After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

When Ma Daochang and Wang Daochang crossed the archway, they put up a 12-point alert, trying to see what kind of evil was affecting this place, and even caused the entire program group to disappear.

Even breathing unconsciously, the footsteps fell on the ground, only the slight sound of gravel rubbing against the soles.

However, even though the two of them glanced around without blinking, they still couldn't find anything amiss.

Not only did nothing change around them, even they themselves didn't feel any difference.

The expected attack did not come, and the danger he was guarding against seemed to be just a false alarm.

Ma Daochang stopped slowly, and looked to the side suspiciously.

Just like the scene he saw outside the archway, there was no difference when he crossed the archway, and he didn't see everyone in the program group.

Daoist Wang touched his chin and pondered, and asked Daoist Ma: "Could it be that we are worrying too much?"

It's because they are all soldiers that they see the archway as dangerous?

Perhaps, in fact, the so-called danger is just their overthinking?

Daoist Ma frowned and shook his head: "What about the ruts that disappeared here?"

While speaking, he turned around and strode out of the archway, wanting to ask the Taoist priest who was left in place if he saw anything wrong when they walked behind the archway.

But after stepping out of the archway and taking two more steps, Daoist Ma stopped suddenly.

...The car that was supposed to be parked on the side of the road, and the Taoist priest waiting in the car, all disappeared.

There is no trace of being attacked, and it doesn't even look like they left voluntarily. There is no trace on the ground or around, which can prove that a car has come here.

It was as if they disappeared out of thin air like everyone in the previous program group.

Daoist Ma suddenly remembered something, and quickly lowered his head to look at the ground.

However, the dirt road was clean, and the rut marks that made him suspect the archway at first were gone.

With just such a turning around, it was as if everything was a sand painting on white paper, and all the pictures were easily erased, and even the living people disappeared into the dim sand.

how so?

Daoist Ma looked not far away in disbelief, for a moment he didn't even dare to take a step forward.

Wang Daochang hurried over to inquire, and was shocked when he found that the car had disappeared.

The two searched inside and outside the archway several times, but found nothing.

It seems that the entire space they are in is separated from the sky and the earth, falling into an unknown mouse hole, but they don't know how long it will take to fall along the continuously extending hole before stopping.

"People in the program group, was this also the case at the time?"

Daoist Ma raised his mobile phone and signaled: "I just tried it, but there is no external signal."

"No, the situation of the program group should be different from ours."

Wang Daochang frowned tightly: "Whether it is the live broadcast content we saw before or the confirmation with the official person in charge, they themselves are not clear about their situation. Before we came in, there was no problem with the live broadcast. Everyone It all seems to be safe."

"Besides, although we guessed before coming in that there were certain things behind the archway, we didn't see them after we came in."

Wang Daochang: "It's like two balls falling into different bags."

"If you want to find out what is behind the scenes and manipulating all this, I'm afraid you have to go to the museum."

Wang Daochang turned sideways slightly, stood where he was and looked in the direction of the museum.

Just like before crossing the boundary of the archway, the Shadow Puppet Museum they saw still looked like a half-collapsed dilapidated building, half of the peeled-off wall was shaken by the wind and sand, and the few hanging on the top The bright red characters have long since faded to an uneven pinkish white, and even the paint has peeled off to reveal the wood underneath.

Wang Daochang tried to pinch his fingers to tell a fortune, but there was nothing.

Sure enough, as he guessed, he was blocked.

"It just shows that we are in the right place."

Daoist Wang raised his head and said with a smile: "It seems that there is indeed a problem with the archway you mentioned, fellow Daoist Ma. Starting from the archway, it has entered the territory of the Shadow Puppet Museum."

He put down his palm, turned his head and smiled and said to Mr. Ma: "Even if you fall into a different ball bag, if you push it backwards and backwards, you will end up with the same goal after all. As long as we walk along the path that the program group took, we should be able to find it." Where they first went wrong, they ended up where they are today."

"Let's go then."

Daoist Ma cast a last glance behind him, put down his worries about the missing Daoist, and strode towards the Shadow Puppet Museum.

Although I don't know what the current situation of the Taoist priest is, but under the circumstances of the two parties, Taoist Ma can only give priority to everyone in the program group who may be trapped in the shadow puppet museum.

He sighed and thought to himself that he must bring everyone back from the program group as quickly as possible before he can find the missing Taoist priest.

The two walked between the two rows of steles, as if they were walking through a cemetery.

Daoist Ma glanced at those steles one by one, only to realize that at some point, photos were pasted on those steles!

Although due to the age, the original color of the photo on the stele has faded severely. At first glance, it looks like a black and white photo. Like a tombstone.

It confirmed the vague thoughts in Daoist Ma's mind before.

But when I looked at it from outside the archway, it was clear that there were no photos, only text descriptions.

Ma Daochang murmured in his heart, turned his feet, and walked towards the direction of the tombstone.

He didn't think he was wrong before, so there was only one possibility.

The world behind the archway has been manipulated by invisible evil spirits and changed.

If he had an intuition that this place looked like a tombstone, then maybe there was indeed something buried under the stone tablet.

Daoist Ma squatted down in front of one of the steles.

In the black-and-white photo on the stele, the middle-aged man raised his head and smiled complacently, as if the whole world belonged to him, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was due to erosion by the wind and rain, where the eyes should have been on the man's face, but they happened to be corroded into two dark cavities, adding a weird sense of terror to this face.

Daoist Ma frowned, remembering a saying that had been circulated before.

If there is a group photo with other people, after that person dies, even if the photo is not burned, the face of the deceased must be burned from the photo.

Otherwise, the soul of the deceased may find it along the photos.

Because the human form is another carrier of the soul, after the body has disappeared, if the soul wanders in the world, it will subconsciously want to find a shelter.

And the photo with the same face as the deceased is the best choice.

However, this theory was only circulated a few decades ago, and the Taoist priests at that time did catch evil spirits who wanted to harm people with photos.

Those were the days when photography was a big deal, a big event that required grooming and planning, time spent developing and getting the pictures.

The expectation and love for waiting for the photos, as well as the energy poured into the photographer and the photos themselves, all endow the photos with such possible vitality.

But later, photos became popular, and selfies became a daily choice for most people. They no longer have sufficient expectations for photos, and they don’t spend time and energy on them, and they don’t even print them out.

Therefore, it is difficult for photos to serve as the carrier of the soul.

In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer such claims, and they are no longer known.

But now, when Daoist Ma stared at the photo on the stele, he suddenly remembered what happened back then.

Although the photo seemed to accidentally corrode the position of the eyes, it made Daoist Ma instinctively feel uncomfortable.

As if if the eyes were still there, the spirit of the dead would reappear through the photograph.

Daoist Ma frowned and followed the introduction below the photo.

This look surprised him.

Because the inscriptions on the stele were half-literal and half-white mixed with mistakes, Daoist Ma was so impressed that he could even remember some of the introductory words, the date of birth and the introduction of achievements.

But the lettering he saw now was quite different from the one before.

It is no longer a eulogizing praise, but has become a cold criticism, and the lines are full of anger towards the owner of the tombstone.

In these inscriptions, the owner of the tombstone is a heinous person who collaborated with the villagers to kill the head of the family, then bullied the orphans and widows, and tried to deceive the world into thinking that he was the inheritor and master of shadow puppetry.

But in fact, even the shadow puppetry skill that made the owner of the tombstone famous was his despicable and shameless steal, taking other people's things as his own.

The more Daoist Ma reads down, the more he can feel the anger and grief of those who carved these words, full of blood and tears, every word and every word is an accusation.

He was shocked to see him.

But at the same time, Daoist Ma also wondered, if he really hated a person, maybe even the photo of the destroyed eye was done by the engraver, then why should he give the hated person a proper burial and set up a tombstone?

Judging from the many incidents Daoist Ma has seen in the past, generally such a resentful person would like to smash the hated person to ashes, expose him to the wilderness, and make his soul restless, and even unable to reincarnate, he can only wander around the world day and night.

To say that this man buried the man he hated properly because of good intentions... But whether it is the words and sentences of the lettering, or the actions of the middle-aged man who accused him angrily, it doesn't seem like he is going to let him go .

Just when Daoist Ma felt that his thoughts were tied up, he suddenly discovered another place on the stone tablet that had been changed.

The birth date of the middle-aged man.

The point in time was 30 years ago?

Daoist Ma just found it ridiculous.

I don’t know if the date of birth on the stele was randomly filled in, but judging from the photo and the degree of decline of the shadow puppet museum, the time when the stele was erected should be the same as the time when the museum was established, many years ago.

At that time, middle-aged men should be about 40 years old.

How could it be born 30 years ago?

"Why, is there something wrong with the stele?"

Daoist Wang saw that he had been squatting halfway in front of the stele, and was afraid that he was being haunted by something, so he came over and asked with concern.

But with a quick glance, Wang Daochang found that on all the steles he saw, photos like black and white posthumous photos slowly emerged.

In every photo of the man, the position of the eyes is pitch black.

The edges of some photos are scorched black, which can be seen at a glance as the residue of the flames.

Wang Daochang saw what Daochang Ma had seen just now, his face gradually became serious, and without a word, he went to the nearest stone tablet and squatted down, picked up the dead branch next to it as a shovel, and dug into the ground under the stone tablet. go.

Daoist Ma was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Looks like a tombstone, doesn't it?"

Wang Daochang said without raising his head: "There are graves in places manipulated by Xie Chong. Either the tomb is Xie Chong's grave, or it is the grave of someone Xie Chong hates. Other than that, I can't think of Xie Chong's Volunteer to mention the cause of death."

In front of Daoist Wang, the layer of soil was gradually dug up, revealing what was buried underneath.

First, a section of withered and yellow joints was faintly exposed from the soil.

Wang Daochang's subordinates paused, and after confirming the position of the joint, they had a target. They dug down near the joint more accurately, brushed away the dust, and revealed the complete corpse buried underneath.

But when the head of the corpse was exposed, the moment Wang Daochang saw the head clearly, his pupils tightened into dots.

These are not human bones...

"This is!"

Daoist Ma next to him exclaimed, and hurriedly moved closer to get a better look.

Although it looks like a corpse at first glance, when you look closely, you can find that there are circles of lines on those bones.

It is the unique wood grain of wood.

This is not a human skeleton with rotting flesh and blood, but a skeleton carved out of wood.

Because of the long time, and the black color on the wood, which was half covered by the dust, they made the two of them admit their mistake.

It wasn't until a large area of ​​wood grains were exposed on the carved wooden skull that the two of them discovered the true face of the corpse.

"Under the tombstone is not a corpse, but a fake human skeleton?"

Daoist Ma looked at the tombstone in astonishment, but found that not only the tombstone he had just seen, but all the inscriptions on the tombstones had similar crimes written on them.

and the same time of birth.

30 years ago today.

All the steles in front of the Shadow Museum are graves of sinners.

There are no coffins or dead bodies under the tombstone, only skeletons carved out of wood, with hollow and dark eye sockets, staring coldly at the person who dug up the soil layer.

After confirming that all the tombstones were covered with wooden skeletons, Daoist Ma breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the scene of graves and "bones" in front of the museum is still weird, but fortunately, it can correspond to the emotions revealed on the inscriptions on the tombstone, which proves that many shadow puppet masters buried here are hated by people, and even died long ago. .

The person who did all this did not suddenly change his character after the death of the shadow puppet masters and buried them with good intentions.

Instead, a "substitute bone" was used.

Legend has it that when Guan Yunchang died, his body lacked a head and could not be buried, so he hired the most skilled carpenter to carve a wooden head for Guan Yunchang, so that he could be buried intact and his soul went to the underworld.

Since then, there has been a tradition of using wood to carve body parts for burial of intact bodies.

Although King Yan knew it, he also felt that the world was not easy, so he let this method go.

Therefore, in the eyes of evil spirits, the wood carved into human form is no different from the body of the deceased, and can lead the complete soul of the deceased to the Hall of Hades to judge the sins and merits of a lifetime.

But Daoist Ma didn't think that the evil spirit behind the scenes had such kind intentions.

Moreover, even if the body of the deceased is mutilated, the entire skeleton will not disappear from the body, there are still such a large number.

His guess is more inclined to another use of wooden bones——

Perhaps, that person replaced all the corpses with lifeless wood. When the messenger came and saw the lifeless skeleton, he would think that this person had been dead for a long time, and his soul was no longer in his body, so he put His name is crossed out from the list and will not be cited again.

And the dead, because of this, miss the chance of reincarnation forever, and the soul wanders in the wilderness from then on, becoming a lonely ghost with no home or incense to worship.

The pain and suffering will never end.

Even hell is mercy to the dead.

When Daoist Ma thought about all this, he was shocked.

He lowered his head in a daze, and looked at the wooden bone that had seen the sun again, with mixed feelings in his heart.

If it was before the broadcast of this program and before meeting Yan Shixun, Daoist Ma would definitely follow the rules of heaven and earth when facing this kind of thing, and readjust the disrupted rules, so that everything will return to the way it should be. In appearance.

The dead go to the underworld, and the evil spirits behind the scenes who disturbed the evil should receive the punishment they deserve.

But Daoist Ma remembered what Yan Shixun had said to him.

Daoist Ma, other people have their own karma. Even if outsiders like me see many things as wrong, the truth is often the opposite of what we see. The perpetrators are the real poor people. '

At that time, the lanterns outside Haiyunguan Mountain were on and off, and the fog was shrouded.

And Yan Shixun raised his head and sighed softly: "What we have seen, most of them are revenges that are overdue, souls who have lost everything, revenge and interrogation with all their might."If not carefully discerned, the vengeful revenant can be deeply hurt and even do things of irreversible regret. '

'There is no judgment in the yang world, but in the underworld.If you don’t even ask about the underworld…”

Yan Shixun lowered his brows and said in a cold tone, "The sufferer should have the right to take revenge on his own." '

Daoist Ma was stunned by Yan Shixun's words that were no different from scriptures and apostasy.

Whether it is the teachings of the elders, masters, or scriptures, there have never been such words that are no different from disturbing the yin and yang of the world.

This should not be what a Taoist priest who guards yin and yang should do.

But when Yan Shixun said it, it was so reasonable, as if it should be so, even Daoist had to admit his words.

Daoist Ma therefore memorized this sentence for a long time, and pondered over it in his spare time, trying to understand Yan Shixun's mentality and intention when he said it.

But it has been fruitless.

Until now.

When he saw clearly the anger and resentment towards these shadow puppet masters behind the scenes, he suddenly recalled Yan Shixun's words, and he suddenly understood.

Hell doesn't even ask...

Ma Daochang raised his head and sighed.

The golden-red sunset stung his eyes, causing him to squint, and the sockets of his eyes became damp.

Although judging from the evil's actions, it took the initiative to cover the sight of the ghost, allowing these dead souls to break away from the control of the underworld, and became the outlet of its hatred.

But based on the records on the stone tablet, perhaps the evil spirit was related to the family that these shadow puppet masters killed before.

Xie Chong's true identity may be one of the dead family members.

After losing his family and everything, after crying in grief, the desire for revenge bursts from his chest, even if he is left behind as a ghost because of resentment and obsession, he will not hesitate.

Daoist Ma shook his head, stood up and brushed off the dust on his body.

He didn't experience everything back then, so how could he be qualified to evaluate that person's actions?If he was the one who lost everything, if all the priests of Haiyun Temple and everyone he knew were killed... maybe he would only become crazier.

At this moment, Daoist Ma's heart was suddenly shaken, and he didn't want to pursue anything against that evil spirit because of this.

He can feel that he is being influenced by Yan Shixun, and even the way he sticks to is subtly changing.

However, Daoist Ma wanted to allow such changes.

"The heaven and the earth are impermanent, all dharmas are impermanent, and my way is also impermanent."

Daoist Ma murmured a few words in a low voice, then greeted Daoist Wang next to him: "Let's go."

Daoist Wang was astonished, pointing to the dug out wooden skeleton and asked: "Have you been taken away by that child Xing Xing? Can't you see that this is a 'replacement bone'? I am afraid that the deaths of these people were all caused by one person. Unnatural death, you want to let it go?"

To the surprise of Daoist Wang, Daoist Ma gave a low "hmm".

"As long as the evil does not harm the life of the program crew, to me, it can be regarded as not seeing anything today."

Daoist Ma said, "Let's go, they are waiting for us to find them inside."

With that said, Daoist Ma took the lead and walked towards the museum.

Only Wang Daochang was left alone, with question marks all over his head.

"???"

He looked at the tombstone and skeleton in front of him, and at the back of Daoist Ma, who seemed to have figured out some difficult problem, and felt that he could hardly turn his head.

Even if he thought about it, he couldn't guess that it was what Yan Shixun said when he was alone with Taoist Ma that influenced Taoist Ma's choice.

However, he also knew that now was not the time for internal strife, no matter what happened to Daoist Ma, he should solve the urgent matters first and then ask slowly.

Wang Daochang hurriedly chased after him.

The golden-red sunset shines through the hollowed-out and carved gaps of the archway, and falls on the wooden skeleton. In an instant, it is like a flame igniting the wood, and the flame suddenly rises.

The fire crackled and crackled, and the firewood was piled on the other side.

The sizzling sound of the blade rubbing against the wood that filled the room suddenly stopped.

The man sitting on the small wooden bar seemed to feel something, stopped the movement of his hands, and slowly straightened up, looking out through the window next to him, hesitating in his heart.

"Have we any guests?"

The girl yawned coquettishly, rubbing her eyes, and walked over with the plush doll in her arms. She leaned against the door and asked curiously, "Who is it this time?"

The man's originally serious and pensive eyebrows were stretched when the girl walked over, and even the deep wrinkles between the brows were no longer trapped in suffering, but filled with a gentle smile.

"He's an interesting Taoist priest... Maybe he's a rare good person."

The man said this, after thinking about it, he got up from the pony, put the semi-finished product in his hand aside, took off his gloves, and looked like he was about to go out.

"They may be in danger."

The man smiled and said, "Since they are interested in shadow puppets, let me pick them up, so as not to make detours."

The girl nodded, her cheeks were puffy and warm when she just woke up, and there were tears from yawning under her beautiful eyes, she looked beautiful and delicate.

She waved her hand at the man, and said obediently, "Go early and come back early."

The man nodded, with a happy smile on his brow and eyes.

When the girl turned back and glanced at the fire, she frowned unhappily, carried water to put out the flames, and then her eyes fell on the semi-finished product that the man put down.

The wooden skeleton is only half carved, and the other half is still hidden in the uncarved wood. Only half of the bones are rough and have not been polished, but it can already be seen that the craftsman's skills are superb, making wooden products and real people No difference.

The girl stared at the skeleton for a moment, then tilted her head, skipped and walked over, the corners of her pink skirt playfully fluttering up and down.

Her smile was as sweet as honey, and she reached out and patted the top of the skull with a soft and sweet voice.

"hello."

The girl laughed without haze, with pure innocence: "My new playmate."

The moment the voice fell, the skull that had been quietly placed on the desk suddenly turned its eyes, and only half of the teeth and jaws moved up and down, making a rattling sound, as if responding to the girl.

Hello, my... little girl.

At the same time, there was a crackling sound in the whole room, like the sound of wood rubbing, countless teeth and jaws opening and closing, hands and feet swaying.

The smile on the girl's lips deepened.

She tilted her head, her satin-like long hair fell from her shoulders, and the bow tied in her hair was pink.

She was the only bright color in the entire room that was blackened by the fire.

……

As soon as they stepped into the Shadow Puppet Museum, the two priests felt like they had walked into a cold storage.

The eerie cold air began to spread from the soles of the feet, as if stepping on the ice with bare feet, people began to shiver unconsciously, wanting to escape from here to a warm place.

The red paint on the big characters "Ticket Office" on the wall next to it has peeled off, and the promotional posters pasted on the glass are also half peeled off. The ink has faded and aged in the sun, and only a few shadow puppet figures printed on it can be vaguely seen.

No one runs the museum or guards the ticket office.

The two seemed to have come to a completely deserted place. There was no popularity here, and even the traces of people's existence were about to disappear, leaving only a yard full of abandoned rags.

Ma Daochang walked through the porch lightly, with the palm of his hand reaching for his chest, the yellow talisman was between his fingers, ready to deal with danger at any time.

A tall figure suddenly caught the eyes of the two of them.

The man stood under the dead tree in the courtyard, with his back to the two of them. His slender and tall body stood like a pine tree. The shadow of the dead tree fell behind him, baring his teeth and claws like ghosts.

Before the two could react or see the man's face clearly, the yellow talisman in Daoist Ma's hand suddenly burst into flames, the bright flame was fleeting, and ashes fell from Daoist Ma's hand.

Not only that, even all the spells that the two Taoist priests were going to bring on their bodies burned violently, but they couldn't last even a second, and they were all reduced to ashes.

This is!

Both of them were terrified.

The power of the spell comes from the gods. When the Taoist priest draws the charm, he borrows the divine power from the gods of the four directions, so that the spell can take effect.

However, spells are not suitable for all situations.

If it is a ghost that is far beyond the limit of the magic power that can be borrowed by a spell, or an existence that even the gods of the four directions dare not easily offend, then the spell is not as good as a piece of waste paper.

The dangers encountered by the program group in the past few episodes are mostly situations that the spells are far from being able to take care of.

Although the two knew it, so they didn't even use the spells they had prepared, but this time when they met each other, all the spells were burned to ashes, which was beyond the limit of their cognition.

What kind of existence is under the dead tree in that courtyard!

Why is it that no matter what kind of spells drawn by borrowing divine power from any god, no matter what kind of spells are used to exorcise demons and kill ghosts, all of them are invalid in front of that person?

— the man didn't even move.

Just the fact that they were near where the man was standing had already happened.

Then, if the safety of everyone in the program group is threatened by the existence of that person, how can they get past that person to find everyone in the program group?

Daoist Ma felt like his heart was frozen, the winter wind whistling through his chest, his hands and feet were cold, his blood seemed to stop flowing, he could only open his eyes wide and stare Looking at the man's back.

Daoist Wang, on the other hand, looked at the tall and slender figure while he was horrified, but suddenly murmured that it seemed familiar.

As if, where did he seem to have seen it before?

Wang Daochang was puzzled.

At this moment, the man turned his head slightly and looked at the place where the two were standing.

The man's long black hair slipped from his shoulders, and a few mysterious black lines floated gently on his sideburns, as if they were alive.

He was dressed in black, embroidered with delicate and free dark patterns of mountains and rivers. The shadow cast by the place he stood was the deepest darkness. Under his feet, he was stepping on the abyss. Countless ghosts appeared and disappeared in that darkness. Roaring ferociously, he wanted to climb out, but was afraid of the majesty of the man and fell into the abyss again.

The man's face was stern, his eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as knives, and his aura of calmness and prestige swept across the entire courtyard, even the light went dark in an instant, as if night was approaching.

The two priests were horrified by the man's gaze and froze in place.

But immediately, Daoist Wang was the first to react.

He blinked, recognized the man's identity in surprise, and shouted: "Junior Brother Yan, is he a lover?!"

The moment Yan Shixun was mentioned, the majestic and heavy aura of the man suddenly eased down.

Ye Li raised his slender eyelashes like a crow's feathers, and the shadows of the two were reflected in his long, dull eyes, and he also recognized them as Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple, and they were friends with Yan Shixun.

He still remembered that the Taoist priest's surname was Wang, and he was a very nice person.

In particular, Taoist Wang is very supportive of his engagement with Shi Xun, and has repeatedly publicized his identity as Shi Xun's lover in front of other people.

Ye Li blinked his eyes, and the eyes that looked over were brightened.

The heavy black shadow stepped on under his feet also receded silently, the abyss and the ghosts all disappeared, leaving only a normal shadow.

"Sister-in-law? Why are you here alone? Where is Junior Brother Yan, is he okay, why didn't I see him?"

After Wang Daochang recognized Ye Li, his original tension and tension suddenly relaxed.

Just like he trusted Yan Shixun, the person who married Yan Shixun was of course also on his trust white list.

They are all family!How can you doubt your sister-in-law?

Besides, Junior Brother Yan is not in front of him now, maybe the younger sister-in-law will feel uncomfortable?In this way, of course, we must pay more attention to and take the initiative to get closer to the relationship with the sister-in-law, so that the sister-in-law can feel the warmth of the family.

If my sister-in-law needs anything, shouldn't she help herself?

Thinking of this, Daoist Wang first breathed a sigh of relief, then when he found that Yan Shixun didn't seem to be in the courtyard, he asked Ye Li with concern.

Daoist Ma didn't even dare to turn his head, he could only move his eyes, and glanced at Daoist Wang beside him with frightened and puzzled eyes, wondering if this person really couldn't feel the heavy and gloomy aura in the yard?Or have you forgotten all the yellow talismans that just spontaneously ignited?

Although he also vaguely recognized that this person was Yan Shixun's lover, but he was even more suspicious of whether it was the evil spirit who disguised himself as Yan Shixun's lover to deceive them.

Otherwise, how to explain these ghosts?

But apparently, Daoist Wang didn't receive the alarmed reminder from Daoist Ma, and walked towards Ye Li with a friendly look.

Ye Li looked at Daoist Wang firmly, confirming that this person really cared about Shi Xun, he was like Shi Xun's family.

The corners of his lips curled up, as if trying to make himself look gentler.

But Yan Shixun was not around, so his attempt failed in the end.

Thinking of Yan Shixun, Ye Li's eyes dimmed, and his pale thin lips pursed, suppressing his anger, not letting himself scare the two Taoists.

"Shi Xun him."

When Ye Li spoke, his voice was hoarse and rough, even though he was suppressing his anger, he still had cold anger: "He disappeared."

"What's the meaning!"

Wang Daochang was startled, and hurriedly asked.

When facing Yan Shixun's trusted Hai Yun Guan, Ye Li did not hide anything, and explained the situation in a concise manner.

Yan Shixun and Zhang Wubing went to the third yard to turn off the CD player, and everyone else visited the shadow puppets in each room, while Ye Li was left behind by Yan Shixun to guard everyone's safety in the first yard.

However, after Yan Shixun left and waited for a few minutes, Ye Li suddenly felt something was wrong.

—— Yan Shixun's breath disappeared.

Not only that, even the aura of other people in the program group disappeared, as if they had been wiped out of existence by someone.

Ye Li chased the third man into the courtyard to find Yan Shixun, but everything seemed to cover the sky, the earth and the avenue.

He couldn't find Yan Shixun.

There is no trace of him no matter in the sky or on the ground.

And Dao is silent, as if it never existed.

This is a situation Ye Li has never encountered before.

As a ghost, he has never felt such anger and anxiety for thousands of years.

He searched the entire shadow puppet museum, but he didn't find Yan Shixun, but found another thing.

——Besides the Shadow Puppet Museum, nothing exists.

After pushing the door and going out, the outside is a vast expanse of pure white like paper, but there is no life and death there.

It is a truly barren land where even heaven and earth do not exist.

However, Ye Li's appearance as a ghost and god gradually appeared on him.

The original clothes of the same style as Yan Shixun's have changed, and the ghosts and gods who stood high on the altar for thousands of years in the past reappeared, and even the countless evil spirits in the abyss of Fengdu are reflected in his shadow.

Like, his shadow is truly described here.

The falsehood covering the body and soul is uncovered, revealing the real soul and shadow.

Just when Ye Li was astonished and angry, two Taoist priests broke into the museum. Wang Taoist priests were concerned and chattering like a family, which made Ye Li regain his composure when he heard Yan Shixun's name. .

"Sister-in-law, you also look like a direct descendant or patriarch of some school, even you can't find Junior Brother Yan, and when we first came in, the yellow talisman was burning..."

Wang Daochang stroked his chin in deep thought, and said in a low voice, "This evil spirit is really a headache."

"Let's go to Junior Brother Yan and the others first."

Wang Daochang greeted Ye Li with a smile: "I understand. You newly married couples are like this. They miss each other even if they don't see each other for a minute, and they are afraid that something will happen to the other party and start thinking wildly. Love hahaha, it's all about gains and losses."

"But don't worry, don't you know what kind of strength Junior Brother Yan is? Trust him more."

Wang Daochang persuaded with the tone of a person who came here: "After all, you are not the same as ordinary couples. There will always be such things. But don't worry, I think I should be more afraid of encountering the ghosts of Junior Brother Yan. I regret why To provoke Junior Brother Yan. He will be fine."

Judging from Wang Daochang's experience, meeting Yan Shixun's ghost is really unlucky, maybe he will