After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Yan Shixun did not expect that Zheng Shushu would have such an overly enthusiastic personality.

No matter what you ask Zheng Shushu, he will answer as much as possible without hiding anything.

And when they were walking in the village, Zheng Shushu would point to a certain house and introduce to Yan Shixun, which shadow puppet master's home used to be here, or introduce to Yan Shixun which trees along the way were with great interest. What kind of wood is it, what year is it, what kind of furniture is this kind of wood suitable for, or is it used to carve ornaments.

Speaking of things in the village, Zheng Shushu, as he said when he first invited Yan Shixun, knew the village very well. Come one by one.

It's not the rigid official rhetoric in the book. When Zheng Shushu talked about these trees, his eyes were as gentle as if he was looking at his own children, and even his voice was full of passion.

Even people who don't know Zheng Shushu, seeing his current appearance, will think that he really loves these trees and regards it as his favorite career.

This made Yan Shixun, who originally intended to check the situation in the village to get clues about the shadow puppetry, couldn't help being gradually attracted by Zheng Shushu's attention, and also listened to Zheng Shushu's introduction.

For example, persimmon trees are very suitable for making oars or shoulder poles, and poplar trees are best not used for making furniture...

Before that, Yan Shixun really didn't know about the little common sense in Zheng Shu's mouth.

"Am I talking too much?"

Seeing Yan Shixun, Zheng Shu laughed, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention when I said it. My sister also told me about this problem, but I haven't been able to get rid of it. I'm bothering you now." .”

"it's okay no problem."

Yan Shixun waved his hand and said with a smile, "I just think you are a very interesting person."

"I'm ashamed to say that, although I've traveled to many places over the years, I really don't know much about the common sense you speak of. Today I would like to thank you for allowing me to learn so much."

"As for the tree species I know better, I'm afraid the only one is pagoda tree."

Yan Shixun blinked at Zheng Shushu, smiled and finished the second half of the sentence: "Hidden ghosts."

Zheng Shushu was stunned at first, and then laughed: "No, I was arrogant for a moment. These are the basic knowledge for carpenters, but for those who are not carpenters, there is really no need to know."

"However, Mr. Yan also opened my eyes, knowing that the locust tree has this purpose."

Zheng Shushu shook his head and said with a broken smile: "It seems that even if you are facing the same thing, different professions will still bring you different angles. Mr. Yan, is your work related to ghosts?"

He is obviously a character in a shadow puppet show, but he takes the initiative to talk about ghosts?

A sense of strangeness flashed through Yan Shixun's mind, and he nodded: "Yes, I always have to deal with ghosts."

Unlike the guests who always habitually think that this is reality, Yan Shixun always remembers that they have not left the shadow puppet show. Whether it is a villager or a village, it is likely that they are props that project shadows on the screen.

What will happen if a shadow puppet with only human form suddenly realizes that it is a shadow puppet, not a person, but a shadow, or a ghost?

Yan Shixun has seen ghosts who are dead but don't know it. For this kind of ghosts, the most dangerous moment is the moment when the exorcist makes them realize that they are dead.

The pain and anger that the ghost burst out at that moment was enough to run wild and kill a mature ghost exorcist.

Many colleagues died because of this, and other ghost exorcists also told their disciples to be vigilant when the ghost consciousness awakens.

Yan Shixun is no exception.

Although he followed Zheng Shushu's words and said pagoda tree, he also wanted to use "ghosts" to stimulate Zheng Shushu. Use the word "ghost".

Although Yan Shixun was always smiling, he was always on guard against Zheng Shushu.

But Zheng Shushu didn't lose his composure as Yan Shixun expected, as if this was just a casually raised topic among friends, and there was no need to care about it.

He quickly recounted the history of the village.

Yan Shixun quietly watched Zheng Shushu for a moment, but he didn't see anything unusual about him.

Am I thinking too much?

Yan Shixun was a little puzzled.

But what Zheng Shu said quickly drew his attention back.

This is a village with a long history.

Although it looks like any remote village, in fact, this village has existed for thousands of years.

The shadow puppet show has been passed down for 28 generations, singing the past of the village.

"Although the village was famous for its shadow puppets in the past, in fact, all the shadow puppets come from the original Bai family."

Speaking of this, Zheng Shushu suddenly remembered something, and asked Yan Shixun, "Has Mr. Yan visited Master Bai?"

"Since I'm here to see the shadow puppets, why not visit Master Bai, only his shadow puppets are the most authentic."

Zheng Shushu looked like he was thinking about Yan Shixun, but Yan Shixun only felt puzzled when he recalled the shadow puppet masters who died in the village.

The reasons for the decline of the village and shadow puppets that Uncle Bai just said still echoed in Yan Shixun's ears.

How can there be a kind of death, as long as you learn shadow puppetry, you will be with you like a shadow.In the grand occasion of dozens of shadow puppet masters, only the original inheritors are left in the end, just like 28 generations ago, only the line that first mastered shadow puppet skills remains.

This made Yan Shixun couldn't help guessing, could it be that Master Bai had a conflict with other people in the village, so he wanted to take back the shadow puppet his ancestors taught others in this way?

The same goes for the poster in the museum. In just a few years, Master Bai was gradually excluded from the circle of shadow puppet makers and became more and more marginalized.

In contrast to the high spirits of other shadow puppet masters, Master Bai's face became more and more silent.

It seems that after a major change, I have lost my expectation for life since then, just living in a daze, waiting for something to come.

When Yan Shixun asked about the poster in the museum, and mentioned that Zheng Shushu was also on it, Zheng Shushu touched his chin and recalled it for a long time, and then he remembered it as if he remembered it from a long time ago.

He suddenly realized: "Oh, at that time! I didn't expect Mr. Yan to see that poster. It was all so many years ago."

"Master Bai is old. He has a different concept from other people. It's normal to have a gap."

Zheng Shushu's reaction to this incident was ordinary, saying that the other shadow puppet masters in the village and Master Bai had been at odds for a long time, and it was normal for them to part ways.

But Yan Shixun noticed that when Zheng Shushu was talking about other shadow puppet masters, his tone was obviously lowered, and his attitude was very cold.

Doubts arose in his heart.

Just now when Zheng Shushu talked about the death of the shadow puppet masters in the village, he was still excited. Now when it comes to the past glory of the shadow puppet masters, Zheng Shushu is indifferent and dismissive.

Yan Shixun felt Zheng Shushu's disdain for those people.

On the contrary, Master Bai, who was out of gregarious and excluded by others, reacted much calmer to Zheng Shushu's words.

So, Yan Shixun seemed to ask casually, and said with a natural attitude: "But I see, the other people on the poster seem to be shadow puppets, and only you, Master Zheng, are carpenters. Master Zheng is also because you heard about the There are rumors of shadow puppetry, so you didn't learn shadow puppetry, but carpentry?"

"Carpenter..."

Zheng Shushu stopped slowly, raised his head with emotion, and looked at the village houses and farmhouses in the distance.

Unknowingly, the two of them had already walked half of the village while chatting, and went back to the original starting point.

Yan Shixun followed Zheng Shushu's line of sight, and with the help of the light from the house next to him, he vaguely saw the house at the end of his line of sight.

It was a house with an old structure. Compared with the surrounding houses, it looked like a relic from the last century, and the bricks and tiles had turned black.

It happened to be opposite Uncle Bai's house, and Yan Shixun remembered that Zheng Shushu had said that it was his home.

"Actually, when I was young, I also liked shadow puppetry."

Zheng Shu turned his head with a smile and asked, "Mr. Yan, have you ever seen a shadow puppet show in the city? It's beautiful, red, white... It's just a small doll, but it can move, sing, and do somersaults."

Zheng Shu's eyes were full of nostalgia, and when he mentioned this memory, he even lowered his voice.

"The children in the same village have seen a lot of them, and they don't like shadow puppets that much anymore. It's only me who likes shadow puppets very much. I don't know how there are such magical things in the world. My father always laughed at me and said goodbye. My children play wildly in the fields on the mountain every day, but I am as quiet as a girl, and I can sit next to the shadow puppet master for a whole day, and I am fascinated by it."

"But when I went to the town market with the people in the village, the shadow puppet master performed, and the stage was crowded. I was still young at that time, and I was only a little big. I couldn't see the shadow puppet show in front of me, and I scratched my head in anxiety. My father lifted me up, and I rode on his shoulders, watching the shadow puppet show and cheering, I was so excited."

Zheng Shu compared himself to his waist, and he lowered his head to look at the air around him, as if he was looking at himself back then.

Yan Shixun, who had been watching him silently, saw that his eyes were soft, no longer young and even a little cloudy, with tears falling off and falling into the darkness of the village.

"Mr. Yan, which play do you like?"

After a long time, Zheng Shuli raised his head, smiled and looked at Yan Shixun with tears in his eyes, but asked and answered by himself without waiting for him to answer.

"When I was young, I liked the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. I saw the Great Sage playing with a long stick behind the curtain, and I was so excited that I screamed. I felt that the Great Sage punished the evil and eliminated the evil. It was really fun, and he could do everything freely. It was great."

Zheng Shushu closed his eyes, and pressed all the tears back into his eyes: "At the market that year, my father held me up to see the Monkey King."

After that, Zheng Shushu didn't say another word.

The two stood on the village road, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Yan Shixun slowly opened his mouth: "Then what happened later, don't you like it?"

Zheng Shu shook his head lightly.

This middle-aged man's voice was mixed with hoarseness from crying.

"My Monkey King is dead."

"So I don't like shadow puppets anymore."

Yan Shixun could tell that no matter it was reality or shadow puppets, what Zheng Shushu showed at this time were his true emotions without embellishment.

He frowned slightly because of Zheng Shushu's sentence "The Monkey King is dead", vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

Whether it is the Monkey King in the story, or the shadow puppets behind the curtain, they should not die, but this has become a node that changes Zheng Shushu, making him hate the things he originally liked...

"I'm sorry Mr. Yan, I made you laugh."

Zheng Shushu suddenly made a sound, interrupting Yan Shixun's meditation.

He smiled at Yan Shixun apologetically, and said: "It's like this when people reach middle age. They like to hurt the spring and the autumn, and like to recall the past. Mr. Yan is so young, he must be impatient to hear me say these things, right?"

"Every time I talk about the past, my sister gets angry with me. After a long time, I don't talk about it. I didn't expect to talk so much when I hit it off with Mr. Yan today."

Zheng Shushu was talking, but suddenly paused, as if he remembered something.

The eyes he looked at Yan Shixun became slightly darker in the darkness, but it only flashed by, and then he shook his head as if mocking himself, denying his guess just now.

How is it possible... that gentleman is dead, it can't be him.

"Mr. Yan's father must have been very kind to Mr. Yan."

Zheng Shushu seemed to be trying to cover up his gaffe just now, and wanted to change the subject: "I can tell that Mr. Yan must have a good background. Mr. Yan's parents have taught Mr. Yan very well, and they have cultivated such a character .”

Although he knew that what Zheng Shu said was just a polite compliment, he didn't actually understand his own situation.

But Yan Shixun was still stunned for a moment.

When someone mentions the word parents, his first reaction is not the biological parents who abandoned him at the market many years ago.

It was Li Chengyun.

Zheng Shushu was only half right. He didn't have a good background, but at the turning point of his fate, he met the person who supported him.

The gray-white robe was worn on Li Chengyun's noble and thin body. Even though his shoulders were thin, when Yan Shixun, who was still a young boy, looked up from behind, he felt that the not-so-sturdy back was like the sky and the earth. As vast and majestic.

Blocking the wind and rain for him, but also propping up the falling world for him, giving him a place to return to, and giving him the avenue he wants to reach.

If it is the father...

Yan Shixun slowly softened his eyes, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips: "That is indeed a person who has assumed the duties of a father, and I respect and love him."

Zheng Shushu just said it casually, but he didn't expect Yan Shixun to give a real reaction, which made him stunned.

The two had already walked to the side of Zheng Shu's house, and turning to the other side was Bai Sanshu's house.

But by mistake, Zheng Shu thought of the gentleman from many years ago, and looked at Yan Shixun in front of him, and felt that the two figures in his eyes overlapped. In this dim village, it was like a golden crow falling into the night , the blazing flames burned away all evil spirits.

Zheng Shushu hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't tell Yan Shixun to go back to Bai Sanshu's house, but pointed to the door behind him: "Mr. Yan, is he going to my house?"

Hearing this, Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He didn't expect that Zheng Shu would take the initiative to hand him the opportunity to investigate.

Although Zheng Shushu's explanations along the way seemed very thoughtful and detailed, in fact, this restricted his actions and prevented him from seeing the situation in each courtyard.

With outsiders by his side, he was so vigilant that he couldn't do many things.

Therefore, Yan Shixun believed that Zheng Shushu might be sent by someone behind the scenes to monitor and restrict him.

Yan Shixun originally planned to sneak into Zheng Shu's house to check the situation after nightfall and after everyone had gone to sleep after he had inspected the houses of the dead shadow puppet masters.

But now that he had the opportunity, although he didn't know why Zheng Shushu would do this, Yan Shixun still responded with kindness.

After approaching Zheng Shu's house, Yan Shixun could see clearly that those black bricks and stones were not just because of their age, but because they had been burned by fire.

Judging from the traces left on the wall, there was a fire here.

Zheng Shushu opened the door to invite Yan Shixun, and when he turned around, he saw where Yan Shixun was looking. He smiled and said, "There was a fire in my house before, but my sister and I are nostalgic, so we didn't push the house to rebuild." Gai, I've been living just like this."

"Tiantian, brother is back!"

Zheng Shushu raised his voice and walked inside. In the darkness of the house courtyard, he skillfully touched the darkness to light the candle next to him.

"This girl must have turned off the stove again."

Zheng Shushu shook his head with a smile, and muttered in a low voice, but he didn't mean to be angry. Instead, his tone was indulgent, like a brother who really loves his sister.

"Forgive me, Mr. Yan. Since the fire, my sister has been very afraid of fire. When I was not at home, she put out all the fires in the house."

Zheng Shushu said helplessly with a headache: "This girl is really worrying, and I don't know how she can take care of herself if I'm gone."

Yan Shixun only drew a part of his attention to deal with Zheng Shushu, and responded to Zheng Shushu with clichés, but his eyes had already fallen on other places.

When he first walked into the yard, a smell of pine oil came to his nostrils, but suddenly entered the darkness from the bright place, and Yan Shixun couldn't see the surrounding things clearly.

It wasn't until Zheng Shushu lit the candles that Yan Shixun realized that the entire yard, including behind the windows of the house...

It turned out to be all kinds of woodcut puppets!

These puppets are of different sizes and shapes, no matter men, women, old or young, each one is sculpted vividly, the facial features vividly express their respective likes, dislikes, loves and hates, and even a wrinkle of clothes is portrayed in the utmost detail, the sense of reality hits the face Come.

At first glance, these puppets are not wooden sculptures at all, but real people.

They are piled up everywhere in the yard, whether it is under the corner of the house or even at the corner of the corridor, there is a corner of the puppet hidden.

Yan Shixun also saw that just behind the window, there was a puppet whose head was half exposed on the balcony, as if peeking out from the balcony.

Yan Shixun was shocked by the dolls who were no different from real people.

Many statues don't open their eyes on purpose, for fear that if they open their eyes, some ghosts will follow the human form.

But for these dolls, every eye has been carefully carved.If you look closely, you can still see the lines of the pupils in the eyes.

Yan Shixun was even able to distinguish the different facial features of each puppet, as well as the various anger and sadness revealed in their eyes, with the skill of a craftsman.

The eyeballs of the elderly are cloudy, and the eyes of children are ignorant. Many middle-aged people are in pain.

This is what Yan Shixun read from the puppet's eyes.

Yan Shixun took a step into the yard, and found that the eyes of the puppets around him were also moving as he walked.

Their eyes looked at Yan Shixun from all directions, even in the shadows that no one was paying attention to, their sights were there, countless gazes silently stared at Yan Shixun, even if he moved his position, they did not let him go, but It moved with his movement, staring at him closely.

The puppet's eyes are fine but lack the light that a living person should have. There is a lifelike human figure, but there is no soul and life inside, which makes all their realities even more creepy.

Their sights are stacked layer by layer, bringing a silent but huge and cold oppressive force, but because they have no life and movement, they are just ornaments, so there is no way to track down and vent their fear.

If ordinary people stood here, they would probably be frightened to the point of collapse.

Even Yan Shixun could feel the goosebumps gradually spreading along his arms, as if the instinct of his body was telling him that those dolls were in danger.

"Sweet, sweet?"

While Yan Shixun was observing the wooden puppets in the courtyard, Zheng Shushu also opened the door and entered the house, searched around inside, shouted several times but no one answered.

He muttered wonderingly: "Where did this kid go?"

As soon as Zheng Shushu raised his eyes, he saw Yan Shixun standing in the yard watching the puppet, he walked over with a smile, and said proudly: "How about it, Mr. Yan, my carpenter is not bad, right?" ?”

Yan Shixun came back to his senses, pointing at the puppet vaguely with his slender fingers, slid around the courtyard, and asked, "Master Zheng, you did this all by yourself?"

Zheng Shushu nodded: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, and I am idle, so I made these at home. Unknowingly, I have done so much over the years."

"Speaking of it, I'm not afraid of Mr. Yan's jokes. Today, my sister complained to me. If I set fire to these dolls, forget it. There is almost no place to set foot when they are piled up in the yard."

Zheng Shu said with a smile: "In middle age, besides hurting the spring and autumn, isn't this little hobby left?"

"This is beyond the scope of small hobbies."

Yan Shixun pointed to those dolls, and said, "This can already be called a miraculous skill. Is Master Zheng self-taught, or does he have a teacher?"

"It's actually a family tradition."

Zheng Shushu said frankly: "Didn't Mr. Yan ask me why I became a carpenter just now? When I was young, I wanted to be a shadow puppet maker, but then I hated shadow puppetry, so I changed my goal and simply took my father's. That’s been passed down.”

"My father is a really good carpenter. I think he can be called the master of that era. It's a pity that he left early, and I didn't learn many skills. He became an unfilial son and made my father A lifetime of skill lost.”

Mentioning his father, Zheng Shushu lost his mind slightly, and then quickly returned to normal, inviting Yan Shixun into the room for a sit down.

The winter in the Southwest is very cold. The cold wind can penetrate the clothes and blow the bones.

Yan Shixun responded to Zheng Shushu, but his eyes still fell on those puppets and did not move away.

Because of this, the moment Yan Shixun stepped over the threshold, he suddenly discovered that the puppets in the yard blinked!

Yan Shixun was startled immediately, turned around and strode towards the blinking puppet.

When Zheng Shu heard the voice, he looked over wonderingly: "What's the matter, Mr. Yan?"

But when Yan Shixun walked in front of the puppet, it returned to stillness, as if what Yan Shixun saw just now was just an illusion.

Yan Shixun looked at the puppet who blinked, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen something similar before when he escaped from the theater in the lake and was chased by the villagers by the lake.

The female puppet sitting on the stage has exactly the same exquisite knife skills as those in the courtyard, but it is more exquisite than those in the courtyard. By comparing the two, it seems that we can see the craftsman's heart when he carved the female. soft feelings.

And this blinking puppet...

Yan Shixun pulled out the picture from his memory.

At that time, he turned around and looked back while running, and among the villagers chasing out of the village, there were people who looked similar to this doll.

Thanks to the accurate carving of the puppet, the facial features have been expressed in detail, so Yan Shixun did not waste too much effort to match the images of the two sides.

This carpentry craft... Could it be that the villagers by the lake who hunted them down, as well as the women in the theater, were all related to Zheng Shushu?

Before Yan Shixun's doubts intensified, Zheng Shushu had already walked over.

"Oh, did Mr. Yan see the puppet blink?"

Zheng Shu understood and smiled easily.

Yan Shixun's brows and eyes darkened in an instant, and he glanced sideways at Zheng Shushu, his muscles under the coat tensed quietly, ready to deal with Zheng Shushu's attack.

But Zheng Shushu didn't know whether he didn't see Yan Shixun's vigilance, or he didn't care at all. He was still smiling, and took another step forward, approaching Yan Shixun and the puppet in front of him.

Zheng Shushu slowly extended his hand towards the puppet.

The next moment, Yan Shixun saw the puppet wink at him again, the inorganic and stiff wooden eyes matched with such flexible movements, it was indescribably weird and penetrating.

Just when Yan Shixun opened his eyes slightly in astonishment, and subconsciously wanted to pinch his fingers to make a decision with the palm hanging by his side, he heard Zheng Shuhu's loud laughter from the side.

"How about it, Mr. Yan, isn't it interesting?"

Zheng Shu explained with a smile: "This can be regarded as one of the techniques inherited from my father. It is a gadget handed down from my family. It is called a living-mouth and living-eye puppet."

"Because a small mechanism was made inside when making it, which is always connected to the eyes and mouth of the face, so as long as the mechanism is moved, the puppet's eyes and mouth can move."

As he spoke, Zheng Shushu's hand behind the puppet moved again, and the puppet's eyes and mouth opened and closed accordingly.

It seems that, as Zheng Shushu said, this is all the effect of the agency.

Yan Shixun looked suspiciously at the back of the puppet. Sure enough, in the folds of the clothes carved behind the puppet, there was a small mechanism that was not easy to detect. corresponding action.

"If it were my father, he could do a better job and make wooden idols walk and move like real people. It's a pity that when I was learning carpentry, my father was gone, and I can only learn from the remaining notes."

Zheng Shushu said with a smile, "I really want the world to see the exquisite carpentry. A carpenter like my father should have left his name like the ancestor Lu Ban, but it's a pity..."

"Are you bragging again, brother?"

A tender and sweet voice came from behind the two of them, interrupting Zheng Shushu's words.

Yan Shixun turned around and saw a young girl who appeared behind them at some point, standing at the gate of the courtyard.

The girl was wearing a beautiful little skirt, holding in her arms a little puppet whose limbs and torso were all connected by silk threads. The little puppet was hanging on her arm, and the face was painted with a lovable and lovely expression, which made the little girl feel like a puppet. Cute and innocent.

She stared at the two with round eyes, pouted her mouth in dissatisfaction, and her powdery face looked so cute that it could make people's hearts melt.

But even in the cold temperature of southwest winter, the girl was still wearing a skirt that exposed her arms and legs, but she didn't show any signs of feeling cold, and Zheng Shushu didn't say anything.

Like a brother who dotes on his sister but is careless, he didn't even notice that his sister was cold.

Yan Shixun frowned, although this girl was cute and harmless, he always felt that there was something strange about this child.

Not only is she dressed so thinly, but because of the breath...

"One didn't pay attention and started chatting with others again, talking to Tiantian about this, but Tiantian ignored her brother."

Zheng Shu walked over with a smile, bent down and took the girl's hand: "Has Tiantian gone out? I just called you and didn't answer, I was still worried about you."

"So, is this a guest?"

The girl pouted at Yan Shixun.

After getting Zheng Shushu's affirmative answer, the girl looked at Yan Shixun seriously, and introduced herself to him politely: "Hello, big brother, my name is Zheng Tiantian, and I am the real sister of this silly brother."

Zheng Shushu made a sad look: "Does Tiantian despise me?"

"Yeah! It's fine to brag with me, but I don't even let outsiders off, and I've talked so much with them..."

The bickering scene between brother and sister should have been warm and relaxed, but Yan Shixun couldn't feel the warmth in it at all.

He looked at Zheng Shushu, who was already middle-aged, and Zheng Tiantian, who was still a seven or eight-year-old girl, and felt weird.

Questions emerged from Yan Shixun's mind.

Zheng Shushu clearly said that his dream of shadow puppetry was shattered when he was a child, and the time for him to learn carpentry was after his father died.

If calculated according to Zheng Tiantian's age, Zheng Shushu's father should have died less than ten years ago, which is the time when Zheng Shushu was studying carpentry.

But in this way, Zheng Shushu's life became blank from childhood to around 30 years old.

Was Zheng Shu doing other things during that time, or was there something else hidden about their age?

Yan Shixun did not say a word, silently watching the noisy laughter of the brother and sister in front of him.

"Click... click."

A small voice came from beside him.

Yan Shixun followed the sound calmly.

The puppet standing next to him seemed to have changed their gaze from him to the brother and sister. All kinds of complex emotions melted into the pair of inorganic wood-carved eyes, fear and anger mixed together.

The puppet's mouth opens and closes up and down, and the mechanism in the body makes a slight sound.

All the puppets in the courtyard turned their eyes and looked at the pair of brothers and sisters in unison.

Their mouths open and close, as if they want to say something.

But there is nothing in the mouth without a mouthpiece, and nothing in the empty humanoid body.

They can't speak, can't express their thoughts, and don't have a soul living in them.

—Nobody wants to listen to them.

And no one will hear them.

……

Uncle Bai, who was making noodles in the kitchen, suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction outside the kitchen in horror.

His chubby body swayed slightly, and even though he was standing by the pot, with hot steam blowing towards his face, he still felt chills all over his body, and his fear spread all the way down.

Come out, come out... If you want to run, you must run quickly!Otherwise, you will really die!

"Uncle Bai, do you want to put these in too?"

Looking at several similar seasoning jars, Zhang Wubing felt question marks all over his head.

He had never cooked before, so he had to ask Uncle Bai for help, and walked over holding a seasoning jar.

But as soon as Zhang Wubing said the words, he saw Third Uncle Bai stuffing the things in his hands into his arms, his eyes filled with fear and urgency in the mist.

"It's all right, you can come here as you like. I suddenly feel uncomfortable, and I want to lie down on the back, so I'll leave it to you here."

Third Uncle Bai quickly finished a long series of words, then turned around and ran out without waiting for Zhang Wubing to agree.

Judging from his speed, he couldn't see any discomfort.

Zhang Wubing was still a little worried about Third Uncle Bai when he was talking, and wanted to ask about his situation.As a result, before the words of concern came out, Third Uncle Bai ran away and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Wubing stood in the kitchen dumbfounded.

He looked at the jar in his left hand, and then at the jar in his right hand, with an expression of "it's over, the sky is falling!".

"What should I do, I won't..."

Zhang Wubing broke out in a hot sweat, and Liushenwuzhu wanted to ask someone to ask, but everyone was upstairs, and the only person who could ask ran faster than a rabbit, so he was thrown here.

He hesitated for a long time, seeing that the heat of the noodle soup dissipated, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, unscrewed the jar and poured it in.

"It's white, it should be salt, right? Is it okay to put so much?"

While Zhang Wubing muttered, he still unscrewed all the seasoning jars on the stove and looked at them. He felt that he had seen them before, so he poured some into the noodles.

He feels that even if one seasoning is wrong, but with so many seasonings put together, there must be one that makes the noodles delicious, right?

Looking at the final product, Zhang Wubing put his hands on his hips proudly: "I'm such a powerful little clever ghost, hehehe~"

He happily hummed a ditty out of tune, and ran out of the kitchen, preparing to call everyone upstairs down for dinner.

Just as Zhang Wubing walked out of the kitchen, his shadow was cast on the ground.

Zhang Wubing suddenly stopped, all the expressions on his face disappeared instantly, as cold and majestic as frost.

He turned slightly sideways, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the wall and look at the opposite building.

Yan Shixun... Can you do what everyone has failed in the past?

Zhang Wubing's brows and eyes sank.