tears covering his face.

"Big Zhang, if you dare to wipe your nose with my coat, you will die."

Yan Shixun felt the heat behind him, and said with disgust: "I will do what I say."

But even after saying that, he still took out the handkerchief from his coat pocket, and covered Zhang Wubing's face with a merciless "snap!"

Although he didn't turn around, it was as if he had eyes behind him. Just relying on his voice and temperature, he could accurately judge where Zhang Wubing was standing. The handkerchief was precisely patted on Zhang Wubing's face. Wipe it.

It's like a father took time to wipe his son's face and rushed to play games.

Wiped Zhang Wubing until he screamed.

"Brother Yan, my face is not the ground, QAQ."

Zhang Wubing: Hey, hey.

Yan Shixun held Zhang Wubing by the collar of his clothes, carried the blood that he had stepped on the ground, stepped over the corpse lying on the ground without changing his face, and walked out calmly.

Zhang Wubing's words made Yan Shixun realize that they were not in reality at this time, but in an opera constructed by a ghost or something else.

Whether it is him or Zhang Wubing, after entering the theater, they are all members of the shadow play.

Yan Shixun couldn't restrain himself from thinking of the painted picture he saw on the wall behind the poster.

The shadow puppet maker hides behind the scenes, dexterously manipulating the wooden stick in his hand, and guides the shadow puppets under him to make various actions.

Make him sad and sad, make him laugh and laugh.

Although the shadow puppets are beautifully drawn, everything is under the control of others, and they cannot make any actions independently.

This is something Yan Shixun absolutely cannot bear.

There is only one way to get out of control without finding the person behind the scenes——

Leave the prepared stage.

The smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils along the icy night wind, but Yan Shixun was not disturbed at all. Every step he took, his thinking was running at high speed, and the entire structure of the theater and courtyard was quickly rebuilt in his mind.

The scene of the convoy arriving at the Shadow Puppet Museum just seen in the shadow puppet show, and Yan Shixun’s inertial inspection of the entire environment before entering the museum, were quickly set up in Yan Shixun’s mind, allowing everyone outside the theater The scene also extends outwards.

A three-dimensional map appeared in his mind.

A smile appeared on Yan Shixun's lips.

Beyond the stage prepared by the shadow puppeteer behind the scenes... there is a wider world.

If there is no world, then he will build the world by himself.

If you can't communicate with the world, then rely on yourself.

Martin boots stepped on the porch of the theater, making a solid sound.

Yan Shixun turned his head slightly, looked down at Zhang Wubing beside him, and asked with a smile, "Xiaobing, are you ready?"

"Ah, ah?"

Zhang Wubing raised his head blankly: "What?"

Yan Shixun turned his eyes back and nodded slightly: "It seems that you are ready."

Without waiting for Zhang Wubing to make any further inquiries, Yan Shixun stretched out his hand and pushed open the gate of the theater, jumped over the half-meter-high threshold with his long legs, and leaped into the air towards the dark darkness outside the gate.

Zhang Wubing's originally confused eyes gradually narrowed in horror.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!"

Under Zhang Wubing's wailing and wolf howling, the two jumped into the dark abyss of unknown danger.

The sound of hunting wind brought by the rapid descent came from Yan Shixun's ears