After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Song Ci and Lu Xingxing searched the room up, down, left, and right.

They tried all ways to get out, but not only were the windows fake, but the door was also fake.

All hopes are thrown into the abyss when they are expected to be realized.

The hope was raised again and again but disappointed, which made the already bad-tempered young master even more irritable, and even became impatient with rummaging, grabbing the paintings hanging on the wall as if to vent his anger.

——Yes, all possible exits to the outside world are nothing but exquisitely painted paintings.

The smashed windows turned into papers with sunsets drawn on them.Behind the smashed wall, the red bricks and stones are horizontal and vertical, and they are all black ink lines.

The two of them seem to be in the world in the painting, but they can't find a way to return to reality.

But in Lu Xingxing's vision, things are different.

He saw that the window became a curtain, the candlestick fell down, and the fire light ignited a corner of the curtain, and the raging fire turned into a golden-red sunset in the sky.

Behind the smashed walls, there were no red bricks.

It was flesh and blood piled up in pieces.

The human body was cut into pieces, precisely cut along the texture of the muscles, and each piece was used as a brick for a wall.

Blood is the cement that binds, the stones that caulk the eyeballs.

The dead and muddy eyes stared straight at the people outside the brick wall.

Surprised, Lu Xingxing took a step back subconsciously.

The young master scolded Lu Xingxing unhappily, saying that he was so cowardly that even Zhao Zhen couldn't keep up.

Lu Xingxing realized something because of the expressionless eyes of the young master when he looked at the wall.

Pointing at the wall, he asked Song Ci in astonishment, "What do you see here?"

Song Ci frowned because of Lu Xingxing's serious expression, and glanced at the wall.

Nothing has changed, it is still the red paint filled between the ink lines, there is nothing worthy of giving way Xingxing's attention or even being frightened.

Lu Xingxing's different attitude from usual caught Song Ci's attention, the corners of his mouth gradually drooped, and he told Lu Xingxing all the scenes he saw expressionlessly.

However, as Song Ci uttered every sentence, Lu Xingxing's complexion gradually became dignified.

"Paper? Drawing? No!"

Lu Xingxing frowned: "What I saw was a corpse! I told you just now that I lost my mouth, and I wasn't lying to you."

Lu Xingxing's expression was serious: "For a while, my mouth disappeared."

Song Ci was taken aback for a moment: "Would you lose your mouth??"

"It means literally."

Lu Xingxing nodded: "Although it is not as good as Brother Yan, I can still tell the difference between this kind of thing. There is no exaggeration, it is real, without a mouth, as if it has not been brought with it since birth. This part is the same."

Both of them realized that something was wrong from the words that the other party had different cognition from their own.

So the two of them continued to search for things that might be useful in the room while their hands kept moving, and at the same time told what they saw, and compared it with what the other party saw.

Then, they discovered a problem.

——What Lu Xingxing saw was so real that it seemed to happen in reality.

But what Song Ci saw was a false alarm that was handled lightly.

Whether it's a paper figurine or a red paint, after the initial shock, you will immediately realize that it's nothing worth mentioning.

"That's why you were scared like that..."

Song Ci suddenly realized, and looked at Lu Xingxing with a slightly more relaxed look, not as disgusted as before.

Based on Lu Xingxing's narration, he imagined a little bit, a person with blunt and weird features chasing after him, his mouth is still missing, and there are water ghosts running to catch him under his feet... It is indeed a bit scary.

No wonder Lu Xingxing was so cowardly before.

After all, Lu Xingxing is a dish, and he is not a character like Brother Yan. It is understandable to be frightened like that when encountering such a strange thing.

Song Ci looked at Lu Xingxing with a little sympathy in his eyes.

Lu Xingxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, spread his hands and said, "Young master, you are from the Song family, even if you see Taoist monks on weekdays, they are mostly Taoist priests and eminent monks, so your standard for measuring Taoist priests from the beginning is actually in the sky. .When other people’s price standard is one yuan, you already have 1 yuan.”

"In the end, you met Brother Yan again on this show, and that is the best of the best. Even in the Haiyun Temple, which is one of the three major Taoist temples in China, the only one who can be compared with Brother Yan is probably only his master, Chengyun. Layman, and my ancestor Li Daochang."

"I know you look down on my strength, although I also admit that in Haiyun Temple, I am indeed a rookie who has not yet graduated, but ah."

Lu Xingxing tilted his head, and the smile on his lips was full of unbridled confidence: "Looking around, how many Taoist priests and ghost exorcists have never been able to truly embark on the path of practice in their entire lives. What ordinary people can meet, more It’s the fortune-telling by the blind man on the side of the road.”

"Even if it's a small person like me who is not worth mentioning in front of the real boss, it is already a good strength."

When Song Ci was in a daze, Lu Xingxing walked over casually, hooked Song Ci's shoulder with his arm, and brought him into his arms with a smile, the smile on his lips was handsome and careless.

"Don't worry, young master, we can find a way to get out of here."

"Until Brother Yan finds us, I guarantee that you will be fine."

Lu Xingxing lowered his head and winked at Song Ci: "I swear on my life."

If Lu Xingxing's fans saw this scene, they would definitely scream at his handsome and reliable appearance at this time.

However, there are no split-screen shots here, and no Lu Xingxing fans.

There is only one young master who dares to scold anyone if he is unhappy.

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold, and he raised his hand expressionlessly, and in the eyes of Lu Xingxing who didn't understand, stretched out his slightly curled hair towards his ear.

His slender white fingers parted one of the hairs, twisted it around his fingers, and then exerted a sudden force.

"hiss--"

The delicate and frail little young master let out a cry of pain, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed together.

Lu Xingxing: "!!!"

He looked at Song Ci in horror, not knowing what he was going to do.

Then, the young master stretched out the hair in his hand to Lu Xingxing and showed him.

"fraud."

The young master looked disgusted: "Didn't you say that a single hair will be fine? Now I have lost a hair."

Lu Xingxing was in a trance: Can you still play like this!Master, what kind of brain circuit are you in!

But no matter how Lu Xingxing struggled, who would say the wrong thing and offend the bad-tempered young master?

Therefore, Lu Xingxing, who was finally able to be handsome for three seconds this time, was forced to kneel again within three seconds under Song Ci's suppression, and the arrogance and handsomeness just now were all gone.

There was only one husky with tears in his eyes and a resentful expression.

"After the harsh words, it's time to do something to show your true strength, Master Lu."

Song Ci's tone was cold, and he clearly called "Master", but he was full of irony.

Lu Xingxing nodded with tears in his eyes, half squatted and huddled in a corner, studying the picture of dead ghost faces on the corner of the wall and on the ground.

However, the moment Song Ci turned around, his originally cold face instantly melted, his eyes were stained with a smile, and even the corners of his lips were smiling.

This star is overwhelmed.

The young master shook his head, but even when he scolded Lu Xingxing in his heart, he scolded with a smile.

Being cared and protected by others is always a happy and touching thing.

Regardless of whether Lu Xingxing really has that power, the young master appreciates just this heart and his unifying actions with his mind.

The young master couldn't help but recall that when he was sent back from Nanming Mountain and recuperating in a nursing home, his stupid brother also asked him if he was having fun and if he had made good friends.

He remembered that at that time, he turned back in displeasure, saying that everyone in the program group was idiots except Brother Yan, or that Zhao Zhen was just a normal person.How could the rest of them be regarded as his friends.

The elder brother expressed emotion, saying that the younger brother had really grown up and couldn't keep it anymore, and he already had good friends and small groups he had made.

He also tried to reach out and touch the young master's head.

——Of course, the ending was that the young master slapped his brother's paw off with an unhappy slap.

However, now when Song Ci thinks back to that time again, he suddenly feels that it's okay to treat Lu Xingxing as a friend.

Anyway, he is not too much.

The young master snorted, and continued to lower his head to study the ground covered in white paper.

After the two people matched their confessions and discovered the abnormality in each other's vision, things suddenly became alive.

As long as there is blood in Lu Xingxing's eyes, let the young master look for it, and he will definitely find a hanging painting as thin as paper.

Lu Xingxing was responsible for pointing out these strange things, and Song Ci was responsible for taking off these paintings, hanging them in his arms, and taking them wherever he went.

After all, these rooms are connected one by one, and I don't know where they will eventually lead, and I don't know if I will see the previous room when I walk back.

Fortunately, the hanging paintings were not heavy, so Song Ci simply carried them and walked together.

The ghosts are frightening.

But what if the ghost becomes the image in the painting?

Whether it is the lethality or the dangerous value, it has dropped a lot in an instant.

As a result, a strange scene appeared between the two.

Lu Xingxing pinched his nose and pointed at the strange place with a look of disgust, Song Ci walked over, picked up the bloody corpse in Lu Xingxing's eyes without changing his face, shook it, and put the dangling corpse in his own eyes. The painting is thrown into the crook of the arm.

On the contrary, it seems that Lu Xingxing is the ordinary person, and Song Ci is a Taoist priest.

Even knowing that these are unreal pieces of paper in Song Ci's eyes, Lu Xingxing still feels that Song Ci is too calm and not like a normal person from his own perspective.

The young master's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were not turbulent, holding the dead body in his arms, he turned sideways calmly and asked Lu Xingxing, "The next one."

— rather like a psychopathic calm murderer.

However, Lu Xingxing only dared to murmur these words in his heart, it was absolutely impossible for him to speak out, after all, the current young master seemed really not easy to mess with.

And most importantly, he has not forgotten the pain of losing his mouth.

He is afraid now, what if the young master gets upset and takes his mouth away?

"What are you dazed about?"

The young master frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

"No, no, how can it be."

Lu Xingxing trotted quickly to follow.

The two worked together, and the efficiency was not improved at 01:30, and soon all the corpses of ghosts that might threaten them were hung on the young master's arms.

If the paper figurines turned from corpses wanted to struggle and resist, and refused to be caught by Song Ci obediently, Song Ci would frown in disgust and roll the paper figurines into crumpled balls, and throw the paper balls like bowling balls. Throw it against the wall, pick it up and throw it...

Repeated several times, the paper figurine obediently captured.

Lu Xingxing's eyes were horrified.

In his eyes, all this is not the case.

What he saw was clearly that Song Ci folded the bloody corpse into a huge meat ball, and even the muddy and lifeless eyeballs of the corpse protruded from the eye sockets because of being folded.

That scene was nothing short of terrifying.

Lu Xingxing swallowed, and temporarily added another name to the list of not to be messed with.

Lu Xingxing: If you want to make the young master angry, wait until after you get out... Now, I really dare not provoke you.

At the end of the accumulation, the stack of papers in the arms of the young master alone was tens of centimeters thick.

If it weren't for the young master's inexplicable strength, he might not be able to hug him.

"So, is it that I have grown stronger to do this kind of thing?"

The young master rolled his eyes at Lu Xingxing: "If Brother Yan was here, I would definitely not have to suffer this kind of crime, just wait for Ying."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, my fault."

Life is not easy, the stars sighed.

If someone else dared to say that about him, Lu Xingxing would definitely go back.

But it was the young master who said that, and Lu Xingxing knew that he was wrong, so he could only coax the young master to come.

In Lu Xingxing's eyes, the current Song Ci is like an invincible compression bag. In Song Ci's hands, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are just a few tens of centimeters thick. A look of indifference and sleepiness.

Lu Xingxing: Don't dare to provoke me.

And Song Ci looked at those hanging paintings one by one, and also found problems in them.

"Xing Xing, do you remember that when we first entered the museum, the first room we visited was a semi-finished shadow puppet figure."

Song Ci picked up the paper figurine in his hand, and said hesitantly, "If it is made of leather instead of paper...does it look similar to those shadow puppets?"

When Lu Xingxing heard this, his original foolish appearance quickly disappeared.

He walked over quickly to check, but found that, as Song Ci said, the painters of these paper figurines had very similar brushwork to the shadow puppets hanging on the wall that he had seen before.

In calligraphy and painting, a calligrapher's brushstrokes are like his fingerprints. When a person has studied a certain field to a certain height, he will form his unique style, which is unique and unique that others cannot imitate.

It may even become a key element of authenticity, his personal fingerprints on the work.

But now, the drawing method similar to the shadow puppets hanging all over the wall in the room also appeared in front of Song Ci.

The young master who was born in the Song family, although he has always dismissed the art that is admired in this circle and the aesthetics that is advertised as taste, but he has seen too many exhibitions and artworks after all.

Even if there are some stuff in it, more of them are works that integrate the artist's essence and painstaking efforts.

After seeing a lot, Song Ci naturally learned to identify the ink and brushwork of a painting, and can identify the authenticity of the painter from the most delicate line processing of the characters and the free and easy dry brushwork.

But now, it is obvious that the stack of paper figurines that Song Ci held in his arms was made by the same person as the shadow puppet figures that hung all over the wall in the room at the beginning.

Moreover, the two jointly found not only paper figurines, but also many murder weapons that Lu Xingxing thought were covered in blood and flesh, but in Song Ci's eyes, they were props made of paper.

Whether it is gold and silver jewelry, the four treasures of the study, chairs and benches...all the sundries are like props used to set off the characters in the house and set the scene.

Song Ci thought of a person in the same circle he had met before. The rich third generation was an out-and-out nerd. He was not interested in the sports cars and yachts that other wealthy circles like, but only liked virtual characters.

The room of the rich three generations is full of hand-made paper figures, making the false images on the screen "live" in reality, and I am obsessed with it.

He even posted a post saying that when he woke up in the morning, he saw that his paper figurine had moved, the props around the paper figurine had also moved, and the wrinkled clothes were different from the photos taken the night before. . .

Although every time Song Ci saw something like this, he would roll his eyes and pretend he didn't see it.

But when he was a guest at the home of the rich third generation, he also saw a whole villa filled with figures and scenery.

In the glass case, in addition to the paper figurines, there are also many fake flowers and trees around them. The scaled-down tables, chairs, benches and screens are used to create a real and exquisite environment for the paper figurines.

At this time, the scene he saw at that time could not help appearing in Song Ci's mind, and gradually overlapped with what he saw now.

Song Ci pondered for a few seconds, then hesitantly opened his mouth: "If these paper figurines are shadow puppet figures, then the other ones we saw..."

He looked at Lu Xingxing and asked softly, "Could it be the props needed in the shadow play?"

The two people who knew nothing about shadow puppetry guessed the correct answer because of Song Ci's association.

As soon as these words came out, Lu Xingxing was shocked.

"Master, don't you think there is something wrong?"

Seeing that Song Ci was about to get angry, Lu Xingxing quickly waved his hands: "I'm not saying you're wrong, what I mean is, if all the dead bodies and decorations I see are actually shadow puppets painted on leather, And the stage props used to reflect them, then..."

Lu Xingxing asked seriously: "What are we?"

Song Ci was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Lu Xingxing pointed to the window, and when his eyes were looking directly at the sunset, he subconsciously squinted slightly, and was stung so that there were large halos in front of his eyes, and everything became blurred.

"Young master, you also said that those props are used to set off the characters. Since we coexist in the same space with the shadow puppet characters, and what I see is not a shadow puppet at all, but a real corpse, then we... right? Is it also a shadow puppet?"

Lu Xingxing said in a deep voice: "The sun we see is actually not the sun, but candlelight. What we see is not a window, but a curtain."

"Even the two of us are shadow puppet figures manipulated by someone behind the curtain..."

Lu Xingxing turned his head and looked at Song Ci again: "We are paper figurines in a glass case for spectators to appreciate, and everything around us is used to set off our props, dead bodies are chasing us and making us panic means."

Song Ci opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refute this absurd statement, but another voice emerged from his mind, asking himself: Is it really just the stars talking nonsense?

He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the whole stack of papers he was holding in his arms, the truth and the false in his mind complemented each other, so that the voice finally prevailed, and his heart was filled with the same voice.

We are now... shadow puppet figures being watched by others.

Maybe in a place where I can't see, the person manipulating the shadow puppets and the audience in front of the curtain are all clapping their hands and laughing heartily because of my panic and hesitation, seeing me as a farce.

When I was terrified, the audience cheered excitedly.

He and Xing Xing are now the clowns on the stage and the trapped beasts in the Colosseum.

Just when Song Ci was in a daze, Lu Xingxing reached out and took Song Ci's slender and white palm.

The heat came from Lu Xingxing's hands continuously, with a sense of reassuring reliability.

Lu Xingxing smiled at Song Ci, and his firm words contained comfort: "It's okay, young master, don't be afraid, am I by your side?"

"No matter how dangerous the situation is, we have a way to get out, don't be afraid, trust me."

Lu Xingxing grinned at the corner of his mouth, raised his head proudly and said, "I am Yan Shixun's nephew, and I will never embarrass that man. Besides, my uncles and aunts are all behind me to support me. If they want to move me, we have to see if they can provoke my uncle and aunt."

Song Ci was amused.

The original nervousness was gone, he smiled and raised his leg and kicked Lu Xingxing lightly, scolding with a smile: "In terms of shamelessness, you are indeed stronger."

Lu Xingxing didn't hide, and took the kick with a grin.

He giggled and approached Song Ci, and whispered in Song Ci's ear the plan he had already thought up.

Song Ci looked at Lu Xingxing in astonishment, but Lu Xingxing just nodded at him, encouraging him to move forward.

Lu Xingxing held Song Ci's palm in one hand, and led him to the window calmly. Then Song Ci took a deep breath, and according to the plan Lu Xingxing told him, threw the whole stack of papers in his hand towards the window.

At that moment, Song Ci retreated quickly, and Lu Xingxing stepped forward quickly, pressing the window with his palm.

The eyes of the two met, and their visions began to merge.

The piece of paper in Song Ci's eyes was ignited by the candle in Lu Xingxing's eyes with a sound of "Hoo!".

The flames rushed upwards rapidly, and swept the entire curtain in an instant.

Along with the scorched bloody smell, there were piercing screams.

Lu Xingxing saw that the bodies of those dead bodies were burning with fire, and his stiff fingers desperately grasped the cracks in the bricks outside the flames, trying to crawl out to escape from all this.

But in the end it was completely swallowed by the flames.

The flesh and blood quickly turned into a whole piece of coke in the flames, only the eye sockets revealed the flames behind, and the skeleton stared at Lu Xingxing in a golden red, as if trying to remember this face.

Before Song Ci could react, Lu Xingxing grabbed his arm and pulled him behind him to hide.

In Song Ci's eyes, the paper figurine was reduced to ashes, leaving only the burnt smell spreading in the air.

But Lu Xingxing, who knew he was not strong enough and had been vigilant in order to protect Song Ci, suddenly noticed the fluctuation under his feet.

It's like being pushed on the sole of a shoe by a head.

Lu Xingxing looked down, and saw that under his feet, the hideous ghost face he had seen before reappeared.

He seemed to be standing on an endless lake, and the surrounding rooms and walls disappeared.

Even the curtain, whose edges were blackened by the smoke from the candles, had disappeared.

Fog gathered on all sides, and the cold breath penetrated through the clothes and penetrated into the collar, causing a series of goose bumps on the skin, and the hairs stood on end.

Lu Xingxing didn't care about his physical reaction, but frowned and squeezed Song Ci's wrist beside him, and asked him in a low voice, "Master, what are you seeing now?"

Song Ci saw that the snow-white walls and ceiling of the entire room were connected together, there were no longer any paintings on the walls, and there were no windows or false sunsets.

Only the white paper that was trampled by the two people under their feet remained, and pieces were scattered on the ground.

And under the white paper fragments, half covered the icy lake.

As well as the hideous ghost faces that have been deformed tightly against the lake.

In Lu Xingxing's eyes, these broken white papers were like the paper money that the mourners wailed and sprinkled to the sky during the funeral, falling down one after another.

covered the entire lake.

……

"what?"

Nan Tian suddenly yelled strangely, narrowed his eyes and approached the shadow puppets hanging on the wall, wanting to confirm whether he had misread it, or the edges of the shadow puppets were really burnt.

It was as if an invisible flame was licking the edges of the shadow puppets, causing the original colorful shadow puppets to gradually curl up and become scorched black, and there was a smell of burnt animal fur.

Nan Tian was startled, and turned to look at Xie Lin on the other side in horror: "Brother Xie, come and take a look, I suspect I'm blind!"

How could there be a flame that appeared inexplicably?

Obviously he has been watching the shadow puppets on the wall, and is still reading the introduction of each shadow puppets to the audience in front of the split screen, but he has not seen the flames appearing at all.

Nan Tian panicked. Out of an instinctive reaction trained by this program, he quickly raised his hand to cover his split-screen camera, not wanting the audience to see such a strange scene.

——After all, he is not Yan Shixun, he will not say something to the screen to believe in science!

And the attitude is so frank and natural.

Nan Tian suspected that if he and Yan Shixun's roles were reversed, he would have revealed his guilt when he just called those ghosts into puppets to the screen.

After doing this, Nan was relieved.

Although the current situation is also very critical, at least he doesn't have to face the camera to explain "science" to the audience, which is a blessing in misfortune.

But Nan Tian didn't know, even if he didn't cover his split-screen camera, such a thing wouldn't happen.

——From just now, his split-screen shots have been frozen.

Not only Nan Tian's, but Xie Lin's as well.

The two combined more than [-] million split-screen subscriptions. Those viewers who were crowded in front of the split-screen to watch the two of them are now looking at the camera with blank faces, and the two who suddenly sat down to rest back to back did not know that What are you doing.

[Huh?Didn't Nan Tian still introduce the identities of each shadow puppet character just now? I listened with gusto, why did he stop suddenly? ]

[It's a bit strange, even if Nan Tian is tired and doesn't want to introduce, he should say it before resting.Why did he walk to the middle of the room and sit down without saying a word? ]

[Let's play big, Nan Tian is a low-quality artist, don't you know?What kind of stupid fans, no matter what age, there are still people who like Nan Tian, ​​he should get out of the entertainment circle, right?Many people who have worked with him before have said that he is playing a big game and asked to change rooms, even if the door lock of a dressing room is pregnant, and the street outside the window is not acceptable, haha. ]

[That's because Nan Tian is afraid of ghosts!And he's not afraid now, okay? It's not what you said at all. Dare you see the truth before you speak. ]

[If you want to say that Nan Tian is playing big cards... But Xie Shen also sat down, why did the two of them suddenly have the same reaction? ]

[Why are you sitting directly on the ground?Is it cold? It's winter. ]

[Distressed, the program team is too careless, didn't the guests see it when they were tired?Can't you bring a chair over here?What are the logistics for? A bunch of trash!Forget about firing you! ]

[Ah, you fans, stop arguing, don’t you think something is wrong?After watching this program, Nan Tian is not the type to do this, besides, he is now very active in promoting and inheriting culture, the introduction just now was good, it shouldn't just end so abruptly. ]

[It always feels like something happened that we can't see...]

[Hiss, this room looks really weird when no one is talking. ]

[Mom, I think from now on, I will be afraid of figure painting!Surrounded by paintings of the same height, at first glance it looks like dozens of people standing around two people, standing without saying a word.I feel hairy. ]

[But it's very strange, even if they are tired and want to rest, they shouldn't be all tired, right?Others seemed to be resting too. ]

[If you say that, it is true that when I visit the museum, I will get tired and rest, but I have never seen a scene in the entire museum where everyone sits down and rests without saying a word. ]

[Ah ah ah!I wasn't afraid at first, but when you said that, I imagined the scene when I was visiting a museum... woo woo woo, the child is afraid to go to the museum. ]

When Nan Tian first sensed something was wrong, it was Xie Lin who responded.

Obviously the two of them were standing in the same room, the distance was only a few meters away, and Xie Lin was a person who knew how to deal with people and things. He would not keep silent or respond when he heard shouts.

However, Xie Lin turned his back to Nan Tian, ​​stood in front of a shadow puppet figure, looked up at the shadow puppet, and his body remained motionless.

Nan Tian hesitated for a moment, a little creepy.

But in the end, his worry about Xie Lin overwhelmed his fear.

In the silent room, Nan Tian stepped forward and walked towards Xie Lin cautiously.

"Thank you, Brother Xie?"

Nan Tian hesitated and asked, "What are you looking at? You, are you okay?"

At this moment, the distance between the two was less than one meter, but Xie Lin still didn't say a word.

Nan Tian put his hand on Xie Lin's shoulder.

However, at that moment, Nan Tian was taken aback by the coldness coming from under his palm, he quickly let go of his hand, and looked at Xie Lin in astonishment.

...This is not the temperature and softness that a human being should have.

After participating in so many episodes of the program, Nan Tian can be regarded as a semi-expert. He knows how a dead body feels to the touch, and also knows the body temperature of a person when he is weakest.

However, the body of Xie Lin he just touched did not belong to any category at all.

Instead, it's more like paper.

Nan Tian recalled this feeling, and felt that it was a bit like the feeling when he turned over a brand-new printing paper.

But how can people be paper?

Xie Lin was obviously by his side all the time, even before he found out that the shadow puppets were burnt, they were still laughing and chatting, and Xie Lin was still talking about the difficulty of childhood.

Why did everything change in the blink of an eye?

Nan Tian was worried about Xie Lin, even if the Xie Lin in front of him was really a piece of paper, it could only mean that Xie Lin needed his help, and more importantly, he needed him to discover Xie Lin's situation in time.

Thinking of this, he boldly moved over step by step, his heart was trembling, but he still stretched out his head to look at Xie Lin's face.

When seeing clearly, Nan Tian's eyes slowly widened.

He saw that on Xie Lin's originally elegant and handsome face, there were no handsome features at this time.

Instead, there are blunt lines like a child's crayon drawing.

Xie Lin's eyebrows and eyes looked like a painting drawn on paper with poor skills, two blobs of bright red on the cheeks, and blood red lips, but only his cheeks were so pale that they lost all blood color, like paper money, revealing a sense of terror and weirdness.

Before Nan Tian realized what was going on, Xie Lin suddenly turned into a light piece of paper before his eyes, and collapsed to the ground.

Nan Tian instinctively reached out to pick it up, but it was in vain.

The paper figurine that landed on the ground raised its head and stared blankly at Nan Tian, ​​those black and white eyes were lifeless.

But on the contrary, from an angle that Nan Tian couldn't see, the shadow puppet figure hanging on the wall behind him, Gu Lulu rolled his eyes, opened his mouth in a hollow and malicious arc, and his hands and feet, which were originally pierced by nails and hung on the wall, swayed slightly.

Nan Tian was frightened by the eyes of the paper figurine on the ground and staggered back two steps, but he looked around hastily, but he was the only one left in the room.

There is no one to turn to, and no exit.

The door, like a line washed away by clear water, disappeared from where it should have been, leaving only an empty white wall.

On the wall, a new shadow puppet figure slowly emerged.

It's just that it's different from other shadow puppets, this new one is just blank, without any color painted on it, and it doesn't have any facial features.

But if you look carefully, you will find that the figure of the shadow puppet was cut out...

It turned out to be somewhat similar to Nan Tian.

Nan Tian didn't take a closer look in panic and horror, his eyes only swept over the shadow puppets on the surrounding walls, as if all the shadow puppets hanging on the wall had suddenly come to life, and he was full of praise for their agile facial features And the image is really alive, full of flesh and blood.

The leather that was once carefully tanned and painted by the craftsman has a skin and a skeleton, and it only needs to be filled with flesh and blood to walk down the wall and become a real person.

Where did the flesh and blood come from?

The shadow puppet figures hanging high on all sides seem to cast their eyes on Nantian in the center of the room, besieging him from all directions, and he cannot leave.

Nan Tian felt as if he was hallucinating.

All scenes rotate in the field of vision without a fixed point. Under the blurred vision, the shadow puppets twist and fluctuate, as if laughing and making noise.

And one after another "hee hee" laughter rang in his ears.

I don't know if it's an illusion or real.

……

Ma Daochang rushed to the southwest area quickly, and ran to the Baizhi Lake area without even taking a breath.

However, when he got out of the car, there were only empty mountain roads and old dilapidated archways in front of him.

And the shadow puppet museum with peeling walls and half-collapsed eaves.

The cold winter wind blew through the setting sun, blowing up a burst of dust, and swept past the eyes of the Ma Daochang, the dead grass shook slightly.

But there was no sign of the program group and the team.