After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

No one is willing to accept the invitation of an old man who looks weird in a strange village at a glance, and enter the old man's house alone.

Except for the young people who are not afraid of the sky and the earth in pursuit of excitement, it is the official person in charge.

It's not that he's not afraid, it's just... that he has to move forward.

In addition to the program crew who are still trapped in the shadow puppet museum, the safety of the entire Baizhi Lake is protected by him, and he cannot retreat.

The official person in charge took a deep breath, and after leaving a signal to the rescue team not far away, he followed the old man in.

The inside and outside of the house remained dilapidated, and one space was barely illuminated by a candle.

It seems that because the ground is near the lake, the humidity is heavy, and the walls are covered with blue-black mildew spots. In the dark place, it looks like the faces of people looking at them gloomyly, making the official person in charge wrinkle uncomfortably. frowned.

He got goose bumps from the cold and because the mold looked so disgusting.

But because the old man has lived here for a long time, he has already adapted to such an environment, and he doesn't have any extra emotions. He just walks in with his back bent and his eyebrows lowered.

The official person in charge also saw the whole picture of the house.

Even though the house has become dilapidated due to negligence, the former scenery can still be seen from under the moss and mold.

A lot of wooden furniture has not decayed yet, and the whole set of huanghuali is rich and exquisite, with landscape figures carved on it, which can vaguely tell how high-spirited the owner was back then.

It's a pity that now they are all covered with a thick layer of dust, and in the dark and dilapidated houses, they gradually lose their former brilliance.

It seems that together with the owner of the house, this is the tomb for the last burial.

All fine and expensive furniture was abandoned and piled up in corners.The empty house was considered clean, with only a simple wooden bed and a dilapidated sofa.

This should be the furniture that the old man has been using. Although it is severely worn, compared with other furniture, there is no accumulation of dust.

The old man casually pointed at the sofa, and then sat down on the bed.

The official person in charge understood what he meant, thanked him, and walked to the sofa.

The old man was watching the candle next to him. The dim yellow light barely illuminated half of his aging face, and the layers of wrinkles drooped. In the semi-darkness, the old man seemed to have a strange feeling that he was not like a real person.

The candlelight stretched out the old man's shadow and cast it on the window, making the glass covered with a thick layer of dust like a curtain, and the shadow danced wildly with the shaking of the candlelight.

As soon as the official person in charge sat down and looked up, he was caught off guard by the shadow on the window.

At that moment, he seemed to see the faces of evil ghosts clinging to the windows, squeezed and deformed, still screaming and struggling to rush into the house. The old man at the window.

And the old man raised his eyes just at this time, and those dull eyes looked at the official person in charge from under the drooping eyelids.

"What do you want to ask?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper scratching across bricks and stones.

The sound was like a needle piercing into the head of the official responsible person, and it also brought him back to his senses, and he looked at the old man in a cold sweat.

He was panting heavily, and it took him a long time to gather his eyes again after his pupils had been slackened just now.When he looked at the old man with a look of surprise, he hurriedly looked at the window.

But there was nothing on the window, which was thick with dust.

There are only ash flakes floating up and down due to the high heat of the candle flame.

The official person in charge almost blurted out his question by pointing at the window, but the old man's icy and dead eyes, like a basin of cold water, made him wake up instantly.

"I'm sorry, I... I just lost my mind."

The official person in charge covered his eyes with his hands, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously with his palms, relying on the pain to regain his sanity and calm down quickly.

The old man sat there drooping his brows and eyes, as if he was asleep, or he just didn't care about the behavior of the official responsible person.

In the wrinkles left by the years and pain, behind each wrinkle lies an unspeakable heavy story.

Those painful experiences wiped out all his passion for life, until now, no matter what it is, it can no longer arouse the slightest emotion in him.

It's like a pool of stagnant water.

It was just that he was still breathing, continuing the fact that he was still alive, until that person came to take his life and put an end to the sins he had done before he could close his eyes safely.

The old man turned his eyes slightly to the side, and glanced indifferently at the window next to him.

His eyes, which could not reflect anything, were not bright, but seemed to see everything in.

The dead branches swaying in the wind on the window outside the house suddenly stopped moving, and the small sounds outside the window were quieted down.

The old man turned his eyes back, still with drooping eyelids and disinterested in everything, quietly waiting for the official person in charge to adjust his state.

"Do you live here alone?"

The official person in charge looked around and determined that only a few pieces of furniture in the house were still in use, and there were no traces of other people's lives.

But even the traces of life left by the old people are too simple.

There are no good-looking and warm clothes, no soft and warm beds, and no delicious food.

On the simple stove was a potted stainless steel basin that had been used for a long time, and there was only a black mass in it, which had condensed due to the extinguishment of the stove.

The life of the old man can be called poverty, it can only be said that he is still alive.

Even though he knew that the old man might have abnormalities, seeing such a living environment still made the nose of the official person in charge feel sore.

He remembered what Yan Shixun had said to him before, before he could verify whether he was dealing with a human or a ghost, and whether it was worth helping, let's just count the other party in the scope of being able to save him, even if he was injured, he could Innocent people cannot be harmed.

The official person in charge doesn't know whether the old man is a human or a ghost, but he thinks that a person should not live like this.

He wants to help the old man.

"What about your family? It's much easier to live with children."

The person in charge of the official asked concerned: "If you need it, some of the friends who came with me are medically savvy. They can help you check your body, and they can also help you contact the official, go to a nursing home or..."

"Don't be so troublesome."

The old man interrupted the person in charge and didn't let him continue.

The old man raised his eyelids and looked at him for the first time since the person in charge came over.

"Since I was born here, and all the disasters are caused by me, then I will die here and watch all the disasters end here. I am a tree growing on this soil, and I will not leave. If I leave, I will die." will die."

The old man was very calm.

When talking about the village and his own affairs, he was as indifferent as an outsider.

"Since that young child took away the statue, I knew that there would be such a day, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Obviously the official person in charge hasn't explained his reason for coming, but the old man has already said it accurately: "Shadow puppet, something happened, right?"

The official person in charge was stunned: "How do you know... Could it be that at that time, you saw those students breaking into the temple to get the statue?"

"Then why didn't you stop it?!"

But the old man asked: "Why should I stop it? People should bear the consequences of their choices. They are like this, and so am I."

"If you can find it, someone is missing, right? It's in the Shadow Puppet Museum."

The official person in charge looked at the old man and fell into a moment of confusion.

He didn't know why this old man seemed to be isolated from the world, but knew so many things.

The old man lives too thoroughly, everything seems to have its own rules of operation in his eyes, he will not intervene to change, nor will he help.

Because of this, it seemed extraordinarily cold.

Just looking at him made the official in charge feel shivering from the cold.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. His original concern for the old man was suppressed by this coldness, and nothing remained.

"The village... Did the village move away, or something happened? How do you know what happened in the Shadow Puppet Museum? Who are you?"

After a long time, the person in charge of the official found his voice, and the urgency and trembling were suppressed under the voice line.

The old man coughed violently.

He coughed so hard that it seemed as if he was going to throw up his lungs.Every time he coughed, he lowered his back a little, curled up in front of the window, his thin and aging body looked even more miserable.

A residual candle in the wind will go out as soon as it blows.

Immediately, the official person in charge ignored his original purpose, hurried over to help the old man, eagerly helped him breathe, and asked him if he had any medicine and where he kept it.

The old man coughed so hard that he couldn't speak, and there was blood foam in his throat.

Seeing this, the person in charge hurriedly opened the drawer of the cabinet next to him to look for any pills. Generally, the elderly or patients would keep their commonly used medicines close to the bed and within easy reach of their hands, in case they get sick in the middle of the night. Get your medicine on time.

He can only gamble now. If he can't find it, he doesn't care about the old man's identity and whether there is any abnormality. He is going to carry the old man out and let the medical staff in the rescue team give first aid.

Fortunately, he was lucky. There were indeed a lot of pills in the drawer. The usage and frequency of the pills were written on the kraft paper wrapped outside the pills, as well as the corresponding prescription time.

It seems that the old man has seen a doctor before, and he took the medicine from the doctor.

This also made the person in charge heave a sigh of relief, quickly opened it with shaking hands, and fed the pills to the old man.

But when the person in charge wanted to close the drawer, he found something was wrong.

There are several similar kraft paper packages, and the earliest time stated on them is half a year ago, which obviously has passed the deadline for taking the medicine written on the kraft paper.

In other words, since half a year ago, although the old man is still receiving medicine, he no longer takes medicine, but piles up all of it here.

It's like waiting to die.

Half a year ago... exactly when the young man took the ebony idol.

The person in charge hovered over the kraft paper bag with his finger, a little dazed.

The old man watched with his own eyes those young people wandering into the deserted village by mistake, found the temple, and threw out the bones of the ghost exorcist who died there guarding the evil spirits, and sacrificed the gold and silver inside like a bandit. The utensils were looted.

Most importantly, the ebony idol was taken.

The old man did not stop or remind him, but stopped his medicine after he came back, knowing that he was not in good health.

He endured the pain of his body breaking down day after day, and then sat quietly in the deserted village, waiting for death to come.

what is this?

The official person in charge has seen many people who are desperate to survive, even if they kill others, just like those villagers in Changshou Village.

But now the old man in front of him wanted to die.

Is it redemption, because he has done something that he regrets but cannot make up for, so he wants to use death to pay for his sins?

If this is the case, then why was it half a year ago that he survived by taking medicine and seeing a doctor?

Who is that ebony statue, and what does the old man know?

The minds of the officials in charge were in chaos.

But under the dim candlelight, he suddenly discovered that under the kraft paper package, there were some faded red paper and some group photos.

The person in charge glanced curiously, then stood there in shock.

With his hands resting on the few pieces of red paper, he forgot that he wanted to close the drawer.

This old man... has an official certificate.

It is clearly written in big characters gilded on a red background, the old man's surname is Bai.

It is the Southwest Shadow Puppetry, the No.20 eighth-generation inheritor.

He is also the only shadow puppet master left in Southwest China.

In the other group photos, Master Bai stood in front of many people and laughed heartily many years ago. The sun was just right and he was in high spirits.

At that time, Master Bai still had expectations for the future on his face.

But the current Master Bai... seems to be left with only an empty shell, living in a daze.

"Things don't last forever, right?"

The old man's weary and hoarse voice came from the side: "When a person's career is just right, he never thinks that one day he will end up losing everything."

Master Bai blinked, leaning on the head of the bed and looking up at the floor, his cloudy eyes were full of emotion.

This house was once full of laughter and laughter. Children ran across the floor, and the sound of cheering seemed to never stop.

At that time, the gentle and caring voice of the old wife, the talking and laughing of the son and daughter-in-law, the loud laughter when friends came to visit, and the sound of oil pan and firewood burning from the kitchen...all these sounds combined in everything , building a place called home.

But now, everything is gone.

Lying on the hospital bed, the old wife asked him with grief, did they really do something wrong? It was because they were too greedy and wanted to make the Southwest shadow puppetry flourish, so they invited Zheng Carpenter's family to settle in the village, and let all the culprits , because of them.

At that time, he was sitting next to his old wife's hospital bed, and the smell of disinfectant in the hospital filled the air, but it stimulated him to think of that evening again, when the young boy's terrified and angry shouts came, and when he followed the sound, he looked at it in the warehouse. Corrupted corpses, lingering flies and maggots.

And the stench of corpses rushing straight to the nose.

Master Bai hung his head, his throat was so tight that it was difficult to answer.

The old wife cried and wet the pillow, she didn't look at Master Bai again, she kept talking about the poor child and the poor daughter-in-law, who were about to give birth at the full month, and it was like this...

The hand held in the palm of Master Bai slipped weakly and hit the hospital bed.

The old wife died with regret.

Until she died, she refused to forgive herself and Master Bai, and was saddened by what happened to Master Zheng's family.

Master Bai's eyes were red with bruises on his neck, and he cried until he retched but couldn't even utter a sound.

After finishing his old wife's funeral, Master Bai returned home silently, broke up with all his family members, and lived alone in the woodshed.

Until one day, a young man stood at the head of the village with a wooden box on his back.

He greeted Master Bai with a smile and said, Uncle Bai, I'm back.

Master Bai looked at the young man, and the scenes from a few years ago came back to his mind.

He knew the identity of the young man, but he didn't say a word. He was still taciturn as before, living in the village like a transparent person.

He neither reminded the villagers, nor did he have the courage to go to the youth.

The death of the old wife became the last straw, which had already crushed Master Bai.

He always thought that if he hadn't blindly believed in the villagers, if he hadn't invited Zheng Carpenter's family, then Zheng Carpenter's family would not have suffered such a disaster, and his wife would not have died in anger and regret.

He caused all this.

He must atone.

Master Bai lived like an ascetic monk. He ignored the pointing and mocking eyes of other villagers, and was indifferent to his son and daughter-in-law coming to him to show off his current family property.

The son was furious and called him an outdated antique, saying that now is the age of laughing at the poor but not laughing at the rich women. Don't care how the money comes from, as long as you have the money.

His son asked him, did he really think that shadow puppetry was a valuable thing? Do you know that no one cares about the authenticity and Tongzigong now, no matter whether it is passed on or not, people now only need a gimmick that can be promoted, as long as they appear on TV a few times Let the magazine interview a few more times, even the second idiot in the village can rely on the banner of shadow puppetry to be called a master.

'Dad, wake up!Your old routine is outdated and useless now!Is it useful for you to spend a few months making a shadow puppet figure?A bunch of laymen like them can't tell the difference between good and bad, you act for the blind! '

The son was so angry that he smashed the things in the woodshed.

But Master Bai was in meditation like an old monk, drooping his eyelids, allowing his son to go crazy in front of him, and the Buddha statue thrown over hurt his forehead.

The son rushed over in a hurry, wanting to help him stop the bleeding guiltily.

But looking over his son's shoulder, Master Bai saw that the young man was standing outside the gate of his yard, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The Buddha statue shattered on the ground, as if mocking him.

You see, this is what you have done.

When Carpenter Zheng's family had an accident, although his son was not directly involved, he was an insider.

Knowing, but not stopping.

Standing on the sidelines and allowing death, what is the difference from a murderer?

Master Bai waved his son away and only let out a long sigh.

He had a hunch that it was time to pay for the mistakes they all made.

A prophecy.

From that day on, the entire village surnamed Bai ushered in a huge death.

The young man carried the wooden box and stood on the village road that must pass through the funeral. He watched the mourners cry with a smile, and the paper money fell down one after another.

Master Bai stood on the path behind the young man, watching all this silently.

The young man turned his head and asked him with a smile, Uncle Bai, my parents can't even hold a funeral, am I being too unfilial as a son of man?

The young man was not prepared to wait for Master Bai's answer, so he just smiled and said, so I want to hold a funeral for my parents, and the grave should use this village that killed them and my brother or sister.

Master Bai looked at the young man, the young man laughed heartily, smiled, but burst into tears.

He also closed his eyes and quietly waited for death to be his turn.

The send-off team is getting shorter and shorter, and the ancestral graves are thrown on the ground at random. No one cares about the death of family members anymore, and no one cares about grief.

The whole village was panicked, fearing that he would be the next to die.

However, until everyone in the village died, not a single man, woman, or child escaped, but Master Bai was still alive.

Everyone who wanted to live died, and the only one who wanted to die survived.

Master Bai didn't feel happy, but thought it was a great irony.

He silently disposed of all the corpses for the extinct families. When he looked down at the blue and white faces, he also recalled the death of Carpenter Zheng.

Did Carpenter Zheng beg for mercy back then, let those people let him go, and said with sobs that he still has a wife and child, and his wife is still pregnant.

However, those people did not let Carpenter Zheng go.

So when Carpenter Zheng's son came back to take revenge, he did not spare them.

Master Bai buried his son, daughter-in-law and grandson who died tragically, and then went to knock on the young man's house.

'Trees, I know you hate me and this village. '

Master Bai looked at the young man who opened the door, and begged him to kill himself in a deep voice: "Now everyone is dead, only me is left, so I came."After I die, maybe you can let go of your hatred and start living again. '

The young man smiled more freely than ever before, but his words were like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, which made Master Bai feel cold all over.

'Uncle Bai, everything started because of you, but everything actually has nothing to do with you. '

The young man said: "When my parents died, you were not there. The only thing you did wrong was that you invited our family to the village at the beginning... No, I was the one who did the wrong thing." '

'If I hadn't seen shadow puppets at the market and fell in love with shadow puppets, maybe my father wouldn't have made up his mind to be invited.It was me who pestered my father to take a few more glances at the Havoc in Heaven at the market, which led to all this. '

As he spoke, the young man laughed and cried: "So you see, Uncle Bai, we are also sinners."We should live in such pain until we die and pay for our sins. '

Master Bai let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, everything in the past disappeared like bubbles in the water, and the only thing left was the dark beams covered with cobwebs.

There is also the official person in charge squatting beside him with concern and shock in his eyes.

"Seeing him build a tall building, seeing him entertain guests, seeing his building collapse..."①

Master Bai's voice was like a mosquito, and the tunes he sang in a low voice were broken into sentences, and the previous scenes were replayed and broken before his eyes, and finally turned into dead faces with blue and white lifelessness.

He smiled wryly and slowly shook his head: "I knew it earlier, I knew it back then... But how could people know it earlier, how can there be regret medicine?"

"Son, have you ever caused someone else to die because of your mistake?"

Master Bai looked at the person in charge of the official with deep eyes: "Don't have it."

"Otherwise, even breathing will become torture for you."

The palm of the official person in charge on the kraft paper medicine bag trembled: "That's why you gave up taking medicine, here..."

wait to die?

But the person in charge couldn't say those two words no matter what.

But Master Bai nodded: "When I saw those young children taking away the statue, I knew that I could finally meet my death."

"They are making the same mistakes as I did back then, and the consequences of their mistakes need to be borne by themselves."

"I mistakenly believed the people in the village, thinking that many of them were my friends who grew up with me, and they were good people, but I was so wrong. When it comes to money, there are no good people."

"And those kids..."

Master Bai laughed: "They released the ghosts of all the dead villagers, and released the things that were originally suppressed here. Even if I persuaded them, they would not listen, just like my wife persuaded me back then and I didn't Understand the same."

"Everyone is repeating the same mistakes, no one needs to be saved."

Master Bai shook his head, but when his eyes swept over the official person in charge, his aging body paused.

The official person in charge did not expect that such a past event was hidden in this village, and the strange death of the Baizhihu group back then was actually caused by the initial murder of money.

Because Carpenter Zheng accidentally exposed his wealth when he moved into the village, the villagers who were worried about the property waited for an opportunity to kill Carpenter Zheng, and his wife died with the fetus in her womb.

Only the little boy jumped into the lake and died without seeing his body.

After many years, the little boy grew up.

A carpenter with a wooden box on his back stopped in front of the village and asked the villagers with a smile if they could stay here.

The carpenter who concealed his name settled down in the village, and the only master Bai who recognized him kept silent because of guilt.

The youth started his own revenge.

So, he didn't let go of the whole village, including himself and Master Bai.

But I don't know, is it more painful to be trapped in this land after death, or is it more painful to live and toss around day and night to recall the past, and the future will be more painful.

Deadly or alive, to send off the carpenter Zheng and his wife who died tragically that year.

After listening to Master Bai's speech, the official person in charge felt chills all over his body, all the way to his heart.

"I can see that you are a good boy."

Master Bai stretched out his hand and gently took back the group photo of all the shadow puppets from the official person in charge. His old and skinny fingers stroked the aging photo. His once dexterous fingers had long since given up making exquisite shadow puppets. Now they are stiff and rough. , even the simplest movements appear sluggish.

He hated himself, and even hated the shadow puppets that he wanted to carry forward. The way the villagers treated the shadow puppets casually made him even more angry.

Therefore, Master Bai smashed ten of his fingers in front of Zheng Shushu after the entire village was wiped out.

Broken phalanges have grown back, and have lost their ability to be delicate.

Instead, it allowed Master Bai to breathe.

"I'm about to die, but what should you do, child? If you know all this, or stay here and be entangled by evil spirits, what should you do?"

Master Bai stared at the official person in charge for a long time, and then said softly: "Let's go while you can still go now."

"Listen to my advice."

"I think that a lot of what you said are not talking to me, but to someone else."

Yan Shixun sat on the chair with his long legs crossed.

He put down the stack of photos in his hand, and looked up at the hunched old man opposite him.

"But there are only two of us here, who are you talking to, Master Bai?"

Yan Shixun smiled, but there was only a cold inquiry in his eyes: "Is it your shadow play, inheritor?"

The old man on the opposite side drooped his brows and eyes. Although he was sitting in front of Yan Shixun, he didn't show any hospitality. He let Yan Shixun ask how he wanted, and he didn't speak any more.

Yan Shixun was not in a hurry, and slowly flipped through the photos in his hand.

These photos included people from the entire village, but Yan Shixun could not feel the slightest vitality from these photos, as if the people in the photos were lifeless dead things.

However, it shouldn't be like this.

Under normal circumstances, because the original face of the person is left on the photo, based on this, the person can be accurately located. Even if there is no birthday horoscope, you can directly use the face, three courts and five eyes to ask heaven and earth About the person's life, death and current situation.

Although this method is not small for most people, and many people only listen to it as a legendary fallacy, but in fact, it can be done.

Yan Shixun can do it.

In the normal world, as long as he wanted, he could use a photo to figure out everything about the person in the photo.

But now, in the photos he saw, he couldn't see through the information of the people in the photos at all.

It's not just that heaven and earth are blocked, but because heaven and earth treat these people as dead things.

——Humans and shadow puppet figures, identities are replaced, and the world has been deceived.

Even such subtleties were not overlooked.

Yan Shixun felt that he was now in a man-made confined space, not only shielded from all connections and forces from the outside world, but also blindfolded and plugged his ears, the falseness seriously interfered with his judgment of reality .

but……

"Oh, it's the other way around."

Yan Shixun shrugged his shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's not that you're talking to the characters in the shadow puppet show. After all, we're only in the shadow play now—you're talking to real people, aren't you, Master Bai?"

"You exist in reality and shadow puppetry at the same time, like a connecting point between the two worlds."

Yan Shixun's smile deepened.

Master Bai raised his eyelids, stared at Yan Shixun but remained silent.

"It's not so easy to deceive the world. Although many people don't like Dao, calling God unfair, but in fact, it sees far more things than anyone else."

Yan Shixun seemed to be talking to himself, and continued: "Although I have to admit that using shadow puppetry to confuse the real is very clever, but if you really want to realize it, you must make it exactly the same as the reality. This also means So, from the time you start this plan, you can only be trapped in the village until you die."

"Reality and shadow puppetry are both shown in this village. All ghosts and strangers must also stay here, and there is no possibility of leaving."

"Since this is the case, if you want to talk to a real person, that person must take the initiative to walk into the real village."

Yan Shixun tilted his head, he understood clearly, the answer was ready to come out.

"It seems that the person in charge has found them."

He nodded: "That's right. After all, we have been in the shadow puppet show for so long. Even the two priests have already arrived here. It is impossible for the person in charge not to notice."

"However, Master Bai, did you just want the person in charge to leave the village?"

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and looked surprised: "I didn't think of this, it seems that Master Bai still has a conscience?"

"Or, I misunderstood Master Bai from the beginning. You are not the person behind the scenes."

Yan Shixun's voice became cold: "Everyone is trapped in the shadow puppetry, it's not you who did it, Master Bai. There are other people behind the scenes manipulating all this."

Master Bai closed his eyes, and he sat on the chair in the dark room without saying a word.

No sound is better than sound.

Master Bai's actions have already given Yan Shixun the answer.

He is not a stupid person, all the fragments of clues are gradually connected in his mind, the broken puzzle pieces are put back together piece by piece, and the true colors of shadow puppetry are gradually revealed.

After Yan Shixun returned to Bai Sanshu's yard, he discovered that Bai Sanshu was not here.

From Zhang Wubing, he heard about Uncle Bai's "uncomfortable leaving", but he didn't say anything stupid like Zhang Wubing, but keenly discovered the fact that Uncle Bai had run away. .

What made Uncle Bai so frightened that he wanted to run away?

Obviously, when we first met, Uncle Bai's reactions were normal.

Yan Shixun's first reaction was Zheng Shushu's brother and sister who lived opposite, and Master Bai not far away.

As the two people who were still alive on the poster, these two people made Yan Shixun extra vigilant.

And when he was at Zheng Shushu's house, Yan Shixun always remembered the few words Zheng Shushu said before leaving.

Zheng Shu was reminding him that if there was anything he wanted to learn from Master Bai, he should do so as soon as possible, preferably tonight.

Yan Shixun didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but because of the painting by Zheng Shushu's house, and because Zheng Shushu and Li Chengyun knew each other, Yan Shixun chose to believe in Zheng Shushu this time.

But I didn't expect that this trip would have such a big harvest.

When Yan Shixun was talking with Master Bai, he found that Master Bai was always talking and talking, suddenly it seemed as if he was talking to another person, the preamble was inconsistent, and the answer was irrelevant to the question.

This caught Yan Shixun's attention, and thus confirmed the particularity of Master Bai.

Someone used shadow puppetry to deceive the world, but this person was not Master Bai.

Master Bai is just a tool for the people behind the scenes to achieve their goals, and it is also a node linking shadow puppetry and reality.

If you want to get out of the shadow play, the way out lies with Master Bai.

Zheng Shu also knew about this matter.

Yan Shixun even suspected that once Master Bai died and the node between the shadow play and reality was disconnected, they would stay in the shadow play forever.

And here... the fake will come true.

The real birth becomes the heaven and earth that heaven and earth have to recognize.

Just like Fengdu or Hell, it becomes an independent world.

Even, instead of heaven and earth, it becomes a new heaven and earth and avenue.

Yan Shixun pursed his lips tightly with a serious expression.

He felt a sense of urgency, and the time left for him to end this before the man behind the scenes was running out.