After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Zhang Wubing was still trembling, and when there was no place to set foot among the bloody corpses, Yan Shixun had already locked on the most critical point in the whole theater after roughly scanning the audience.

It was obvious that the closer the corpses were to the stage, the more bloody and grim they were.

The most serious corpse was even blown up into a bloody mess, and the other end of the intestines was hanging on the corner of the table, shaking slightly with the wind.

And the shadow puppet artist who jumped out from behind the stage and made a gesture of fleeing for his life also fell face down on the ground or on the steps of the stage with a face full of horror.

The original formal costumes on them have been soaked in blood, and they can no longer see the original gorgeousness and exquisiteness.

Yan Shixun took a closer look, and with his good memory, recognized the faces half-soaked in blood, the middle-aged men he had seen on the poster before.

It's just different from the complacency on the poster at that time, the face of the dead body is full of horror.

Among them, the middle-aged man who fell farthest from the stage still had the pain of repentance on his face.

His expression was frozen at the moment of death, and there was never a chance to make up for his mistakes.

——The Sufferer will not allow it.

People who have died, the bitter fruit that has been caused, is not something that can be let go with a fluffy apology.

But Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows quite interestingly.

The place where this person fell was at least a few meters away from the stage than the others, and judging by his weight and long legs, he didn't seem to be able to run faster than others.

In this case……

Did this person find out that something was wrong before everyone realized the danger was approaching and started running for their lives?

Yan Shixun paused when he passed the man, and when he saw the ashes falling in the pool of blood under the man, he understood.

It's the embers of the burnt spell.

It seemed that this person had a ghost in his heart, and he knew what he had done, so he carried the spell he invited with him, and that's why he was alerted by the burning of the spell the first time the evil ghost appeared.

It's a pity that there are only evil ghosts with obsession and resentment left, and they will not let the person they resent.

Yan Shixun originally guessed that there would be evil spirits behind the curtain that caused the massacre.

But when he really raised the curtain and bent down to walk into the back of the stage, the wooden puppet sitting behind the curtain still surprised him.

Where Yan Shixun didn't notice, the direction of the candlelight changed silently, and his figure standing on the stage was projected on the curtain.

Just like other shadow puppets.

Zhang Wubing, who had been staring closely at Yan Shixun, fearing that he would be thrown in such a place, asked a puzzled "Huh?"

At that moment, he suddenly saw Yan Shixun on the curtain, in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

On the curtain, Yan Shixun stepped on numerous corpses, and the evil ghost climbed the mountain of corpses and stretched out a pair of dead bones, trying to grab his clothes.

However, his coat fluttered behind him, his palms slowly wiped away the splashed blood from his lips and cheeks, his eyes were sharp and determined, and with every step he stepped on the evil spirits that were trying to surge up, he waded out of the mountain of corpses. Blood comes.

The evil ghost howled and struggled, but no matter what, he couldn't touch the corner of his clothes.

That is the firmness that is enough to move and shock even ghosts, gods, heaven and earth, to live to death, to know death but to do it.

Zhang Wubing raised his head, stared blankly at the picture on the curtain, and couldn't help holding his breath.

His brows and eyes moved slightly, his previously huddled facial features gradually stretched out, especially his wet eyes became indifferent and not angry.

That noble and handsome face that had been buried by too many expressions had finally brought out its original beauty.

Zhang Wubing raised his hand, gently wiped away the tears accumulated in the corner of his eyes, looked at Yan Shixun's figure projected on the curtain, and laughed softly.

Yan, Shi, Xun.

He paused every word, and silently read Yan Shixun's name, the smile on his lips gradually widened, as if he was satisfied with the current situation and full of expectation.

He stared at Yan Shixun, the candlelight was reflected in his eyes, igniting clusters of flames.

After failing to find it so many times, he originally thought that the world would be cut off so far that he would not even leave a trace of life behind.Unexpectedly, in the last hopeless attempt, the original plan was gradually achieved instead.

That's right, the evil ghost's bones... the biggest variable in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

How can it be predicted by other people.

This only variable, the heaven and the earth love it to such a degree that even ghosts and gods are excluded, how can he let him, who should have lost his soul, see its location.

Zhang Wubing blinked slowly, noticed the situation around him, and touched the tear stains all over his face with his fingers.

He frowned, looking at his fingers with disgust.

This little idiot... tsk.

However, Zhang Wubing understood the reason for his appearance because of this curtain and Yan Shixun's figure.

Shadow puppetry uses shadows to make plays. Most ordinary people know the cumbersome and complicated production of shadow puppet characters, and applaud the mystery presented by this ancient form of drama, but most of them don’t know that shadow puppetry has another name.

ghost show.

Thousands of years ago, in an era closer to the gods, Wu Zhu used shadows to symbolize ghosts and gods, so as to convey wishes to ghosts and gods to complete the sacrifice.

The entire shadow puppet museum is actually a huge shadow puppet theater.

All of them who entered the museum were no longer spectators in front of the stage, but shadow puppets behind the scenes.

Therefore, the shadows of all gods and ghosts are undoubtedly revealed on this curtain.

And the old ghosts and gods that should not exist in the body of mortal Zhang Wubing are also illuminated by candlelight and can appear here.

Zhang Wubing chuckled lightly, his eyes flashed with beauty.

He appeared because of Zhang Wubing's shadow, and Yan Shixun's figure on the curtain came from Yan Shixun's final ending...

The secret that has been hidden by heaven and earth for a long time, at this moment, allows him to see the truth through the shadow.

Zhang Wubing nodded contentedly.

He was about to leave, handing his body back to that little idiot, when he suddenly remembered another figure.

I don't know if the ghost who was also attracted by the evil ghost to the bone also showed his original figure like him?

I hope that person will not be happy to move the whole Feng here, the underworld is weak now, if the entire southwestern region is turned upside down, it will be powerless to deal with it.

But there is an evil ghost in his bones, and that ghost should not need him to worry anymore.

Thinking like this, Zhang Wubing let go of his sanity and let himself suddenly fall into the depths of his soul.

No matter how you say it, the little idiot is still a mortal body, even if he has only a little remnant soul left, it is not something the little idiot can bear for a long time.

Zhang Wubing gave a "tsk", and his dislike for the little idiot deepened in his heart.

In the next second, Zhang Wubing suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He is like a student who fell asleep unconsciously in class. When he sensed a crisis, he suddenly woke up and looked around subconsciously, afraid of what happened during the time he fell asleep.

Fortunately, nothing has changed.

Zhang Wubing looked at the curtain, but there was only a blur in his vision, and he could vaguely see the bloody figure of Yan Shixun slaughtered on the battlefield.

When he blinked suspiciously and looked again, Yan Shixun clearly stood still on the spot, but there was a series of blood splattered on the curtain, forming a hideous appearance.

He breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

It should be that he saw the bloodstains overlapping with Brother Yan, but luckily it was just an illusion.

Yan Shixun didn't understand what happened in the short moment offstage, he was still observing the wooden dolls behind the scenes.

It's not that he hasn't seen wood carvings before, but it's the first time he's seen one that is so detailed.

The female doll is lifelike, with delicate hair, brows and eyes, and the smile on her lips makes her look as if she will open her eyes and come alive in the next moment.

She looks like she is about 30 years old, and there are fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but she can see the good manners of a good life. She is wearing clothes from decades ago. In front of the abdomen, there is also a carved wooden bracelet hanging on the wrist.

There are also a few wooden sticks pulling silk threads scattered around her feet, which are props used by shadow puppets to manipulate shadow puppets, and they look like they just fell out of her hands.

The female puppet sat upright behind the curtain, but farther away from the curtain, and sat further back, so Yan Shixun didn't see her shadow outside at first.

In this way, she quietly watched the massacre and the hasty escape in a place where no one could see.

Those spectators under the stage lost all their original leisurely watching the show, only the hideous faces twisted and trying to escape, the blood dripping into the pool of blood, filling the gaps between the bluestone bricks.

It's as if the front and back of the stage have changed their identities.

Those in front of the stage are the shadow puppet figures manipulated by the craftsman, while those sitting behind the scenes are the spectators.

The woman saw them fleeing in panic, and her face no longer had the usual complacency. She saw them crying and trying to escape for their lives, but they still died under the attack from nowhere.

A happy smile appeared on her face.

Dead objects that are highly similar to people will give people a sense of strange fear, and suddenly feel that what they see is the carrier of ghosts.

Although Yan Shixun was not afraid of ghosts, he still frowned uncomfortablely when he saw the wood carvings that were almost indistinguishable from real people.

Different from ordinary people's fear of human-shaped dead objects, Yan Shixun did know the truth about woodcarving.

There is a method called "Bone Replacement", in which a skeleton carved out of wood is used to replace the mutilated dead body for burial, so as to give the soul a place to attach to.

And when he saw this overly detailed wooden woman, the first thought that came to his mind was——

This is a wood carving used as a "substitute bone".

Yan Shixun guessed that the woman was dead, and someone else carved this statue and placed it here, so that her soul could reside in it and witness the massacre with her own eyes.

This also confirmed what he had suspected before entering the theater.

If they were really afraid of the unknown dangers in the theater and desperately searched for a boat to leave from the lake, then they would really deviate from the truth forever, unable to find the obsession of the dead behind the vermilion lacquer gate.

Even, the dead bodies under the lake will bite the boat they are driving through a big hole and let them fall into the lake.

At that time, even if they did not die under the sharp teeth of the dead body, they would be deprived of their body temperature by the icy lake water, and finally drowned and sank to the bottom of the lake.

And this theater hidden under the abyss...

It is very possible that it is the deepest part of the soul of this dead woman.

All her obsessions and hatred are buried here. The beginning of the story started with the shadow puppet, and naturally it will end with the shadow puppet.

But at the same time, the theater also trapped the woman's soul, making it impossible for her to leave.

Her hatred became her wall.

The icy lake outside and the dead bodies under the lake not only prevents living people or evil spirits from finding her obsession that she doesn't want to show others, but also makes it impossible for her to leave here.

There is never an outward path.

Although Yan Shixun only illuminated the lake for a short moment when he threw the lantern into the lake, he could still clearly see the faces of the dead bodies gathered in one place.

Even though those faces were rotten, pale and distorted to the point of not being human, Yan Shixun still recognized a few of them. They were the shadow puppet masters in the posters hanging on the wall when he was in the museum.

At the same time, it was also the dead body that fell outside the curtain at this time.

Yan Shixun looked at the female woodcarving with deep eyes, his lips were so tightly pressed that they turned white.

No matter from her hatred and revenge against the villagers in front of the stage, or from her distinctive attire, she is very similar to the woman who was besieged by the villagers in the shadow puppet show that Yan Shixun saw on the CD before.

The scene in front of him was put together with the previous shadow puppet show, and a complete story was reconstructed in Yan Shixun's mind.

The woman who cried and begged the villagers to let her go died because of the villagers.

After her death, someone avenged her and gathered all the villagers in the theater. The sound of gongs and drums opened densely. cry.

The woman watched with her own eyes those villagers who she had begged for but refused to let her go, one after another died with regret and fear, and the resentment in her soul was finally terminated.

But the death of all the villagers has also become the sin that the soul of the woman must bear.After they died, they turned into "fish" in the lake, cutting off the possibility of women leaving here and going to reincarnation.

She is here, the ground is a prison.

Yan Shixun didn't know what happened back then to let the villagers treat the woman like that, but the woman was obviously taking revenge, but the cause and effect did not form a closed loop, but the evil effect outweighed the evil cause.

He pondered for a while, and was about to take a step closer to observe the wood carving when he heard Zhang Wubing's voice.

"Brother Yan, are you playing shadow puppets in the back?"

Zhang Wubing's questioning voice was full of confusion: "Brother Yan, when did you learn this?"

"What shadow puppets..."

Yan Shixun thought that that little idiot Zhang Wubing was going to do something again, frowned and turned his head subconsciously, but when he saw the curtain next to him, his voice stopped abruptly.

——I don’t know when, a shadow puppet show was staged on the curtain.

Obviously no one manipulated the shadow puppets, but shadows appeared on the screen one by one.

These shadows are so delicate that they can be confused with real ones, making it difficult to tell whether this is a shadow puppet show or what happened in real life.

The villagers ran in the village under the night, chasing the woman at the front.

The woman supported her belly with one hand, her expression was panicked, and there were tears in her eyes when she looked back from time to time.

Her running posture is very strange, her body is clumsy and her steps are weak. It can be seen that her physical condition cannot support her high-intensity running, but she dare not stop at all.

The villagers behind had excited smiles on their faces, like hungry wolves chasing lambs, their eyes glowing green under the night.

The leading villagers shouted loudly, making the woman even more frightened and trembling.

And when those villagers turned their heads, Yan Shixun could see their faces clearly.

It was the shadow puppet masters he had seen on the poster before.

However, compared to the faces on the poster, the people in the shadow play are younger, crazier and more violent.

They waved farm tools and cheered loudly. There was no life in their eyes at all, only the excitement of hunting prey.

The woman ran out of breath, and finally her feet gave way and she fell to the ground.

With tears streaming down her face, she raised her hand and grabbed the trousers of a villager by the side of the road, wanting to ask him for help.

But the old villager bowed his back and closed his eyes, as if he couldn't see and didn't want to intervene.

The woman understood what the other party meant, and knew that the other party did not want to offend the fellow villagers who had been with her all her life for the sake of an ordinary friend.

What's more, the old man is old, but the young man is strong, and he is also thinking about his own situation.

The woman gradually despaired and let go of her hand.When he saw those villagers chasing him, he staggered and got up and continued to run.

On the road she ran, there was a long and meandering trail of blood.

The woman ran slower and slower, and the villagers behind her were getting closer and closer. They were in a panic, but only heard a loud "plop!"

The drumbeat suddenly sounded.

Like a heavy object falling into a lake, water splashes.

At the same time, the light of the entire curtain was dimmed, the candles were blown out, the shadow play sank into darkness, and all the scenes disappeared.

No fleeing women, no hunting villagers.

There is only a dead theater surrounded by the light of red lanterns.

All the dim yellow candles that were burning before were extinguished, leaving only four red lanterns hanging from the four corners, shaking gently in the night wind, even the dark red light and shadow were shaking and breaking, which looked extraordinarily weird.

Zhang Wubing swallowed involuntarily, and looked in horror at the suddenly darkening environment.

Just as he was about to ask Brother Yan what was going on, he suddenly realized that from his angle, he saw a shadow reappear on the curtain.

But different from the bright one before, the blood-stained curtain still had splashed blood on it, showing shadows in such a dark environment made Zhang Wubing's scalp even more numb.

He didn't even have the strength to call Yan Shixun, he could only watch the shadow move on the curtain.

It's a chase scene.

The two people in the front are running wildly, while behind them, some corpses are running and chasing, while others are dragging their bodies and crawling on the ground, trying to reach out their bones-only palms, trying to catch them. Those two people.

Not only that, under the feet of those two people and around them, there are empty eyes staring at them everywhere.

They seemed to be running on the surface of the lake, and under the surface of the water, ghost faces floated up from the bottom of the lake, trying to grab their feet and drag them into the cold and dark lake water.

The shadow of the skeleton was reflected on the curtain, watching the two people silently, waiting for an opportunity to move, trying to sneak in when the two people couldn't run or relaxed their guard.

Zhang Wubing was terrified when he saw it, and thought that this was too scary, luckily I wasn't the one who was being chased like this, otherwise I would really be scared to death.

But as soon as this idea came up, he felt that the figures of the two people in front looked familiar.

Zhang Wubing couldn't help squinting his eyes and moved closer to see clearly.

Then, belatedly, he realized...

These two people seem to be Brother Yan and him?

But from Yan Shixun's perspective, looking at the curtain from behind, after the candlelight was extinguished, there was no more picture.

Instead, there was a slight "cluck" sound from beside him.

It's like jerky bearings are turning, and the friction sound is toothache.

But what Yan Shixun was more concerned about was that he thought the voice was very familiar, and there was a "rustling" sound when he listened carefully, more like the joints of wood rubbing against each other.

At that moment, the first thing that appeared in his mind was the wooden sculpture sitting beside him!

Yan Shixun looked at the wood carving suddenly, but saw that under the dim red light, the wood carving puppet was slowly and imperceptibly swinging its head from side to side.

It is like waking up after a long sleep, moving the joints to wake up the body.

The puppet, no different from a real person, slowly twisted its neck. After a series of rubbing sounds, it raised its head and looked in the direction where Yan Shixun was standing.

The doll's smeared eyeballs suddenly came alive, and slowly turned around. In the dark eyes without whites, there was no light, only death and hatred.

She is laughing.

The mouth of the puppet is grinning like a crescent moon.

She tilted her head, and even her eyes narrowed with a smile, like a reversed crescent moon.

The mouth of the wooden doll opened and closed, and the sound of "cracking" seemed to be asking Yan Shixun——

You, don't you run?

Yan Shixun frowned, guarding against the puppet's sudden rise.

Before he could react, the shadow puppet figures who had been thrown at the feet of the puppet suddenly collided with each other and made noises.

Yan Shixun subconsciously looked down, and saw the shadow puppets who had collapsed on the ground stand up one by one.

The half-meter-tall shadow puppet raised its head and stared blankly at Yan Shixun.

Their faces were pale, and they were wearing the shrouds worn by the dead bodies when they were buried. On both sides of their cheeks were two blobs of blunt blush, and their dark eyes revealed malice.

The silk thread that entangles their limbs and heads and affects their movements is hidden in the darkness, and the wooden stick is held in the hand of the wooden doll at some point.

The female puppet was still sitting on the spot, but she flexibly flipped her fingers holding the five wooden sticks, causing the shadow puppet to stand up unsteadily, and then rushed towards Yan Shixun.

At this moment, Zhang Wubing's terrified shout came from below the stage.

"Brother Yan, run!"

Hearing the sound, Yan Shixun cast a different look, but suddenly froze for a moment.

Across the curtain, he saw Zhang Wubing with an anxious expression.

And, behind Zhang Wubing, there was a dead body standing up from the ground dangling.

Those corpses that had been confirmed dead when Yan Shixun first walked into the theater, now their limbs and bodies were twisted, and they stiffly got up from the pool of blood.

The uncooled corpses were still somewhat soft, even if they were not as flexible as a stranger, they were still enough to hurt Zhang Wubing who was so close to them.

Yan Shixun's heart sank.

Compared to Zhang Wubing who was anxiously worried about him, he was now more worried about this little idiot who didn't even notice the movement behind him.

At this moment, the shadow puppet who wanted to attack Yan Shixun was manipulated by the puppet to pounce on him.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he rushed towards the edge of the stage, slapped the palm of his hand on the railing, and then held it tightly and exerted force. With the strength, his slender body immediately leaped over the railing and flew out nimbly, avoiding the movement of the shadow puppets The trajectory, then lightly landed on the bluestone slab under the stage.

Martin's boots stepped into a pool of blood, blood splashed, and the corners of his clothes flew.

Yan Shixun put his feet on the ground and exerted force continuously, without any pause, he rushed straight to the place where Zhang Wubing was standing.

He grabbed the long bench next to him with one hand, and then he swung his arms and muscled out inch by inch. The long bench smashed towards the dead body rushing behind Zhang Wubing, and the other hand directly pulled towards Zhang Wubing's collar, pulling the astonished man by him. The action frightened the silly little fool, and pulled him into his arms.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

The long bench hit the dead body, and the flying body flew straight back along with the corpses behind it.

It didn't stop until it hit a wall.

At the same time, Zhang Wubing also slammed into Yan Shixun's strong chest, his nose hurt because of the tight and hard muscles, and tears burst out when he was sore.

But Zhang Wubing felt the coldness of Yan Shixun's blowing past his neck from the back of his neck, and he flinched, because he didn't dare to say that he was hurt by Yan Shixun's bump.

Yan Shixun held Zhang Wubing into his arms with one hand, not letting him get in his way, then raised his head, looked over the top of Zhang Wubing's head sharply and looked at the dead bodies that were smashed against the wall.

The force of that blow just now, together with the weight of several dead bodies, hit the wall directly so that the masonry fell, and the dust fell down in a rustle.

The wall was overwhelmed and made a "creaking" sound.

Immediately, huge cracks spread rapidly outward along the stress center, and the cracks spread all over the entire vermilion lacquer wall.

When the dead body fell from the wall to the ground again, the wall also collapsed with a loud "Boom!", and the bricks rolled to the ground.

The cold wind blew across the lake, and the coldness of the water vapor was blown in through the big hole.

Zhang Wubing shivered from the cold, and comforted himself to remember to bring a scarf next time.

But Yan Shixun, who was facing the wall, saw dead bodies climbing up the stone steps outside the theater through the hole in the lake outside.

The decomposed green and white corpses crawled towards the gate of the theater with water stains all over their bodies, but when they were about to open the door and enter, they were attracted by the loud noise, their eyes turned their heads, and looked through the big hole. into the theater.

Soon there was a dead body that reacted first, turned around and rushed towards the entrance of the cave.

At this time, Zhang Wubing, who had just raised his head quietly in Yan Shixun's arms to take a breath, also looked over Yan Shixun's shoulder and saw the shadow puppets rushing towards him on the stage.

At the same time, the dead bodies in the whole theater slowly got up from the pool of blood, turned their faces unsteadily, and were facing Yan Shixun and the two.

The siege came from all directions, blocking all the way out, and there was no escape.

Zhang Wubing was frightened and stammered to remind Yan Shixun.

Yan Shixun turned around slowly, looking sideways at the stage.

The shadow of the woman is reflected on the curtain.

She grinned, smiling.

……

After Nan Tian found out that Xie Lin beside him was just a paper painting, he soon realized that he should have fallen into the ghostly aura of a ghost after experiencing the Nanming Mountain incident.

It might be him or Xie Lin who had the accident, but they are no longer in the same space.

When he was still obsessed with the shadow puppets hanging on the wall, Xie Lin had already been replaced with a paper figure.

After this idea popped up in his mind, Nan Tian suddenly heard voices coming from around the room.

Flutter.

rustling...

Like the sound of paper being blown by the wind.

When Nan Tianxia raised his head consciously, he saw that the shadow puppet figures who were originally hung on the wall broke free from the nails that had nailed their hands and feet, and floated down from the wall.

However, this is by no means a poignant Liaozhai story of love between man and ghost.

But real, murderous intent.

Shadow puppets came down from the surrounding walls, and the silk threads on their bodies shone faintly under the golden-red sunset, and invisible hands were manipulating their movements, making them walk towards the southern sky.

Nan Tian instinctively took a step back, calmed down quickly after the panic, stretched out his hand to hold the heat source in his chest, pulled it down hard, and blocked it in front of him.

It was the fabric that was given to Yan Shixun by the elder sister who was raised by the master when he was in Nanming Mountain, and Yan Shixun passed it on to him.

It symbolizes peace and can resist evil spirits.

Just as Nan Tian took out the fabric from under the clothes, the movements of those shadow puppets stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.

And their ink-dotted eyes flashed with panic in a humanized way.

Taking advantage of the pause of the shadow puppets, Nan Tian turned around and ran towards the door.

Nan Tian remembered that Yan Shixun had said before that he would leave his lover in the first yard just in case.

So now, as long as he ran out of this room to find Brother Yan's lover, he would be safe!

Nan Tian thought about it, but when he pushed open the door and ran into the yard, his eyes widened.

The courtyard was empty without a single person.

Even the main screen camera that was originally set up in the yard, as well as the equipment placed here by the program group and the staff who stayed here, all disappeared.

The surrounding rooms, too, were dead silent and devoid of human voices.

But Nan Tian clearly remembered that, except for Brother Yan and Director Zhang who went to the last yard, everyone else crowded into the rooms of the first yard to visit.

Why is no one missing now?

Could it be...they have already had an accident before themselves?

Nan Tian was startled, he couldn't care about the shadow puppets behind him for a while, and hurried to the rooms where he remembered the guests.

No matter how bad his guess is, he must first confirm it with his own eyes. Maybe, maybe other people have not had an accident and still need help!

Thinking this way, Nan Tian pushed open the door closest to him.

The door was pushed open with a "bang!", and it fell on the wall, causing a burst of dust to fall, and the old wood almost fell apart.

But there is only a small shadow puppet stage used in the market in this room, which is placed in the middle as an exhibit, and there are various shadow puppet props on display along the walls, landscape village houses, Everything you need.

But there were no figures of Lu Xingxing and Song Ci in the room.

Nan Tian was so panicked that his hands were shaking, he hurried to the next room, and when he opened the door, he was taken aback by the skeleton of a real person facing the door, and then he realized that it seemed to be carved out of wood, not real. skeleton.

But there were still no An Nanyuan and Zhao Zhen in the room.

Nan Tian felt that he was about to be suffocated by this oppressive silence, his heart was beating like it was about to jump out of his throat, and the hot blood rushed straight to the top of his head, making his face flushed, he quickly took two deep breaths, and then continued Run to the next room.

But he ran all over the yard and opened every door, but he couldn't even see a single person.

Nan Tian also tried to run to the second courtyard, but after he crossed the threshold, he was shocked to find that what was displayed in front of his eyes was the first courtyard!

He seemed to be caught in a cycle of Rashomon, no matter how he rushed left and right, he was imprisoned in this square inch yard.

There is wood in the wall, which is for trapping.

The dead tree silently looked at Nan Tian who was running back and forth, swayed slightly, and cast its shadow on the ground like a ghostly shadow.

The shadow spread silently, and when Nan Tian didn't notice it, it gradually stretched towards his feet.

To make matters worse, the shadow puppet figures in the room that Nan Tian used to frighten him with fabrics began to move again, as if they were being manipulated by some kind of existence.

Although affected by the fabric with the residual power of Nanming Mountain, those shadow puppets are no longer as flexible as before, but walk staggeringly, but they still firmly surround Nantian.

Nan Tian was worried about other people, and was horrified by the human-like shadow puppet in front of him, even his calf was shaking, but he still stubbornly supported the wall of the room door.

It is more difficult for a man who is awake in danger than a man who is asleep.

Especially when he himself does not have the power to protect others.

Nan Tian was so anxious that he was on the verge of crying, trying to silently recite Yan Shixun's name in his heart.

He even thought that it would be fine if there was Lu Xingxing. At this time, he would not pick any more. Having Lu Xingxing was better than nothing.

At the same time, at a place that Nan Tian couldn't see, Lu Xingxing suddenly raised his head in astonishment, looking directly at the golden-red sunset projected from above.

Looking directly at the sun made his eyes squint instinctively in pain, and then he realized that the light did not come from around them.

But other worlds.

After Lu Xingxing and Song Ci cooperated with each other and burned the dead bodies and props with the sun that was actually a candle, the room they were in changed drastically. There was no longer the sun, but a dark night of the lake.

He and Song Ci were standing on the lake, surrounded by dead bodies like fish smelling bait.

Lu Xingxing had to make Song Ci close his eyes tightly to prevent the white on the lake from turning into paper money, and then stepping on those paper money was like stepping on a lotus leaf. His princess hugged Song Ci, jumping step by step, floating on the lake and refusing to sink The white paper money that went down carefully avoided the corpse under the water.

With Song Ci, he brushed past death several times.

If Song Ci hadn't closed his eyes, he would definitely dislike Lu Xingxing because of his movements like a goose flapping its wings.

However, Lu Xingxing was very satisfied with his performance, and even gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Lu Xingxing: Just say that the snake skin is out of position, Haiyun Temple should give me an award!After I go back, I will tell my master and ancestors, and let them praise me well hehe.

But at the same time, Lu Xingxing also knows that this is not a long-term solution.

The dark eye sockets of those corpses are full of greed for their flesh and blood. They can be played with them a few times, but after a long time, there is no guarantee that these corpses will not think of other ways to deal with them.

Lu Xingxing tried so hard to think of a way to get out, that his hair was about to fall out, and he couldn't help but miss the time when Yan Shixun or Song Yidao were around.

At that time, he only needed to do what he said foolishly, instead of making up his own mind like now.

In particular, he is now shouldering the life of another person.

Whenever he makes a mistake, Song Ci will be injured or even killed, and the others don't know what's going on at this time, whether they need his help...

If it was only his own life, Lu Xingxing didn't really care much about it, but now, he felt the heavy weight of many beings on his shoulders.

He shook his head with a wry smile, and felt more and more that Yan Shixun was simply a monster and not a mortal at all—Yan Shixun had so many lives on his shoulders before, but he was still so calm, as if nothing could break his calmness.

How did it do it!

How could he not learn!

Master, I want to learn this!

Just as Lu Xingxing was screaming violently in his heart, he suddenly noticed a light shining from the side.

The golden-red sunset falls on the lake, and the ripples are all golden, which is too beautiful to behold.

Lu Xingxing turned his head to look in astonishment, and then realized that this was a variable.

But the variable is the turning point of life!

Lu Xingxing immediately shook Song Ci to let him open his eyes, and told him in a solemn tone: "Look, brother Xing wants to see you now."